His skin quickly turned red, like a boiled lobster, and strange silver streaks gradually appeared on the surface like scars.

Those silver streaks continued to spread out like the pure light of a sword, and melted into the hot water.

In just a dozen seconds, the white mist of the steam disappeared, and a thin and transparent layer of floating ice even condensed on the surface of the hot water!

It wasn't until the silver streaks were all gone that Leonard turned over and sat up, gasping for breath.

He tilted his head slightly, as if listening to something, then lowered his voice and said, "Old man, do you know the origin of '1-42'?"

A slightly old voice immediately sounded in his mind: "You are becoming more and more impolite.

"I don't know the origin of that strange armor."

Before Leonard could ask again, he snorted, "But I probably recognized the owner of that piece of blood."

"Who is it?" Leonard asked curiously.

The slightly old voice said in a low voice: "An ancient god before the cataclysm."

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Bridge South District, Rose Street, Harvest Church.

As soon as Klein stepped into the quiet prayer hall, he saw Father Utravsky and the vampire Emlyn White sitting on chairs, one tall and one short, one in front of the other. placed in front of the nose.

This is the exclusive prayer posture belonging to the Mother Earth Church.

At this moment, Emlyn White's expression was gentle and peaceful, completely unable to see the previous arrogance and annoyance.

Klein moved the corner of his mouth slightly, and silently drew a triangular holy emblem on his chest.

He found a place at random and sat down. After the prayer was over, he walked to Emlyn White's side and said with a smile, "You are very devout today."

"What?" Emlyn woke up suddenly, and said to himself with a pale face, "What did I do, what did I do..."

His voice lowered, as if he had recalled what he had just done.

"Maybe it's not a bad thing." Klein comforted the other party with unconvincing words, and immediately sat next to the vampire.

"I don't want to hear others say that, although I myself feel less and less resistance..." Emlyn said with a dark face and a slightly mournful voice, "But, I don't want to betray the moon! "

Klein didn't continue the topic that made the vampire sad,

He asked casually: "Do your blood race worship the original moon, or a certain god that represents the moon? Or can the two be equated?"

"Both." Emlyn raised his chin slightly, "For the orthodox blood race, of course it is the god who believes in the moon. His name is Lilith, and he is the ancestor of our blood race, an ancient god. The mature blood clans are more inclined to worship the primordial moon, under normal circumstances, the two can be equated, but sometimes they do not overlap, and there are differences."

"Blood race that humans turned into?" Klein was not surprised that Emlyn White could name Lilith, an ancient god of the Second Era, but was more concerned about the so-called blood race that humans turned into.

Is this the "vampire" sequence Mr. Ards mentioned? he thought silently.

Emlyn said with a slightly complicated expression: "Yes, there are two types. One is transformed by the first embrace given by a powerful blood race, and the other is transformed by taking the corresponding potion. The latter is our most hated enemy."

"Why?" Klein vaguely guessed the answer.

Emlyn gritted his teeth and replied, "The main ingredient of their potion is our blood essence."

Sure enough... Klein couldn't help turning his head and looked Emlyn up and down a few times. JrNovels.com