Nidhogg Can't Keep Up

"Oh yes, you are also a blood clan, right? But it doesn't matter, you are different. The door of the Elsie family is open for you."

"Sorry, it looks like you don't need me to lead Mass or confession."

The priest's tactful refusal did not frustrate Velvet, because she saw Remilia poking her head out behind the patriarch.

"A mixed race? Old Benson, does your family still have such a guy?"

She looked down at Remilia who flinched, and frowned.

"Count Velvet, we don't seem to have sent you a funeral invitation."

At this time, someone finally noticed the situation here. The man who came was Benson’s younger brother and Remilia’s uncle. After Richard’s death, he was responsible for taking care of everything. It's too immature.

"When is there room for someone to intervene in the conversation between the counts?!" Velvet Elsie stepped forward, even though the internal classification of werewolves and vampires is completely different, in terms of bloodlines alone, Velvet and Vampire Benson is indeed at the same level, and in terms of power, as the countess appointed by the Queen of England, Velvet is also a member of the nobility, while Benson's younger brother is a commoner in human society.

He was indeed pushed away, only by the blue color in the woman's eyes, the hidden power suppressed his blood, werewolves, vampires... These non-human races always attach great importance to blood, because noble blood does come with a A sense of oppression, even if it has little effect on the same race, but to the foreign race, purity represents strength.

But at that moment, that power disappeared again, the patriarch walked in front of his younger brother, his hands huddled in his sleeves silently gathered strength, silently staring into Velvet's eyes.

Velvet just sneered contemptuously.

"Ms. Velvet, please don't forget that the werewolves can continue in accordance with the instructions of the "Law of Darkness."

At this moment of tension, the priest who suddenly spoke out undoubtedly attracted the attention of the four, and what he said directly revealed the last fig leaf of the werewolf.

This is the ultimate humiliation.

Werewolves with only three bloodlines left cannot fight against vampires, or even the church. The reason why they have not been wiped out is due to the "Law of Darkness" established by the dark prince Lucado. One of the regulations guarantees the continuation of werewolves. Its essence is the same as the law on the protection of endangered species. Few people dare to mention this in front of werewolves, but he did.

"Father, you are courting death!" Velvet stared at the priest, her rather coquettish face looked a bit ferocious, she did not hide her blue eyes, which were cold and ice-cold, exuding great pressure .

But the priest didn't seem to be aware of this kind of blood coercion, just looking at the other party, he seemed to open his eyes again at that moment, there were a pair of golden pupils in the scarlet pupils, and there was purgatory in those pupils, Velvet could only feel Being stared at by a pair of huge golden pupils, she was extremely nervous, and raised her head cautiously to understand the truth about those huge eyes, but she couldn't persist and collapsed to the ground.

"Poor child, don't let sorrow cloud your heart."

An unpleasant smell began to fill the air. It was the smell from Velvet's lower body that was collapsed on the ground. Several vampires looked at each other in dismay as the sympathetic priest stepped forward and clasped Velvet's wrist. Put it on layer by layer: "May the glory of the Lord be able to soothe your restlessness and hesitation."

Before the eyes of the people around were attracted, the priest helped the blank-eyed countess get up and walk out.

Benson: "..."

Benson's brother: "..."

Remilia; "..."

The three vampires watched the vampire priest help the werewolf countess gradually go away, and they could still hear the priest's concern with their inhuman hearing.

"Speak out if you are sad, and the Lord will bless you."

"It seems that you are too sad, but it's okay, the silent lamb will also be sheltered by the Lord."

It looks real from a distance.

"Brother, who is that guy..."

Seeing them walking out of the cemetery, the stunned younger brother asked.

"Vlad Tepes has the same name as the impaler in history, but I don't know the specifics. This is the first time I've seen him."

The same dumbfounded brother replied.

"Uncle, why did that aunt defecate everywhere?"

"Kids, don't talk nonsense, the speech script is ready for you, go."

Handing Remilia the speech, Benson's brother patted Remi's head.

"……,Um."

Flipping through the content, Remilia nodded slightly and trotted forward.

Then the younger brother whispered again: "Brother, have you seen that man's eyes?"

"No, I'm also wondering what level of bloodline can scare Velvet like that, maybe it's strengthened by the use of spiritual spells."

"No, the name of the impaler, doesn't our blood race also have an impaler?"

"Shh, don't talk nonsense."

NO.9: Before dusk.

(I don’t have much energy all day, and I don’t even stay up late and sleep until 11 o’clock and still feel sleepy... How should I put it, look at the time, Valentine’s Day, right? If you are out of the order, come on, if you haven’t, try to get out of the order.)

Werewolves, unlike vampires, are also cursed humans with extraordinary talents, but they are not afraid of the sun, but on the contrary, when they reveal their true power, their mental power will be extremely fragile, and they don't even need If they attack, they will fall into chaos on their own, which is also the reason why many werewolves are rumored to go crazy.

Werewolf transformation will reduce IQ.

Nieder Hogg has already realized this point.

Where is this place?

The countess, who woke up from a dazed state, raised her head suddenly, and the roar of the beast was heard in her ears, which made her reflexively turn her head and look down. The two giant wolves with partly human figures roared and fought each other, attacking ferociously. Let their flesh and blood fly, the air soon filled with a strong smell of blood, and the beasts inspired by their own military exploits fought harder.

"Dylan! Fern!"

Looking at the beast below in horror, the Countess knew very well that it was the werewolves incarnated by her two cronies, but why did they kill each other? !He doesn't even pay attention to his own cries.

"Stupid, isn't it?"