The Original Vampire

Boom!

The grand bell suddenly rang in her ears, and the stone statue in front of her became agile. In a trance, Vera only felt as if she had seen the incarnation of the Supreme Lord at this moment.

The white-gold holy light filled the entire prayer hall at some point, dispelling all the darkness, and even the sunlight that penetrated through the glazed dome became eclipsed.

Vera's pupils also gradually turned dark gold, and then the golden streamer turned into wisps of smoke like a phantom, enveloping Vera's exquisite body.

In Vera's consciousness, she found that she seemed to be in an independent space. She couldn't hear the sound of outsiders, couldn't feel the existence of outsiders, and even time seemed to stand still, and only the sun-like star remained in her eyes. The image of the dazzling lord of brilliance.

The huge and vast holy light can make Vera feel as small as an ant.

Is this really the coming of the Supreme Lord?

"Vera Saint Hilde."

A grand and ethereal voice rang in Vera's ear, making her soul tremble.

"My lord!"

Vera immediately fell to her knees and responded respectfully.

"The devil's believers are lurking around you, bewitching your people, and destroying your territory, but you don't know anything about it."

The expression on Vera's face froze for a while, but then a struggle appeared again, and after a while, she said:

"My lord, please clarify, who is the devil's believer?"

The voice was silent for a moment, as if she did not expect Vera to dare to ask such a rhetorical question.

But then, the grand voice sounded again and said a name:

"Colin Angele!"

Vera raised her head suddenly, the image of the Lord of Glory in front of her was exuding a dazzling holy light like the sun, and she couldn't help but burst into tears, but she still insisted:

"O Lord of Justice and Wisdom! How can you think of a pious knight as a follower of the devil?"

In the prayer hall, Turnance looked at Vera who was kneeling in front of him, frowning tightly, apparently not expecting that Vera was still protecting her husband under such circumstances.

Could it be that in her heart, Ke Lin's status is still above the Lord of Glory?

Or is it that her will is so firm that even the divine arts performed by the Pope himself cannot affect her consciousness?

Turnance hesitated for a moment, and finally, with a little helplessness, he took out the sheepskin scroll that the Pope had given him before leaving, and slowly unfolded it in front of Vera.

For a time, the sky of Winter City changed color.

boom!

The dense cloud layer suddenly exploded, and a clearly visible vast holy light poured down from the sky, shrouding the central church of Winter City.

The melodious and holy chant resounded throughout the city, as if it were a voice from heaven.

Such a vision of heaven and earth immediately attracted the attention of the whole city.

"miracle!"

"Praise my lord!"

"My lord has mercy!"

...

Countless devout believers immediately fell to the ground and bowed to the pillar of holy light that fell from the sky.

But there are also a few people looking at this holy beam of light, their eyes are full of surprise.

In the prayer hall of the central church, the statue of the Lord of Radiance on the altar of holy light began to slowly melt, turning into a golden streamer, which merged into the scroll in Turnance's hand.

"Vera Saint Hilde!"

The grand voice sounded again, only this time, as if it came from the depths of Vera's soul.

The struggle on her face disappeared completely, replaced by unparalleled piety and obedience.

...

It seems that a moment has passed, and it seems that a century has passed.

The vision in the sky finally dissipated, but the believers in Winter City were still crawling on the ground, praying constantly.

Outside the prayer hall of the central church, Archbishop Adjani slowly got up and looked at the direction of the hall in surprise.

Behind her, a group of pastors excitedly discussed the "miracle" with each other, and some even burst into tears.

But of course Adjani knew,

It wasn't a miracle at all just now.

The Lord of Glory has long stopped paying attention to the human race, and has no longer absorbed the power of faith. How could it be possible to perform miracles?

A bad foreboding gradually emerged in Adjani's mind.

Just then, hurried footsteps sounded outside the church.

Not long after, I saw a waiter rushing to report to Adjani:

"Archbishop, the guards of the St. Hilde family outside surrounded the church!"

"I'll take a look." Adjani just took a few steps when she saw a team of guards have rushed in and quickly surrounded the prayer hall.

Afterwards, Adjani saw a thin figure emerging from the guards.

"Marquis Garcia, what are you doing?" Adjani asked with a solemn expression.

Although the marquis who used to dominate the north is no longer in control of the military, and even his body is not as good as before, he walks with a limp and his posture is slightly stooped, but everyone present can still feel the rushing towards the face. huge stress.

Marquis Garcia walked slowly to Adjani and said with a blank face, "I'm here to pick up Duke Saint Hilde."

Adjani smiled slightly and said, "Marquis Garcia, the Duke is talking to Cardinal Turnance in the prayer hall. Please wait patiently."

"Tournance?" Marquis Garcia sneered, as if remembering some bad memories because of this name, he snorted lightly, walked straight around Archbishop Adjani in front of him, and walked towards the prayer hall.

Adjani hesitated for a while, but did not step forward to stop her.

The emeritus bishop on the side took a few steps forward, blocking the front of Marquis Garcia, and said solemnly:

"Lord Marquis, please wait outside the hall!"

Marquis Garcia didn't seem to see the bishop of Winter City, and he kept walking and bumped directly into it.

Even if he was seriously injured in the Battle of Shadow Canyon and suffered the root cause of his illness, Marquis Garcia was not something that a priest could stop.

I saw the emeritus bishop was knocked back a few steps and fell to the ground.

When the other priests saw this, of course they did not dare to step forward. The coveted eyes of the surrounding Saint Hilde family guards had already made them look back.

But just as Marquis Garcia was about to step into the prayer hall, a figure came out.

"Uncle, why are you here?"

Vera looked at Marquis Garcia who was approaching and asked with a puzzled expression.

Marquis Garcia looked at Vera who looked as usual, the frost on her face finally dissipated, and smiled: "Let's go, let's go home."

"Well." Vera stepped forward and grabbed Marquis Garcia's arm and strode out.

When the priests saw such a scene, Qi Qi breathed a sigh of relief.

Archbishop Adjani stared at Vera's eyes and observed it carefully for a while, but did not see anything unusual.

But she knew that things would definitely not be that simple.

While thinking about it, Vera asked Marquis Garcia, "Uncle, when will Colin arrive at Winter City?"

"According to the marching speed, it is estimated that there are still two or three days."

"OK!"