Chapter 249

Under the huge full moon, on the sand of the underground city, another gray haired boy also fell on the sand, unable to speak. He could hear someone screaming in the distance.

"Hoffa!"

It was the sister's desperate voice.

He tried to hold up his neck and look at the sharp blade coming out of his chest. Then he looked at mans's chest, which was still bleeding. He stood as if nothing had happened, but he could feel the rapid passing of life.

Hoffa's head was a little confused. He never thought that a Muggle whose chest was pierced could stand in front of him and stab his chest with a knife. How did he do it? I'm afraid vampires don't have such tenacious vitality.

"How do you..." Hoffa has difficulty breathing.

"Want to know?"

Mans pointed to his chest and said with a smile, "I won't tell you."

He drew out his blade and clattered the steel sting away. The bloody steel thorn rolled away on the sand. Then, he dragged Chloe, who was kneeling and crying, wriggled her neck and forced her to look at Hoffa,

"look at him and enjoy your friend's state when he died. If you want to keep those kids alive, you'd better meet my expectations as soon as possible. "

Hoffa wanted to say something. He didn't know what he wanted to say. Maybe it was a curse, maybe it was the last consolation to the nun, but he found that he couldn't do anything.

"You let me go, let me go..."

The nun was dragged away by mans like a broken sack.

Life is in the rapid passage, strength is not enough to support him to do anything, he covered his chest from the corner of the wall sliding to the ground, the dark gradually engulfed his eyes.

The last picture he saw was that mans was dragging the nun, with the group of children, walking farther and farther, and finally disappeared in his field of vision.

Are you going to die?

He didn't see any chance. It was the last injury he had ever suffered and the closest he had ever died. He's completely in the dark. In the dark, he even saw death smiling at himself.

At this moment, all kinds of helplessness came to my heart.

If you fall short of success, it's just a little bit, a little bit. He can send the nun to London, maybe fatil will use her ability to change history, maybe he can see agraia in his lifetime.

Agraia... Thinking of her, a violent pain burned in Hoffa's body, and he could not help moaning. It's a deep, uncontrollable desire to survive.

Dying? No, he must not die.

His life is burdened with her expectation. In any case, he can't die.

But his heart has been pierced, even if it is activated, it can't repair such a fatal wound. He constantly turns magic into life, but life passes away along the wound.

He lay on the ground, racking his brains to think about the way of immortality. But no matter what he thought, it seemed impractical. He didn't even have a living person around him.

His soul is like a candle in the wind. It's dark in the eye. Only his numb lips can taste the blood from his heart.

Is there a chance?

Feel the warmth on your lips.

That's the temperature of the blood.

Under the stimulation of this taste, a bold and crazy idea arises spontaneously. There's one last chance.

He tried his best to turn all the magic into life, barely opened his eyes, supported himself, dragged himself little by little, and climbed to the blood pool in the distance.

At last, he stopped at the edge of the marble pool. At this moment, he could not breathe. He was only a short distance away from death.

The blood dripped from his mouth into the blood pool. He was dizzy and could do nothing.

The moon broke through the dark clouds again and came down from the dome. The boiling pool of blood had already subsided. However, after it tasted Hoffa's blood, it was boiling again, like an excited organic life.

Then, countless blood hands made of blood stretched out from the blood pool, grabbed Hoffa's body and pulled him down from the heart of the pool.

With a soft pop. Without the slightest spray, the blood pool returned to calm, no longer boiling.

The intense pain disappeared, and the fight was rewarded. Some magical power wrapped him and made him feel the extreme warmth. It was a feeling he had never experienced before, as if he had returned to the mother.

The broken heart, under the action of some force, recombines and returns little by little, becoming a whole, a new and unknown thing.

At this moment, he can breathe in the blood, and even see everything outside through the blood. The bright moon, and the shadow flying in the moonlight.

Some broken pictures and whispers wrapped him. He heard something whispering in his ear, "after sleeping, wake up the sleeping Blood Queen, eight wild animals, born in eight restless nights. The nail penetrates the flesh and blood of the sinner. A prayer is dedicated to the summoned hero..."Whispers from his ears, he raised his head from the sea of blood, countless blood hands holding him. Let him get closer and closer to the moon in the sky. He can see the craters all over the planet, and a veiled woman without facial features. Her body is covered with hazy light, and her fingers are flying like silk among the moon.

"Light was born in darkness, but abandoned darkness, cursed darkness, liberated from the long night, and fell asleep in the short day..."

whispering never stopped. It didn't seem like one person talking about it, but the whispering of countless people. The silky fingers wrapped Hoffa and bound him tightly, and the huge virtual shadow lifted him up and made him happy Little fly to the woman's head.

The distance is getting closer and closer.

Then, he saw that the woman's head without facial features had a slit, like a zipper. Behind the slit, there was a bright galaxy, which made people yearn for.

He marveled at the beautiful scenery and the warmth of being wrapped. He was infatuated for a moment, and let the flying fingers wrap around him, sending himself into the void in his mouth.

"If I were you, I would not submit so easily. It's too cheap." Suddenly, another voice said in his ear. This voice is different from those whispers. It's clear, smooth, without any emotion.

At the sound, Hoffa woke up.

The hazy women on the moon disappear, the beautiful stars disappear.

He only saw that his muscles were expanding wildly in the blood pool, and countless flesh spines grew out of every corner of his body. On the flesh spines grew fine and ferocious faces. They were wailing, suffering and tearing.

"Damn it

He woke up completely, and the inexplicable blood poured into his body along his wound. His bone marrow seemed to be burned, and his blood vessels seemed to be irrigated with acid. What's more, in the blood pool, there was an unknown huge spiritual force, which was as powerful as he had ever seen. Just a little contamination, he was in danger of being assimilated.

He tilted his head back and hit the marble floor, trying to get the whispers out of his ears. But it doesn't work. His self-awareness is rapidly disappearing and will soon become something else.

So he quickly climbed the stone wall and tried to climb out. There was a ripple on the calm pool of blood, and Hoffa held out his hand. In less than a second, he was pulled back to the blood pool by the incomparable force, and the blood pool returned to calm again.

This time, however, the brief calm lasted less than ten breaths.

All of a sudden, the pool of coagulated blood began to boil.

A huge four winged bird circled and roared out of the blood pool. It was covered with colloidal blood like asphalt. Before it was ten meters high, it was pulled back to the blood pool heavily and fell into it, splashing with blood.

"In the world, life and death are hard to predict, even the most powerful wings are hard to move..." countless voices in his ears, making him upset.

Thunderbird roared and rushed out of the blood pool again. His sharp claws cling to the edge of the blood pool. Countless blood danced wildly behind him, and he was about to be pulled back to the sea of blood.

In the deep castle, under the quiet and white moonlight.

There is a very strange scene. The blood in the blood pool condenses into a huge arm. It is like catching a chicken. It grabs the Thunderbird in its hand and smashes it with a bang. It is about to subdue him.

"After I falter, I will ask you for my life!"

The sound is getting louder and louder, and they devour Hoffa's body and mind crazily. The more he struggled, the more powerful the Superman was. The hall is getting more and more damaged. The exquisite ceiling turned into pieces, crashing down, and the delicious food on the dining table was smashed into a pile of mud.

His heart beat violently, almost jumped out of his chest, and every pulse beat seemed to press a new flame through his whole body. He twitched helplessly, his head like a ball full of agony on the verge of bursting. Hoarse calls echoed throughout the castle.

The two forces fell into a stalemate. Hoffa knew that he would not stick to it for long. As long as his strength was exhausted, he would immediately become one of the countless whispers. Outside the blood pool, he is facing the threat of physical death, while inside the blood pool, he is facing the crisis of spiritual being swallowed. Who can help me in this damned world?

He was very anxious.

As if he had heard his prayer, another voice sounded in his ear, "if you can survive a nightmare, will you still jump into the blood pool?" The unknown voice asked, "if you could only choose between nightmares and blood sucking at night, what would you choose?"

"I don't choose anything..."

"you're going to die." Another voice said quietly, "Bach, no one can help you. There are only two choices, one is to suck other people's blood every night, the other is to have nightmares every night. "

"I'd rather have nightmares if I had to."

The blood hand did not move. After calming down for three breath, it collapsed suddenly. The twining blood retreated from his body and disappeared in the blood pool. It turned into countless red spots and evaporated in the air.Thunderbird fell down in the dry blood pool with a plop, shrinking a little bit, and turned into a gray haired boy.

Slowly, very slowly, the pain subsided a little bit, it felt like a thousand years. He trembled feebly and breathed desperately through his sore throat, as if another Millennium had passed before he could barely stand up. The whole body muscles seem to turn into water, so we have to use both hands and feet. Finally, we stand up tremblingly and grope forward.

Finally, he climbed out of the blood pool, did not walk a few steps, he stepped on a body, fell to the ground with a plop. In front of his eyes, it was dark. For a long time, it became the pattern of the floor, and his pupils gradually focused.

Everything in front of him became very bright, but there were not many colors. He could clearly see the expression on the face of the corpse lying on the ground. He could see every grain of dust floating in the air. He could even see the patterns of stone ghost sculptures on the Gothic spire in the distance.

At this moment, the night becomes as clear as the day, which is a feeling he has never experienced before. I really want my eyes to become an infrared night vision camera.

"What happened?"

He looked at the fingerprints on his palm. What had just happened was still fresh in his mind, the shadow in the moon, the whisper in the sea of blood. Everything is so clear, they have never seen before.

Look at your chest. The wound pierced by mans has healed now, but it is covered with bright red scars. The scars are symmetrically distributed on your chest and extend to your shoulders. There are three rings intertwined. The interlaced parts of the circle form one crescent moon after another. The pattern is thick and unsmooth, as if it had been drawn randomly by a primitive man with branches.

He had seen this pattern before. When the female vampire opened the dungeon, she drew this pattern on the ground with blood.

What does that mean? He could feel some obscure and ancient power in the pattern, but could not describe it.

looked up as like as two peas in the sky, and it was just like the moon on weekdays. It was not big. There was no monster inside. It was just round and hanging in the sky. There was no difference between ordinary and its thousands of years.

"Are you all right?"

Then someone in his ear asked him this.

The voice is ethereal and does not distinguish between men and women. It sounds very neutral. It was the voice that just reminded me in the sea of blood.

"Who are you?"

Hoffa sat up straight with no one alive. The banquet, which was destroyed by mans, was desolate and cruel. But just now in the blood pool, it was this voice that asked him some strange questions.

"I'm on your waist."

The voice reminded him.

Hoffa was surprised. He stretched his hand to his waist. His magic gloves and clothes were melted in the sea of blood, but only one thing remained.

It's a glass ball, a glass ball of metamorphosis.

Pick up the glass ball, the tentacles in the glass ball are flying, and the little tentacle monster I got in the English channel is flickering rapidly in the glass ball.