In the Vatican, in an underground secret room under St. Peter's Basilica, bursts of painful moans echoed in this secret room of thousands of square meters. These were clearly the sounds of a girl struggling. However, no sound was heard in the church. A newlywed couple
The couple was receiving blessings from relatives, friends and priests. How could people who were immersed in happiness and celebration hear the low singing coming from the ground of the church.
In the center of the dark, dry granite chamber, there is a large iron bed. Several bishops in black robes surround a blond girl with her eyes closed and reciting the Bible. The girl's limbs are tied to the iron bed by iron chains.
Four huge candles were burning on the four iron pillars and corners of the bed, and the flames flickered.
The blonde girl shook her head desperately. She was naked. There were blood marks on her wrists and ankles, similar in shape to nails, and there was a shallow cross mark on her forehead. The girl seemed to be suffering from some kind of extreme pain.
, the body kept shaking.
The room was very dark, with several cardinals in red robes standing behind the priests with solemn faces, accompanied by several clergymen.
"Merciful Lord! I am your most loyal servant, please let the angels descend on this sinful body!" A red-robed bishop murmured in his mouth, and kept making the sign of the cross on his chest with his palms.
"Merciful Lord, merciful Father..." All the priests began to murmur devoutly, and kept crossing themselves on their chests with such force that they seemed to be slicing through the robes on their chests.
The blond girl began to scream, and blood began to flow out of the blood stains. It fell to the ground through the gaps in the iron bed, forming shocking blood stains that flowed to the surrounding low places.
In the eyes of this group of priests, all human beings are deeply sinful, as if they are the only clergy in the world who are pure and perfect. They were chanting, in low voices, and repeatedly praising the unknown person.
The Lord hidden in that space, God, is both close and far away from him.
The blonde girl's eyes gradually became blurred and dull, and finally her pupils began to dilate sharply. Her originally white skin was stained red with blood, and her empty eyes seemed to accuse the injustice of the world. She was just the most ordinary woman.
Just three days ago, I came to St. Peter's Church to confess my sins, but I didn't expect that this would lead to such a misfortune.
From the scars on the girl's body caused by the iron chains, streaks of bright white light burst out. From the dome of St. Peter's Church, a beam of holy light passed through the floors and shone on the girl. Clang
!Clang... Four crisp sounds of breaking iron ropes were heard, and all the iron ropes binding the girl's limbs were broken. Her haggard head suddenly raised, her indifferent eyes widened, and an invisible force held her up.
Float from the iron bed and stand upright.
The red-robed bishops and monks all around stopped singing, raised their heads and looked solemnly at the girl floating a foot away on the iron bed, her long golden hair automatically fluttering behind her head without the wind.
The canopy is fluffy... Eight consecutive muffled sounds were heard, and four pairs of light wings popped out from the girl's back, stretching out in the air, like a giant milky white dragonfly, except that she had four pairs of wings. The girl's indifferent eyes
Looking coldly at the bishops and monks in front of him, his wings trembled slightly and made a buzzing sound.
"Holy light." The girl who had turned into an angel gently raised her arms, and bits of white light sprinkled around like rain, shrouding all the bishops and monks, including herself, and the entire basement was illuminated.
"Amen..." All the clergymen quickly lowered their heads and made the sign of the cross on their chests. Bathing in the holy light, they felt a burst of inner peace and holiness. At this moment, everyone felt guilty, bathing in this holy light.
It is like the first baptism, washing away all the brilliance and sin.
"The Lord is with you. In this world, I will alleviate your sins, and the sins of the world will be borne by themselves..." The angel's voice was cold and round, with a natural aura of a high-ranking person. In that
From the depths of his silver eyes, there was a cold and indifferent look, and a slightly disdainful look, like a human being looking down at a group of ants.
"You all must believe in the Lord and your Father, dedicate your pious hearts, and wash away the sins in your hearts. The Lord will forgive you for the sins you have committed, as long as you return to the embrace of the Lord. Those who believe in the Lord,
You will receive eternal life, and those who do not believe in the Lord will surely be judged, and their souls will be in flames and suffer forever!" The angel was like a kind teacher who was good at teaching, with a sweet smile on his lips that made people tremble deep in the soul.
"Amen..." Both the bishop and the monk were kneeling devoutly at the feet of the angel at this moment, their eyes filled with tears of excitement.
"Hahaha! I heard that the blood of the four-winged angel is so delicious that Dracula can't wait to take a bite." A cold, bloodthirsty laugh sounded from in front of the secret room door.
"What kind of angels? They are just a few souls without bodies. I wonder why our ancestors asked us to get the wings of these things?" Another powerful and domineering voice sounded from the other side, and two Western men walked in from the door.
One was wearing a black tuxedo, with blond hair and blue eyes. He was extremely handsome. The other was a tall, powerful-looking man. At first glance, he looked like a black iron tower. His clothes were open, revealing clusters of knotted hair.
Chest hair.
"Prince Dracula is honored to meet Miss Angel." The man in the tuxedo stretched out his palms and bowed, giving a standard gentlemanly salute to the angel suspended on the iron bed.
"Haha! Even the bed is ready. Do you know that I, the Wolf King Totty, likes this tune the most?" The mighty man smiled broadly, and his big eyes glanced back and forth on the iron bed stained with blood.
He even stuck out his big tongue and licked his thick lips, looking like he was crazy about bloodthirsty.
"Demeanor, you should pay attention to your demeanor with beautiful ladies, but Miss Angel's blood seems to be sweeter than imagined!" Dracula's green eyes stared closely at the dark blue blood vessels on the angel's shoulder blades, inadvertently revealing two sharp points.
of fangs.
The famous first generation of the blood clan came hand in hand with the werewolf king, just to take off the angel wings and give them to their common ancestor, the blood ancestor wolf god and general.
The bishops and monks took out the cross and held it in their hands with solemn expressions. They all faced the two enemies who had a common ancestor. The church and these dark creatures were natural enemies.
Just as the bishops were confronting the two strongest men in the dark world, a man with yellow skin and dark eyes walked in in front of St. Peter's Church, with an evil smile on his lips. When he stepped into the door of the church,
In an instant, the smile solidified on the face...
(Update, there is a storm on the website, I can’t modify the previous article, there will be more tonight! It’s the end of the month, and those with gold medals will be invalidated, so come here!)