[Comprehensive] The Journey of the Protagonist

The man who was hung on the execution rack looked up at him feebly. His clothes were ragged and torn, showing the marks of being whipped with a specially treated whip, and his hands were raw with thick wooden nails soaked in holy water. On the shelf, even if it turned into a bat, the nail was embedded in the wing bone of his bat wing. Apart from making him more desperate, it could not leave him any hope of escape.

"Is this the highest level... blood race that you can figure out?" The young King Solomon had extremely black hair and a tall and straight figure. He was wearing luxurious royal costumes. The chain was tied to his chest, he opened his eyes slightly, put down the slender sword in his hand that was under the mortal's jaw, put it back into its sheath, and looked sharply at the warden who was accompanying him: "Well, I Remember they all call themselves Blood Race, don’t they?”

His subject was a bearded man in leather armor. He bowed his head under the gaze of King Solomon and replied respectfully: "They have an uncontrollable desire for human blood. They are a group of people controlled by desire." beast...but this is already the highest level of vampire we can find."

"Among their race, the thinner the blood, the more they can't bear the low and ugly desire to drink." He continued: "It's like there is always a hunger for blood."

He raised his head slightly, glanced at the bound vampire, and explained: "He is the source of vampires in those villages, and he is also a... governor under the kingdom."

He didn't dare to look at King Solomon's face.

"It seems that there is something wrong with my eyesight." Solomon laughed at himself.

"No!" His servant hurriedly knelt down, sweating in cold sweat, and said: "It is he who has failed your trust. For this reason, it will be a light sentence to skin him and cramp him, deboning him and washing his marrow... You will always be Yes, no one can doubt that!"

"Is that so?" Solomon asked back, "If that's the case, back away."

Just as the servant backed away and bent over to leave, he heard another sentence from Solomon: "...before you back away, let him go."

The courtier suddenly raised his head and looked at him in surprise. Even the vampire, who was tortured to the brink of death, raised his eyelids again and looked at him blankly.

"You...you let me go?" He finally opened his mouth, his voice was hoarse and low, as if he hadn't drank water for a long time, and he was like a dying person who hadn't swallowed his last breath.

Solomon nodded.

"What do you want from me?" the vampire asked hesitantly.

"Bring my greetings to your commander." Solomon spoke out calmly and leisurely.

"Ha, ha, the great King Solomon, the supreme ruler of the kingdom, God... the most loyal... the pious..." He asked, panting intermittently, "Give us... the blood... who belongs to hell... The ancestor brought him a greeting?"

Solomon lowered his eyes, without moving his eyebrows.

His courtiers were as silent as the death of the king he was loyal to.

"Okay, I see." The vampire gestured, and someone came to untie him. His scarlet eyes flicked on Solomon's seemingly defenseless body. After hesitating for a moment, he still quickly fled away.

Solomon turned around and looked towards the east of the prison, as if he could see through the thick wall into the distance, on Mount Moriah in Jerusalem, the "First Temple" that fell not long ago.

"What do you think he wants?" In hell, Asmodeus asked Cain: "A longer lifespan, greater power, and a wider territory?"

"Probably not." Cain shook his head with a sarcasm: "The proud king probably doesn't like the life that needs to be sustained by sucking other people's blood."

Although he spoke so lightly, Cain turned the wine glass in his hand, allowing the smell of pure blood to radiate more intensely. His pale and stern face was full of gloom. He was wearing a long night-colored robe, The black collar in front of his neck was open, revealing the same pale collarbone. He lightly sipped the liquid in the cup. The smile on his face was both cold and lazy. He sat lazily, his deep red eyes, like this dark Like hell, tainted with bewitching sexiness.

Time flew by lightly, but it left behind enough magic power to change a person's face.

Especially Cain, who was "taken a lot of care".

"Although I thought I would be discovered by others, I never thought I would be discovered by a king." Cain said casually, "I have restrained my descendants and let them keep blood slaves in captivity...but there will always be Some people are foolishly obedient and contradictory!"

But none of the people present paid attention to his anger, Leviathan turned over and said: "I guess there may be some, but most of them should be curiosity about a new world, curiosity about heaven and hell... only Knowing what we all have, he can be sure of what he can get, and at the least cost."

"He is still just a young king, and he is not in a hurry." Astimons said: "The most important thing is that his wisdom is enough to give him the confidence."

"Besides, this is just a temptation." Cain sneered, "He just accidentally let a middle blood descendant of the blood race escape. He can even say that this is just a trap. trap... and his loyalty to God, no one dares to question."

"It's a pity that he doesn't know...you can't leave hell now." Astimons shook his head and sighed: "The angel Uriel who guards outside the gate of hell may turn a blind eye to ants, but when The stronger you are, the less likely he will allow you to pass, to be honest, the descendants you left in the world are able to contact you through racial characteristics, which is really surprising to me!"

"Then, in order to better drag the king who is 'pious' to God into hell," Astimons raised the corners of his lips: "Sort up all the knowledge about 'summoning' and give it to our Solomon Send it to the king!"

"This is the way we finally came up with to bypass that angel of hell." Leviathan curled his lips: "He can prevent us from going to the human world, but he can't prevent human beings from their own desires."

Regardless of the whispers of these people, turn your eyes back from hell to the world... The orders of the demons are very faithfully executed, and no blood can disobey the orders issued by the blood. Enoch, the eldest son of Cain, went in person, He sent King Solomon the knowledge from hell. He came in the form of a bat in the middle of the night, and left in a hurry after completing his mission.

There is the first temple in Jerusalem that guards the "Ark of the Covenant". If possible, no dark creature is willing to enter.

Solomon soon realizes that this is an incomparable bait thrown at him by hell. He can choose to reject it, but from now on, hell will never accept him, and if he accepts it, the world will treat him Hell has opened a narrow door. Even after tens of millions of years, human beings will not be able to completely escape from the claws of the devil...

He hesitated for a long period of time, and finally, he decided to implement the summoning circle that he had long been familiar with in the secret room of his palace on a normal night.

The countless magical lines drawn on the four walls of the secret room have already ensured that everything that happens in this secret room will not disturb the not-too-distant temple... No one would think that King Solomon would summon demons .

"Has he finally started?" Leviathan rolled, stood up, and put his hands on his hips: "Waiting is really boring and boring!"

"What do you want to do when you go to the human world?" Leviathan began to walk back and forth excitedly: "I heard that there are many countries in the human world, the land is also huge, and the scenery is not as gloomy and dark as our hell. The majestic sea, the sun and the moon set and set together... Maybe I can sneak into heaven and have a look..."

Solomon was chanting complicated incantations, and the magic circle began to emit bright red light.

The smile on Leviathan's face gradually faded, and she turned her head suddenly: "Who is he summoning?!"

Asmodeus shook his head innocently, and Cain spread his hands.

Leviathan listened for a while, and after a while, the expression on her face changed from red, white, green and green like a palette.

"Hehe," she laughed ferociously: "...you, who recorded Beria's name?"

Asmodeus shook his head innocently again, while Cain took a cautious step back.

"How do you describe him?" Leviathan took a step closer and asked again.

"... have no interest in the human world?" Cain hesitated and asked uncertainly, "There are very few things that are of interest... love to sleep?"

Cain actually didn't know much about Belia. After he was taken off the door last time, Su Xuan didn't pay much attention to the future blood ancestor, and neither did Leviathan and Asmodeus. Warn his mind.

"How does that describe me?" she asked again.

"Generous, merciful, just, great Chaos Serpent," Asmodeus said next to him, "You wrote this yourself!"

"What about yours?" Leviathan looked at him suspiciously.

"Sharp and intelligent, open-minded and unrestrained," Asmodeus raised his head.

"There are 58 demon titles recorded on it," Leviathan said with a cold face, "even if he stupidly didn't choose the top demons we specially marked, and was torn to pieces by other irascible guys ...That's better than bothering that guy!"

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Well, let’s continue tomorrow, ah, and, happy Children’s Day everyone~