The Face Changing Warrior

Imperial capital.

Tulip Ducal Mansion, stables.

Old Mark slowly threw a saddle to the corner of the wall, then shook his head, took out a wine bottle from his arms, took a heavy sip in his mouth, and sighed comfortably. Looking at the sky outside, he muttered to himself: "Why is it so dark tonight...Well, is it going to meet Roddy tomorrow? I guess he is too anxious to bear it. ..."

Suddenly, his smile solidified on his face, his original lazy expression suddenly changed color, he threw away the bottle in his hand, strode to the door, facing the direction of Chengdong, closing his eyes.

There were a few cold sweats on his forehead: "This... this kind of breath..."

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Royal palace.

Mr. Qiu slowly sat on his wooden cave, with a long and narrow sword in front of him. The cold light above the blade was like water, and the expression on Mr. Qiu's face seemed as cold as ice. His white hair was set on his shoulders, and his face was calm as a thousand-year-old rock.

Similarly, he suddenly opened his eyes, and strange gaze flashed in his eyes...

"This breath... is..."

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The Imperial Divine Religious Center.

As the supreme power core of the Guangming Continent God Cult, the heart of the Guangming Empire God Cult. But the buildings of the religious center of the imperial capital looked very simple.

In an unremarkable building, there is no gorgeous decoration in the spacious hall. In front of the hall was a huge statue of **** hung high. The facial expressions of the gods were indifferent and majestic-as if to show that he was the spokesperson of the gods, the supreme leader of the Guangming Continental Church sitting under the gods, the expression of His Majesty the Pope, was equally indifferent and majestic.

He was wearing a plain white robe, and his spotless clothes seemed to carry a holy and solemn atmosphere. He opened his eyes, looked at the big elders of the four religious institutes sitting on both sides of him, frowned and said, "Do you all feel it?"

"Yes, Your Majesty the Pope... we all feel it... it seems to be the breath of a dragon."

His Majesty the Pope Corsica VI of the Empire showed a smile on his face, but under this smile there seemed to be an invisible oppressive aura. He slowly said: "The dragons have always been at the northern end of the northern continent. Appear in the Bright Continent, and in the imperial capital?"

The four elders were silent.

Corsica VI shook his head and said lightly: "Elder Loma, please go outside the city and see what happened."

An elder wearing a black robe stood up slowly, bowed slightly to His Majesty the Pope, and said in a low voice: "In the name of the Almighty God of Light, I will follow your majesty's teachings."

Elder Loma put his hands on his chest, closed his eyes, and after a beam of light, his figure disappeared.

Corsica VI sighed lightly, stood up slowly, turned around and looked at the idol above, muttering to himself: "That really...is it a dragon?"

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The vampire Shafei stepped back step by step, only feeling that the aura of the Duke Tulip in front of him made him more and more frightened.

"You...your face...your face?"

Roddy looked at the mask indifferently, his eyes fell on the vampire Shafei's face again: "Are you talking about my face..."

He stretched out his other hand, grabbed it in the air, and the vampire Sha Fei suddenly let out a scream, and flew towards Roddy involuntarily...

Roddy held her neck tightly with one hand and lifted her up.

The vampire, who was two meters tall, was held by the neck by Roddy who was much shorter than her. The vampire Shafei was stiff and trembling all over, but she was gripped by the opponent's hand, but she couldn't even use the strength of a struggle.

Roddy held Sophie in one hand, but didn't even look at her. His eyes were indifferent, looking at the mask in the other hand, there were strange gazes in his eyes, seeming a little dazed, and a little strange.

After a long time, Roddy's eyes finally showed emotion.

He slowly said: "I remember... I am me... I am Roddy!"

A calm smile appeared on his indifferent face. The mask in his hand turned into a silver light and disappeared. Then he finally raised his face to look at the vampire holding in his hand. The vampire almost fainted because he could not breathe. Claws hung weakly on both sides, and both feet were kicking lightly.

"Tell me... if you bring that girl back to life? I know that anyone killed by your blood can be reborn in another way." Roddy's tone was cold and calm, as if to describe something that couldn't be easier. thing.

"I...I..." The vampire trembled slightly, but couldn't say a word.

Roddy smiled coldly-there was something evil in his smile.

The vampire felt that her neck seemed to loosen a little, and finally a breath of fresh air was sucked into her chest. She immediately trembled: "She... she was not killed by my blood sucking, I... anyone who was sucked blood by our blood It can be resurrected in the first embrace... She... is not..." The despair and fear that filled her body forced her to say it all in one breath.

Roddy nodded slowly, and said faintly: "So, you can't resurrect her, can you? Even if she is resurrected as a blood clan, it won't work?"

As if feeling that the hand on the neck tightened again, the vampire Sha Fei was so frightened that she shouted: "No, no, no...There is a way...some...unless...unless..."

"Unless what?" Roddy smiled faintly on his face.

"Unless...with the blood of the gods...the blood of the gods can revive everything in the world...with the blood of the gods..."

Roddy nodded, closed his eyes, as if thinking about it carefully, finally smiled again, and said softly: "It turns out that it's like this...it's fine with the blood of the gods, right?"

"Yes! Yes!" Sha Fei yelled in despair, "Yes!!"

"Very good." Roddy sighed. "Then, you don't have to exist."

The hand holding Sha Fei's neck shrank vigorously, and the vampire's neck immediately made a creak, and his throat made a scream.

Roddy smiled on his face, like a cold-blooded butcher. He nodded his mind with the other hand and said lightly: "Although I don't know what's wrong with me now... But there is a strange thought in my mind. Tell me... I seem to come from a strange place..."

His voice was terribly calm, and then slowly continued: "So the place... the name seems to be... hell."

Suddenly he smiled lightly, a smile that made people chill from the bones, and a strange color flashed in his eyes: "Do you know what is in hell? I tell you, it's fire! It's **** fire!"

After saying this, he was clutching the neck of the vampire Sha Fei, and a deadly flame suddenly appeared in his hand! The flame was completely black, and the black flame followed his hand and gradually burned the whole body of the vampire in it!

Only heard the burning sound of "chih", the vampire Sha Fei suddenly broke out a terrible scream, the scream was like the soul is being burned! That is the pain of soul destruction!

Amid the screams, Roddy suddenly laughed. He laughed louder and louder, and his body began to tremble involuntarily. The body of the vampire holding in his hand was gradually melted in the black flame, burned to ashes, and then a little bit of ashes disappeared...

The last trace of black dust dissipated from his hand, Roddy slowly dropped his hand, looked at the ashes in the air, and his expression finally returned to calm.

The black flame on his body finally disappeared, and everything around him became calm. Then Roddy walked slowly to Jojo who was lying on the ground, knelt down on one knee, stretched out a hand to gently caress Mo's face, and then straightened her stray hair.

Qiaoqiao’s eyes were finally closed, and the expression on that face was calm, as if there was a sense of peace and contentment—this poor girl, who didn’t know she had sacrificed to her death, was actually not the one she loved. . When she died, she thought she could die with her love.

Another tear dripped from Roddy's eyes, shook his head, and gently stroked Jojo's chest with his hand. The **** wound on Jojo's chest was healing quickly wherever his hand touched him.

Finally, Roddy looked at Jojo's body, which was intact as before, slowly stood up, and muttered: "Although you do not love me, you died because of me..." He closed his eyes, faintly Said: "Is it the blood of the gods? Then let me use the blood of the gods to revive you."

He hugged Jojo's body with one hand, and the palm of the other hand slowly stretched out...

A black flame was released, and the traces of the surrounding killings were all burned into ashes in the fire of **** that could burn everything... the carriage, the corpse of the horse, and the guards who sacrificed their loyal guards...

"That's great... the dust returns to the dust, the dirt returns to the earth."

Roddy sighed and shook his head, as if there was always a strange voice shouting in his head, that sound seemed to have a magical power, as if pulling his own soul.

Just as he was about to leave, a white holy light ball appeared behind him, and then an old man in a black robe appeared there. The man was holding a long staff in his hand, and his face seemed to be Like a dried orange, it is full of deep wrinkles.

"Here..." The old man looked around, then set his gaze on Roddy, and said solemnly: "Is that breath that you gave out just now?"

Roddy turned around and frowned at the old man who appeared suddenly: "Get away, I'm in a bad mood now."

After saying this, Roddy turned and left.

The old man suddenly raised his staff, and a white light shot towards Roddy's...

Then a wall of light stopped in front of Roddy, blocking Roddy's path.

"Tell me, who the **** are you! Did you make that breath? What happened here?" The black-robed old man suddenly wrinkled his face: "No! I smelled the breath of a vampire!" His face suddenly changed, and he shouted: "Who are you! Are you blood?!"

Roddy stretched out a hand and gently touched the wall of light blocking in front of him. The wall of light that originally seemed to be blocked in front of him was easily penetrated by his hand...

A smile appeared on Roddy's face: "It's a light spell...huh, it's just a low-level light spell..." He suddenly stopped his voice and whispered to himself: "How would I know this? ......Oh... weird..."

The black-robed old man saw that the wall of light he emitted was easily penetrated by the opponent's hand, his eyes showed horror, and he opened his mouth and said, "You! Who are you!"

Roddy shook his head, turned around, and looked at him fiercely: "I am in a bad mood now, you better not mess with me... If you stop me again..."

The black-robed old man trembled violently. When the other party said the last few words, he stretched out from his heart and felt cold!

Settling down, remembering the teachings of His Majesty the Pope, he took a deep breath, and dispelled the strange thoughts in his mind-hell, I am one of the highest elders of the cult!

The old man gently stood his staff on the ground and said with an extremely solemn voice: "I am the highest deacon and chief instructor of the religious institute, elder Loma! I ask you in the name of His Majesty the Pope of the Empire. Is that breath that you give out?"

Roddy, who had originally planned to turn around and leave, suddenly stopped when he heard the other person utter the word "sacred". He turned around and looked at the elder Loma in front of him, a smile of joy suddenly appeared on his face.

"Are you an elder of the cult?"

I don’t know why, the other party is smiling, but Loma’s heart tightened when he saw the smile for no reason, he let out a long sigh, and slowly said: "Yes, I am the supreme deacon bishop under His Majesty the Pope. One. I ask you, who are you? Are you blood?"

When he heard the word "blood", Roddy's calm eyes flashed a sharp different color, and that sharp color was only a flash, and then he shook his head: "I am not a blood...I am... He suddenly smiled wryly: "I don't know what I am now."

"So, did you make that breath just now?" Loma's voice became deep: "Are you a dragon? Or a human?"

Roddy still shook his head and said faintly: "I said I don't know... I don't know what I am now... Maybe it's... hum..." He smiled coldly, and slowly spit out a few words: "... …Maybe a monster."

Without waiting for Elder Loma to speak, Roddy has slowly walked over to him, walking with a strange smile on his face, and slowly said: "Since you are the elder of the religious sect, then I have a question, presumably You must be able to answer me..."

"What's the problem?" Elder Loma looked at the opponent approaching, feeling a little wary in his heart.

Roddy smiled happily, but there was a bit of cold evil in his voice: "I want to ask you: How can you get the blood of the so-called **** you believe in?"