A common tavern that connects all fantasy worlds

"Inject, inject me..."

"...If you continue to move like this, you will die." D looked at the man and said flatly.

"Leyla, that's there too... I can feel it, she's dangerous... Please, Hunter... give me the injection..."

Saying so, Gropp grabbed D's cloak hem with all his strength.

D was silent for a few seconds, reached out to lift him up from the cold metal floor of the cabin, let him lie on his hospital bed, then reached out and picked up a syringe containing light blue medicine from the medicine rack on one side.

Chapter 31 The Illusion

In the room full of bones, Layla paused, panting.

The living corpse in that armor has long lost self-awareness, and has no intelligence. Under such a situation, there is no way to control it. Until now, the armor has completely relied on automatic programs to act.

This kind of armor is designed to include the driver, and the degree of intelligence and automation is usually not too high... otherwise it will seriously interfere with the driver's judgment and actions.Moreover, it didn't take long for Layla to judge its action mode, find out the weak point on the armor, and directly hit its control center with the powerful storm pulse rifle.

The automatic sound of "annihilating the enemy" is still playing, but other than that, it can no longer do any actions.

After failing to receive the signal, the pair of iron arms, which had already lost all their mounted weapons, could only be put on standby again.

Dodging around, kicking deep and shallow on the pile of human bones in this room with difficulty, Leila, who finally defeated the big guy, stood still and gasped, walked forward with her sore legs, stretched out her hands Looking at the movable part on the rear side of the armor, he pulled out the living corpse that was supposed to be the driver.

This guy doesn't know how long he has been here, even the energy in his body is almost exhausted, and his whole body is shriveled up. If it takes a few more decades, he will become a pile like everyone else in the room bones.

When it was caught, it couldn't even resist instinctively.

Layla pressed the living corpse that might have been a hunter to the ground, and relieved him of endless pain with a pistol.

After finishing all this, Leila sat wearily on the pile of bones beside her, and didn't care if she was sitting on someone's head or crushing which rib.

But just as she blinked, she realized that another scene suddenly appeared in front of her eyes.

The pale bones in front of him suddenly shattered into soft snow, covering the entire land, and falling silently from the sky, extending towards the distant mountains.

In the heavy snow, in front of a small raised mound, stands a simple cross—that is, two boards tied together horizontally and vertically.

The blond-haired little girl knelt in front of the unremarkable tombstone, presenting a bouquet of flowers to the owner of the tomb.

Leila was trembling all over when she saw this scene, and it took a while before she asked, "What are you doing there?"

"Don't come here!" replied the little girl, "I don't want to talk to anyone."

Leila seemed to be more sure of something, took a step forward, and stepped on the snow with a "creak".

"I said don't come here!" The little girl suddenly turned her head and stared fiercely at Leila.

The freckled little face showed a gloomy expression that should never appear on the face of a child of this age.

The blue eyes of the two were staring at each other, and Layla could only stare wide-eyed in disbelief.

The gun in her hand fell to the ground, she staggered a few steps, rushed forward and hugged the little girl tightly: "Don't be afraid, don't be afraid, I understand you, I know exactly what you're thinking... Leila... "

At this moment, she suddenly felt a strong force coming from behind, which dragged her to the ground, almost hitting the pillar beside her.

When he rubbed his head and sat up, what appeared in front of him was not a snow field, but a long corridor surrounded by blood-colored wall bricks.

"What you see is an illusion created by the city lord, not real."

D who appeared behind her at some point said so.

Before Leila could respond, she noticed that the man was frowning slightly, looking towards the corridor ahead.

Looking in the direction he was looking at, I saw a familiar man pulling his hand from the ground.

At the end of the originally thick fingers, there are sharp nails, just like D... just like all nobles.

There was a crazy smile on Pokov's face, and he blinked in this direction: "I was thinking before I died, why didn't you respond to the radio call. It seems that you really hooked up with this guy... To be honest, He really looks good, even a man should be tempted."

While talking, he stretched his hand backwards and pulled out an arrow from the quiver.

The silver-plated arrow was clutched in the palm of his hand, which made his face show a little pained expression, and white smoke rose from the place where the arrow shaft touched the skin.

"Brother, did you...surrender to them?"

Leila couldn't accept such a result at all, but the fact was right in front of her eyes... the man in front of her had become a complete vampire.

"Don't say it's a surrender... You didn't come back, and Kyle and Nolte died again. I can't help it. But, do you know how strong I have become now? Even that aspect is the same... Come on , Layla, let us be brother and sister again, we can still hunt and have fun together..."

When Pokov said this, it seemed that from the moment he became a vampire, his soul suddenly degenerated... Or, everyone has a dark part in their hearts, and being transformed by a noble will only speed up the process of release.

Leila clenched her teeth, and was about to untie another gun from her back, but D held her shoulder.

"Leave it to me. You go to Charlotte and take this... to the upper level of the castle."

While talking, he handed her a metal round plate.

Leila glanced at the things in her hands for no reason, gritted her teeth, and decided to believe him, and finally took a last look at Pokov with a ferocious expression, turned around and rushed upstairs without looking back.

"D, you are here to stop me."

Pokov said, putting the crossbow on his arm.

But D didn't intend to draw his sword, he just looked at Pokov's back and shook his head slightly.

Seeing D's expression, the man on the opposite side suddenly changed his expression, and immediately looked back.

From the end of this corridor, a young man who can't touch the ground is casting the light around him here.He didn't have a smile on his face like the last time he appeared, but his eyes were open and the expression on his face was extremely calm.

Almost in an instant, he came to Pokov.

The light around him shone on Pokov's body, causing his skin to disintegrate inch by inch.

"No, Grop! Don't come here!"

He yelled, but he was already fully embraced by the out-of-body spirit body, and the light seemed to penetrate directly into his bone marrow from the other side, causing him to feel intense pain and fear rising from the deepest part of his soul.

"Brother Pokov... you don't look good at all now. Please rest in peace with our brothers!"

Gropp said so, his eyes burst into intense anger, and the light spots around his body suddenly lit up, like wings gradually closing behind him, pointing to the middle.

Even D, who was only of half noble blood, had to lower his hat and close his eyes to avoid the strong light that bloomed from this corridor.

The pure white wings of light shattered into pieces of snowflakes, which then melted into the air.

When D raised his head again, both Pokov and Gropp had disappeared.

On the floor of the corridor, there was only a large pool of radiating blood, and there were bursts of blue smoke as if it was still being roasted by something.

On the upper floor of the stairs, Leila, who had just rested for a while, was holding a breath and rushing towards the top of the castle at full speed.

The hallucination... the illusion was so real because it was something she had experienced and never told anyone.

That moment was the coldest in her heart, kneeling in front of her mother's tomb in the snow... The villagers didn't even engrave their mother's name on the cross, but she found a piece of stone and carved it there herself. In the afternoon, my fingers were bleeding.After that, she also begged a few flowers from the rich people in the village that they were about to throw away and kill soon...that was all she could say goodbye to her mother.

From that day on, she always wanted to be a hunter, and ten years later, her wish came true.

She said "I know exactly what you're thinking" and it was true...because that little girl was who she was and what she was thinking was that I'm going to live alone from now on and no one will care about me anymore.

If it was an illusion created by the lord of this city, and everyone in the castle had a share, then D should have seen it too.

What did he see?

At this time, these thoughts flashed through her mind like lightning and flint, but before she could make any guesses, there was a real touch from the feet of the combat uniform... The girl jumped from the stairs to the top floor.

The top floor of the castle is a circular hall, and the rocket launch pad can be seen from the huge glass window on the back side.At the other end is a room with heavy chains wrapped around the handle. I don't know what's inside.

Charlotte was standing in the middle of the hall, at the top of a few marble steps, with vacant eyes, hands hanging down, head thrown forward.Beside her body, a group of white shadows was gradually consolidating into a solid body. A crack opened where it should be the head, revealing the shape of canine teeth, protruding towards her neck.

"stop!"

Leila just took a deep breath, shouted loudly, and then kicked her feet on the ground and rushed towards the top of the steps.

Shirokage turned to this side, roaring mournfully, but Leila's speed was too fast, she had already bumped into Charlotte who was standing there ignorantly, and carried her out of the way.

"Charlotte, wake up!"

she yelled.

At this moment, the metal plate that D had just shoved to her and was held tightly in her hand flickered a few times, and then a certain man's voice came.

"Received the scheduled signal, and started to go... Tsk, this thing is so heavy."

At the beginning, the voice came from the metal plate, but the following words sounded directly beside her.

Xue Li and Max, the only designated coolie in the tavern, appeared carrying a huge object, followed by Amelia and priest Jacob; although Leila had the impression that she had met these few people, they only met each other once, not only completely I don't know each other, and I can't even remember where I left my memory.

But she knew what these people were carrying, and there was no one in this world who didn't know it.

It was a standard cross with a height of more than two meters and a silver-white body.

Jacob stepped out from behind the cross, pointed at the white figure, and shouted angrily, "Elizabeth Bathory! In the name of the Lord, I order you to step down!"

Chapter 32 Suffering and Redemption

That white shadow was of course the spirit body of Elizabeth Bathory.

Her true form still lay in the coffin, impaled upon it by a special sword that no one but its master could lift.After thousands of years, the originally clean and fresh flesh has turned into a withered corpse, neither young nor beautiful.

Charlotte, who was bumped by Leila and finally woke up, also curled up in fear, avoiding the hand of the huntress, scrambling to distance herself, and asked in surprise: "What's wrong, what happened? "

"Camila wants your blood. Whatever you just saw was fake."

As Leila spoke, she didn't approach this naive girl who was quite frightened.Strictly speaking, she has always played the role of a villain who wants to break up a pair of people who really love each other. It can't be blamed that the other party is still wary of her until now.

"fake……"

Charlotte repeated the word, and looked up at the white shadow trembling violently in front of the silver cross.

She had a feeling that the one in front of her was the Countess Camilla... It was completely different from the previous meeting. This white figure didn't look like she was wearing a long red dress, with smooth skin and distinctive facial features.

At this moment, the spirit body was roaring: "... Priest! You shouldn't exist!"

The nobles have ruled the earth for thousands of years, and humans have been prey during this period, and the better ones are no more than domestic animals... How can piety not deteriorate and disappear during such a long suffering?

Of course, crosses are not omnipotent, even silver crosses are... Nobles who have lived for many years will not be afraid of this thing. Abandoned churches, Bible texts, and old-time sacred objects are all the same.

Only a firm belief is a real weapon, and other things are at most nothing but a carrier of divine power.

In other words, do non-believers still dare to use divine power to exorcise demons?God is kind enough not to list you as a target!

The problem Camila thinks is that the so-called "firm faith" should no longer exist.

Jacob shook his head slightly, staring directly at the monster in front of him through the lenses of his eyes.

Suffering will not destroy human faith... It should be said that on the contrary, the more miserable life is, the more faith will be created, because faith is purely emotional and idealistic.

He crossed himself again, and continued to reprimand loudly: "In the name of the Almighty God, I command you to stand down, Elizabeth Bathory! Your magic flame cannot harm His people in the slightest, because He He is the most holy, supreme, and great. He protects everyone equally, so that they will no longer be oppressed and exploited. The devil who sucks people's blood and feeds himself with the lives of others! Your appearance, your behavior, are all So filthy and filthy, go back to hell!"

As his voice fell, Countess Camilla on the opposite side wailed, and the white shadow collapsed into the air.

Amelia, who came together, helped Charlotte beside her, and touched her nose in embarrassment... In fact, in her own world, she was also made an earl many years ago, so she heard a When the "servant of God" who was on duty said these words, I still felt a little nostalgic in my heart.

But... now everyone knows that she is actually more like a subspecies of human beings, a mutant creature mixed with bat genes, neither an enemy of God nor a devil walking in the world, so standing behind the cross now There was no violent reaction, and I was able to chat with Max who was smoking a cigarette next to me.

"So, are vampires like this in your world?" she asked.

"It's not my world. I've never found a creature like a vampire." Max replied while smoking a cigarette. "I've also collected a lot of information recently. According to scholars' guesses, this kind of legend began in Europe. Vicious infectious diseases...especially the Black Death.

"Many sick people were buried without actually dying, just in a coma, so there were rumors of 'waking from the grave'; on the other hand, the Black Death patients apparently transmitted the pathogenic bacteria to those who came into contact with them In the folk tales, it gradually became the ability to 'turn the bitten dead into vampires'.

"In addition, patients with a certain disease are afraid of the sun, and exposure to the sun can lead to skin allergies, blisters, and even ulceration and necrosis; there are indeed pica patients who like to drink blood.

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"In addition, the story of the impaler obviously inspired the horror stories that are circulated among the people...

"Over a long period of time, a variety of things that people at that time could not understand gradually merged into an image and a story, which is generally believed to be the origin of vampires."

"We might have been born the same way," Amelia replied, "but don't get me wrong, I'm not saying we're also related to the Impaler or the Black Death, but the 'story' that made our world exist. ', there should be a similar source. Ah... If the boss hadn’t lost his memory, I would really like to visit his world.”

"I understand." Max nodded.

Among the few people, seeing Countess Camilla disappeared before her eyes, Leila was not even sure if this was real or another illusion, until a drop of blood dripped from the palm of her tightly clenched hand, and D also Go up the stairs on the other side.

The man came over and held out his hand to her.

Leila froze for a moment, then realized what he wanted, and quickly returned the metal plate to him.

"Let's wrap it up."

D said.

Amelia next to her shrugged, squatted down, took the bandage from Max, grabbed Leila's hand, and said in a joking tone while bandaging: "Your blood is really sweet, but unfortunately, I quit. "

"Huh?" Before Leila could understand what it meant, she heard heavy footsteps on the other side of the stairs.