Angel on earth

Fortunately, the two guards who were running up were hit by him and fell down, landing on him at the bottom of the steps.Just when he came back to his senses in a daze, these two kind-hearted people had already been nailed to death by his bone spurs.

Among the trembling roar of the building, only Battista de Perrin's hoarse and mournful roar was particularly clear.Aaron stood up, didn't bother to pat clean his clothes, straightened his glasses, and immediately opened his eyes wide, stunned.

Batista was wounded all over, dragging a long gun to kill.In fact, the ones at Aaron's feet were the last two, but Batista still rushed over, jabbing holes in the corpses frantically.As he rolled down Laura dropped her sword and went to attend to Margaret.

Aaron almost didn't recognize Margaret, but he shouldn't.Almost all the guards on the ground were contaminated with her breath, and she was wearing Sergio Martin's coat and leaning against her brother-in-law. Sophie and Laura tore off their petticoats and underwear, and wiped the blood and sweat on her legs. stains.

Aaron could never understand it, his Christine his Margaret, why do so many men enjoy it?

Batista finally saw him, and leaped towards him like a tiger, pinched him by the neck, slammed him against the wall, grabbed his shoulders and shouted: "It's all...it's all because of you!"

Aaron squinted and saw the bone go through the hands.Master Perrin didn't seem to feel it, dragged him into the dungeon, and threw him lightly at Margaret's feet.

Aaron flopped twice, Laura moved over to help him, and said calmly: "Sorry, doctor, I couldn't find you a few days ago, I went to your house to steal some Morpheus for John, and I have some left over. I just gave it to you." Madame de Perrin did."

She wasn't too curious. There were vampires in the world, and it wasn't surprising that there were so many monsters in the church.She just wants to mind her own business.

The doctor stretched out his hand, but no one stopped him, so he grabbed Margaret's bruised wrist.What he caught was the left hand on the other side, because the right hand was broken.Sergio covered her face with a handkerchief, but Aaron had identified a fractured cheekbone, a concussion, a ruptured left eyeball, a broken nose bridge, a dislocated jaw, and her right ear had been ripped off before guilt and thought. half.

He knelt on the ground and looked at her dumbly.The kerosene lamp swayed on the wall, and the dim light cast a golden layer on her black hair.

Battista bent down and pulled at his hair, yelling in a broken voice, "Say something, doctor, save her! You found her, you did it—"

Sophie raised her head and sneered when she heard the words: "You know who it is! You still want to shirk responsibility at this time, coward! You really deserve to be a good child raised by that stinky bitch!"

Batista jumped up, but blushed and couldn't speak.Aaron said softly, "Kristen..."

"What did you say?" asked Laura, standing up for some water.

Aaron lowered his eyes and pushed his glasses: "It's nothing. The mountain is about to collapse, it's best to get out quickly."

Laura brushed her curly hair behind her ears and smiled, "You've lost your strength, haven't you?"

"……Do not bother me."

"No, I mean," Laura cupped his cheeks in soft, warm hands before he realized Margaret was as stiff and cold as he was, "you transform us. All of us. No Other options, if you don’t do that, we will all be buried with you. Doctor, transform us, or kill us.”

The ground sloped.Numerous gaps were cracked in the center of the ceiling, and gravel and dust cascaded down.

Aaron raised his eyes, pupils dilated, as if frightened.

Laura knew the doctor's situation better than the two couples, although it was only a guess.She hugged the doctor reassuringly, put his head on her shoulder, and whispered in his ear: "Think of 'Christine'. You once wanted to save her too? This is not Margaret, this is Your Christine. Now you have a chance to save us, Aaron. Save us..."

"But do you really want to live?" Aaron murmured, "You have to decide for yourself...you have to decide for yourself...no matter how painful it is, you can't give the power of choice to others. You have no chance of regretting it, A decision has to be made now. I'm sorry, Chriss..."

"Damn it!" Batista grabbed Laura by the collar and threw her away, snatched Marguerite from Sergio's arms, and put her on the doctor's body.Aaron was startled, and was about to step back when a bone spur grew from his leg and nailed his ankle, exposing the girl's bare shoulders, neck, and back in front of him.Batista didn't care so much at all, a big hand grabbed the back of his head and wanted to press down: "It's better than anything else to survive! This is not a choice, at least not our choice, only survival has a choice!"

Aaron closed his eyes, his voice was trembling, and he seemed to wake up all of a sudden: "I and the vampire I transformed are hard to kill, I can't let Mikhail kill me, and I can't let him kill Margaret, but Can she really bear such a long life, she doesn't even want to bear her own life! I know, I know, what she wants is..."

"Then transform me! I'll be with her forever!" Battista cried and laughed, screaming at something, "May all the evil be on me forever and ever! But Margot Lite... Rita should live, we've only just begun... after all..."

"We are hell ourselves." Aaron held Margaret's wrist wearily, feeling the pulse under the skin getting weaker and weaker, and every beat was taking away what little life she had left, "I, Cui Stan Hardy, Ashley Dubois, you're going to end up like this sooner or later. Marguerite shouldn't be here."

Batista suddenly stopped crying, let go of the doctor's hair, stood up, and dragged out a woman who covered her mouth and dared not make a sound from the corner.

Mrs. de Perrin.It can be seen that a few hours ago she had exquisite makeup and a dignified appearance, and now she subconsciously lifted the hat decorated with feathers.

Batista said, "Mother."

There was a gleam of joy on the panicked face of the other party, and he kept nodding: "Good boy, good boy, let's go, here we want..."

Batista interrupted her: "Did you call Morris?"

"what?"

"Honestly. At least apologize to Rita."

Batista's tone was quite gentle, which was completely different from when he quarreled with her for Margaret.The old lady glanced at Margaret who was about to die, stroked her hair, and nodded slightly: "Yes, yes, I should apologize, Margaret is a good girl, but I didn't expect Morris So old... I mean, yes, I'm sorry, I shouldn't have invited Father Morris... Come on, Barty, you gotta live, she's like this, it's not worth—"

"Apologize."

"Yes, yes, apology." The old lady didn't know whether she was frightened by the house that was about to collapse or by her son who suddenly dragged herself down the dungeon and killed so many people before, and said incoherently, "Yes, I'm sorry, Margaret, it's me..."

Batista didn't continue to listen, and with both hands, she broke her neck.

The Martins and Laura were stunned.

"Now," Battista squatted down, grabbed Aaron's shoulders, and looked at him coldly, "I'm going to hell, Dr. Edwards. You know very well that the person who is running away is not Margaret or I have always been you."

"No, it's not..." Aaron swallowed.

Batista said, "We're going to die. If you don't do it, we'll die before you. Kill me, or transform us. Now, do it, next I'll kill Sergio Martin, that traitor. "

"Battista." Aaron closed his eyes and argued weakly, "Grey is here for me, but you really don't know what Stanley is for?"

"After Matthew's death, the church urgently needs to strengthen its deterrence against black ghosts. You shouldn't let Yaranburg do this." Sergio slumped on the ground exhaustedly, maintaining the posture he held Margaret just now, Regardless of the gravel falling and breaking his forehead, "Doctor Edwards, you too, you deserve it. Don't take chances, none of us can escape, you must bring me and Sophie."

Sophie didn't know the situation very well, but she followed up and said, "We still have three children. Even if we can escape now, we can't take them with us."

They looked at Aaron, and Aaron's eyes swept across their firm and cold faces in turn.

"...I only made it twice," Aaron said, "Tristan and Ashley. And now I..."

"Then let's be Tristan and Ashley." Sergio said, "We will never lose to the nobles of the old era as we work hard."

A boulder fell and nearly hit Laura.She dodged in time, looked up at the breaking beam, and turned to Aaron with an encouraging and triumphant smile.

Aaron's lips trembled and he opened his mouth, saliva dripping on Margaret's filthy cheek.

After a long time, he closed his eyes and wedged his cold fangs into her neck.

Then there was Batista, who wiped his neck carelessly, brushed his long hair, knelt at the doctor's feet, and pressed one side of the skin tenderly to make the blood vessels more visible.Then Laura, Sophie, and Sergio, who said "sorry" but didn't hear him.

He could no longer stand, see, or hear.The gods roared in every vein of his, and the heart that didn't belong to him beat like it was going to burst.

The entire slope of the holy mountain collapsed, and a large amount of sand, gravel, soil, flowers, trees and trees slid towards the bay.The dungeon collapsed, and the building on the ground was cracked by a punch in an exceptionally violent shaking, and flew out. Mikhail, who followed the sound, forced Stanley to fight far away in the next moment.

At the same time, in the square in front of the Victory Cathedral, a group of people with mixed skin colors walked silently into the ruins of the obelisk.

Black people are not allowed to leave the workplace and the Red Moon area. The crowd of vigils and prayers became agitated, and the guards rushed over, shouting and screaming; the leader, an old man in a black butler uniform, coughed seriously, and more than 40 people raised their hands at the same time. raised his right hand.

Moons of various sizes rose from the dark earth, illuminating the relief on the front of the Victory Church and the opposite city hall building across half the square.

The brilliance of the Moonstone lit up Jaranburg following the burning coast, but Mikhail did not see it.He was badly wounded and limp because he took a solid elbow from Iron Fist at the gate, right in the heart.For a while, he couldn't even breathe.

Stanley bit his collar and tore open the shirt with one hand.Under the bright moonlight, Mikhail saw that the wound caused by the chastity sacrifice was empty, without blood or flesh.

Stanley walked towards him and planted a foot on his stomach, nearly breaking his spine.The young man's face was against the moonlight, and his expression could not be seen clearly.

"That's what I paid for walking out of the narrow gate," Stanley said. "He took my human heart."

Mikhail struggled to get up and fled to the monastery.He used the intricate roads to buy recovery time, and finally heard Aaron's voice, and rushed to the tower.

But the rage with which he is now uprooting a whole small building is not for Aaron.

Just now, Stanley was so annoyed that he left him, and before he could react enough to chase after him, he slit Emile's throat open.

Mikhail pinned Stanley down on a cliff in what was once a garden, and the punch finally shattered his spine.

The teenager was dizzy, his mouth and nose were bleeding, his hands were bloody, and he roared in pain.Stanley turned over and was stepped on by him again, but resisted him with his remaining arm, and said with a sneer:

"You did something wrong from the very beginning. You can't deal with me without the consciousness of killing people. Your weakness brings disasters to others, it has always been like this. Hahahaha... Mikhail!"

The earth and rocks slid down, and Mikhail dragged his unconscious legs back. The Chastity Prayer flew from the ruins and was held in his hand, and Stanley's arm was cut off with a sword.

"...Kill me." Stanley turned his eyes slowly, and rarely showed a gentle smile like a saint, "Otherwise I will recover quickly."

Mikhail clasped his hands on the hilt of his sword, stepped on his chest, and said hoarsely, "Go to hell."

"Okay." Stanley looked at the pair of pupilless eyes above his head, and praised dreamily, "I hope Father God will never forgive. Amen."

The long sword went through his mouth, turned ninety degrees and crushed his head.Mikhail let go of his hand, staggered two steps back, and fell to the ground, watching the flames ignite and engulf Stanley's body.

He suddenly felt stupid.This clump of flames was the best proof of his brother's death, he naively thought—the heart.For this, the lives of most of the monastery and Emile were paid.

Before reuniting with Aaron, Emile was his only close companion, accompanying him from childhood, from the loneliest time.Stanley shed two tears when he killed Emile, because it was the only gift he gave Mikhail and Mikhail's favorite gift.

In the end, only the chastity prayer was inserted on the ground, shining purely like a shattered moon and cracked ice.Stanley's ashes were swept up by the icy sea wind and drifted into the distance.