Chapter 286

The sad prince who was used.

An ambitious and unscrupulous king.

A kind of innocent vampire princess living in the imaginary world.

Between the three.

From the perspective of vampires, it is full of tragic color and sympathetic.

But for humans.

I'm afraid no one will believe that the initial reason for a terrible blood epidemic that may sweep the world is the loss of family ethics and morality.

Nisa has shoulder length hair.

Used by my father as a prop.

The Reaper's mother who is frantically chasing is her brother who has been missing for many years.

Under a double blow.

Throw away the family ring that symbolizes the glory of the vampire royal family.

She opened her clothes, revealed her smooth neck to Chad Norma, and said in Romanian, "end all this, my brother.

All hatred ends here. "

Chad Norma walked over and stroked Nisa's face. Compared with caressing, he hated more and said coldly, "you are his favorite child..."

Before he finished, he fiercely bit Nisa's neck and swallowed her blood.

This time.

The blade, delayed by another thing, appeared in the higher corridor.

Chad Norma heard footsteps, slowly put down Nisa, raised her head and smiled at the blade, "blade, it can be over now.

What do you think? "

Constrained by the plot twist device, the angry blade and Chad Norma, who is determined to die, completely ignore Cole standing at the elevator entrance.

The blade roared.

Hold the knife in both hands.

Violence stabbed Norma in the chest.

The latter shouted, laughed and staggered back into the post.

One is the mother Reaper who has completely lost the desire to live.

One is the blade of grief over Nisa's death.

Like two angry bulls, their confrontation is fierce and fatal.

While they fight.

Cole took the long knife and walked slowly to Nisa, who was thrown aside and fell in a pool of blood with a slight trembling body.

Sit cross legged.

Take out a cigarette and frown, "smoke?"

For the first time, she felt that her throat was flooded with blood. Nisa trembled and grabbed Cole's clothes with her hand. Her voice was vague and weak.

"Why... Didn't you kill me yesterday?"

Cole took the cigarette like a passer-by watching the war. His eyes stopped on the dead blade and Norma, and there was no response.

Tears fell from the corners of Nisa's eyes.

She turned her head to the other side.

"... is that how humans feel when they are fed? Cole."

After a silence.

Cole responded, "yes."

That's it.

Maybe too weak.

Maybe the Reaper virus has begun to transform her body.

Nisa snorted bitterly.

After a long silence.

He shook his head slightly, smiled miserably and said, "now... I know why they like to call you butcher.

Hatred. "

This time.

Blade and Chad Norma, who almost broke the whole hall, came to an end when they were almost exhausted.

The severed Samurai blade pierced Norma's ribs and stabbed obliquely into the bone wrapping her heart.

The fatal part was attacked.

Norma pushed away the blade and staggered until she fell to the ground.

Struggling to crawl, leaning against the broken column.

Pull open the pierced leather coat to reveal the section of the samurai sword below.

He looked at the blade, shook his head slightly, frowned and said, "strange... Wound... The wound doesn't hurt anymore."

The next moment.

The blade frowned, and even held the sunglasses under his gaze because he couldn't believe it.

The Reaper's mother body pushes the broken blade into the body and pierces the heart.

A sharp whine unique to the reaper.

The body turned red gradually, and finally burned the debris in the blue flame.

The blade got up from the ground.

Exercise your sore body.

Her eyes stopped on Nisa in a pool of blood, and Cole, who sat beside him and smoked alone.

Walk over.

Hold her in your arms.

Perhaps only by facing death can we really see our true heart.

Nisa grabbed the blade's arm and smiled involuntarily. Like a lover, she lay in his arms and said, "I don't have much time. I can feel the heat in my body."

After a short breath.

"I want to die as a Vampire..."

From beginning to end, the blade remained silent.

Like human vampire hunters, they like to call themselves as night walkers.

Because they live in the light.

Vampires call it the blade of the day walker, but they can only live in the night.

The dual identity of human and vampire makes him not be accepted by both sides, whether in night or day, a complete alien.

Whistler was right.

After meeting Nisa, his heart wavered.

In silence.

Nisa raised her head, looked at the blade, gently stroked the back of his hand, tears fell on her cheeks and said, "I want to see the sunrise."

This time.

Whistler, who has handled the following things, takes the elevator to catch up.

It happened to hit the blade and hold Nisa in her arms.

He looked at Cole, walked over and said nothing.

The old hunter who has experienced too many things knows that he has no right to interfere with the choice of blade.

Because of the child cursed in his eyes.

It's not unreasonable to still have the blood of a vampire and fall in love with a vampire.

There is no conflict between love and the choice of camp.

But.

The child.

At this time, he is still firmly standing by his side and fighting for mankind, which makes him feel gratified, but also full of disappointment.

Dawn is coming.

There was a strong morning wind on the roof of the Caliban building.

Whistler and Cole stood under the steel gate, watching holding Nisa in their arms, sitting on the ground, waiting for the blade of sunrise.

The old hunter raised his eyebrows, took a deep breath and said, "pig butcher, I found that people can't see life and death when they get old..."

Talk.

Without hesitation, he reached out to take away half the burning cigarette in Cole's hand, and didn't mind the blood of the harvester sticking to it. He waved his hand to Cole, dropped a word, and limped downstairs.

"I'll wait for you down there, damn it..."

When the first ray of sunshine crosses the horizon.

Nisa faces the sun.

Bathed in the human world, symbolizing all things of hope.

The body is like a burning winter withered grass.

Raise your hand and gently touch the cheek of the blade with a smile.

final.

In the arms of the one she loved, it gradually turned into flying back, sparks scattered with the morning wind.

The blade knelt on the ground.

He got up after a long time.

Facing the rising sun, I was silent for a long time.

He didn't ask.

I won't ask why Cole didn't save her.

For that man, letting Nisa die with dignity is the last respect for his old friend.