510: 176.
Cheer, the era of the twelve strong blood vultures has arrived _2 510: 176.
Cheer, the era of the twelve strong blood vultures has arrived _2 “Hmm?
Daywalker?”
Count Andrei was a melancholic poet.
He found these folklore quite interesting, so he asked:
“Do you mean a vampire who can move freely in the sunlight?
That doesn’t sound likely, our Sin’s Blood determines that we can never be accepted by the sunlight.”
“Yes!
I know, but the sunlight accepts humans…
It’s not just a privilege, my brethren.”
Murphy sipped from his teacup and glanced at Count Bai of White Mountain.
He drawled,
“What if you possess a vampire’s shell, but within it lies a human soul?
The sun will scorch your shell, but it will also soothe your soul.
I too initially regarded the Daywalker legend as a ridiculous story, you can see it too.
Now, although I still can’t step into the sunlight, I can enjoy a night’s embrace and still move freely during the day without feeling exhausted.
Even, when I am active during the day, my soul cheers and jumps for joy.
They all say that I am a vampire.”
But I know, I am not just a vampire, I am a unique individual between the two races, like an artistic twilight that wanders between sunlight and darkness…
I always feel lonely, luckily, today it seems I met a ‘kindred spirit’.”
Count Bai of White Mountain was startled.
He looked into Murphy’s eyes, shining with a bloody light within the darkness, and after hesitating for a few seconds, he tentatively asked,
“So, the key lies in the soul?”
“No, it lies in the will!
The soul is intangible, but the mind actually exists and controls the body.
Therefore, the key is to always keep your consciousness, which belongs to you alone!
Even though we both know that we will eventually become the same dark, toxic things as other vampires under the midnight call, at least in this process of sliding down, we must remember that we are always human, not born monsters…”
Murphy confidently asserted,
“Of course, there are other keys, such as suppressing the thirst for fresh blood.
See, I never drink unnecessary blood.
I only reveal the fierce true nature of our blood race when facing enemies.
I know that the feeling of sucking blood is as wonderful as being in heaven for us, but things that are too beautiful and addictive are often harmful to health.
You can try it, Lord Count.
If the human part within you stubbornly refuses to die, why do you have to kill it with your own hands?
I think, becoming a monster may never be in any little boy’s dreams.
It’s hard to find a balance between humans and vampires, but if you can do it, perhaps you too could become a ‘Daywalker’ like me.
I do not reveal this to everyone, I just think…
Frankly speaking, I think you still have hope, while your elder, Lady Shani, and my elder, Lady Cui Si, clearly don’t.
They’re satisfied with becoming shy roses in the midnight but they have forgotten their human beauty.”
With that, Murphy respectfully rose, elegantly nodded a farewell to Count Andrei, then turned and slowly disappeared into the corridor’s shadows.
Count Andrei bit his lip.
He felt that Murphy was beguiling him!
He could feel that the vampire lord, who was apparently of the same age as him but much more cunning, was trying to interfere with his judgment by using some unheard-of heretical talks!
It might be because he is about to stay in Transylvania to observe Murphy as the eye of the Thorn Clan.
But he has to admit, Count Cardman’s nonsense seemed to make some sense.
“The human part within me stubbornly refuses to die.
It doesn’t want to see me forever sliding down into the abyss of the night.
It wants to save me…
Yes!
This isn’t something inherent to human nature during the transformation phase, they say!
I just…
I just want to save myself!
That’s all.”
Andrei felt an explosion of inspiration, immediately took out a piece of paper and pen, and began writing a poem.
He decided to try Murphy’s method.
What if, it really works?
—
That night, Meow Meow Shark of the Six Great Nobles finally completed the Black Iron Trial in the fires of the sewer.
The number of players who chose to become vampires under Murphy had finally reached twelve people.
So Count Cardman immediately summoned his warriors.
He decided to personally grant the first batch of new blood vultures a unique initiation and spiritual weaving ceremony.
Of course, for the ritual’s sake, Murphy mobilized all the vampires under his command, and even invited a bunch of spectators to the Descendant Hall.
The vampires, who had a good day’s sleep, were full of energy in the night.
Even if Murphy didn’t invite them, Lady Shani, along with her servants still appeared here as spectators.
“It’s not according to the rules, Lady Cui Si.”
Lady Shani watched the energetic young players preparing to lose their humanity in the Descendant Hall.
Maintaining her decorous demeanor, she used a mimicking technique to speak to the solemn-looking Cui Si at her side:
“These little ones are spirits from another world.
I’ve never heard of any clan that would grant them the Sin’s Blood.”
“You noticed?”
Cui Si glanced at Shani offhandedly.
The Grand Duchess of the Thorn Clan gently laughed behind her hand, saying: