Merritt's ground ruins, powerful exorcists summoned from all over the world, have set up array seals to suppress the spiritual realm attached to this area. The endless black gas is stripped from the surface and collides with the divine seal filled with vast holy lights, and the ice and snow melt.

The brave knights rode their horses to clear the ground, then abandoned their horses and walked, leading the Knights of the Round Table to head towards the underground.

They were traveling through the weird underground corridor, surrounded by the holy light illumination of high-level knights condensed in their hands. From time to time, some strange symbols, unrecognizable words, and some dazzling scarlet marks appeared on the walls of the corridor from time to time...

Seeing this strange thing, a round table knight pressed his hand on the wall, injected a vast amount of energy, and murmured: "Blood detection..."

Everyone was waiting for the result with their breath. Not long after, a faint blue-white appeared on the wall. This was the reaction of the divine seal energy detecting the blood stains!

The confirmation of this news made the atmosphere around him more solemn. Blood is not a good thing, especially in this weird underground wreckage...

At this moment, the round table knight seemed to have thought of something. He began to inject energy into the surroundings crazy, and the next scene shocked everyone...

Every place where the energy passes is blue-white. On the walls, on the ground, and under their feet, it spreads to every corner of the corridor. There are a large amount of irregular blood stains in every place, as if a tragic massacre had occurred, and it seemed that the wailing of the dead could be heard.

The blue-white light was like a bleak ghost fire in the underworld, impacting everyone's psychological defense bit by bit. They felt that there was a cold wind blowing in their ears, which was creepy...

At this moment, the world seemed to have isolated them. A cold aura mixed with loneliness rushed towards us. Coupled with the terrifying pressure brought by endless darkness, if the knights were not born brave and pious, they would have fallen to the ground long ago.

"Forward!" Lancelot, who served as interim commander, calmed down his mind and commanded the troops to continue moving forward. This corridor was too weird, and no one wanted to stay here for too long...

When we reached the end, the white bones in front of us were shocking. In terms of quantity, it fully matched the number of residents of Merritt and also confirmed the reality that the city was already dead.

What is even more terrifying is that the ground is covered with some dead cell groups, which are covered like a colony carpet, dissipating little by little in the viscous scarlet red, and there are some undiluted ghoul bones. The knights' scalp numb after seeing it.

At this time, a knight reminded in a deep voice: "Someone!"

Lancelot turned his gaze to the altar in the distance, a woman in a dark red and black robe was holding a coma boy in her arms.

The woman's lips are outlining a graceful curve. Her blood-soaked lips are like the most beautiful roses in the world, intertwining with a soul-stirring luster, and even smelling the fragrance of blood.

The scarlet eyes were brighter than the most expensive gem in the world, and were filled with intoxicating tenderness, like the ripples of light on the warm river, staring at the boy in his arms.

The boy who fell in the woman's arms was no one else, but Luo You. He had long lost his former spirit, his skin was dry and withered, as if he was carved stones destroyed by wind and sand, and even the ups and downs of his chest were almost invisible.

Lancelot's eyes sterned, he pulled out his sword and roared: "It's a vampire! All the staff obey orders, rescue friends from the East, and return to my lord!"

"Go back to my lord!" Amid the vast shouts, the knights rushed up, stepped on the corpses all over the ground, and rushed towards the altar like a wind storm.

However, just as the knights were about to attack the altar, something astonishing happened.

In the intoxicating smile, Sethia leaned down gently and bit her tongue. Blood flowed out of the wound, soaked in beautiful blood-red lips, and slowly kissed Luo You. Her eyes were half closed, and there was a tender light shining inside, like treating her eternal lover...

This hot and lingering is so beautiful, as if it has become the only one in this world. In the affectionate kiss, crystal clear and scarlet blood is connected to the lips of the two people. The flashing light is so charming under the light of fire, with a faint sin, as if it is a poison that attracts people to sink into death...

Under the unbelievable gaze of the knights, with Sethia's deep kiss, Luo Yu's dry and withered skin seemed to be reborn, and began to regain his life and vitality, becoming as white and delicate as before, and his breathing became stable as ever, like a sleeping child.

"This time, let me live for you." As Sethia's smile whispered, the quietly trembling flame dripped on the two people who were kissing, delicately splashing orange light, blooming the most beautiful moment in the air, condensed into an unforgettable eternity...

However, the beautiful atmosphere was always short. Just when the knights were at a loss, an extremely tall black shadow suddenly jumped out of the formation and attacked Scia with thunder.

Sethia's red lips left Luo You, and his right hand holding the giant sword of the Blood Prison was raised coldly, blocking the blow with the violent collision sound, sparks splashing.

I saw a giant bear-like body standing beside the two of them. His face was wearing a pale mask without any patterns or carvings. Two pairs of eyes that seemed to belong to humans emitted a gloomy cold light behind the mask, and the smell of blood was released without reservation.

Lancelot shouted in a hurry: "Father Frederick!"

Father Frederick looked at Sthea coldly, holding a Bible in his left hand and a chain of crosses with his right hand, tying the Holy Cross on his fist as a weapon, and fighting against the Blood Hell.

A strange black smoke broke out from the Blood Prison, and the cross was filled with sacred light. The two were fighting like eternal enemies, and a strange roar could be heard vaguely.

"Beautiful, my old enemy." When looking at the priest, Sethia's gentle look disappeared, replaced by a kind of coldness full of pride. Her blood pupils were also slightly narrowed in the coldness and said with a strange smile, "I really want to destroy me, right? Come! The believers of the Lord, attack us! Heresy is right before you!"

"Roar!!" In a roar that was not like a human, Father Frederick's eyes suddenly turned red, as if blood was about to drip. His muscles suddenly swelled, shattering the tight uniform, like a dragon, and the roaring blue veins were squirming like earthworms. A twisted voice came, "Your body will be imprisoned on the cross for thousands of years..."
Chapter completed!