Angel on earth

"Then why don't you give me a pair of glasses! I can't see clearly anyway." Arnold stood up neatly on his horse's back, squatted down just like that, and curled up in front of Mikhail, slightly hoarse A muffled voice came from under the cloak, "Come on everyone! Call me when it's over."

Mikhail didn't know what to say, holding a sword in his left hand and a gun in his right hand, he shot down several spears with one sideways movement.Emile can't run too fast, Beto and Ethan's horses can hardly keep up.However, they are not only noble knights selected by Lieyang City, but also experienced demon hunters.At this moment, in the gallop of the three war horses, the three of them made a judgment at the same time:

"vampire!"

Even Ethan became annoyed with Beto: "Damn! The Siegfried Federation is so fucking evil, how can the vampires here bask in the sun?!"

"To be precise," Arnold reminded, "There are only two of them, with some low-level evil spirits, and I don't know why they want to kill me."

Mikhail frowned and looked around vigilantly: "They are your family."

Arnold shut his mouth.Ethan asked curiously, "Can you see this?"

Mikhail nodded and said, "Don't relax your guard. We won't rest from now on, so as not to introduce them into civilian areas."

"'Lionheart' is about to fail, and 'Crow' is not much better." Ethan Hill patted the horse under his crotch, "Just to be on the safe side, Your Highness, you should take him back to Lieyang City to return to life."

Beto blocked a few arrows possessed by evil spirits while sneaking a glance at Mikhail.Fortunately, their high priest's mind is still clear:

"After this year's battle, you should have a better understanding of the habits of vampires. If they can't catch up with me, they will definitely turn around and kill you to vent their anger."

Ethan hesitated for a moment, but didn't try to persuade him any more.Arnold poked his head out, and was about to say a few sarcastic remarks, when he suddenly stood up on his horse, and caught a spear stabbed at Mikhail's vest over Mikhail's shoulder.

However, he failed to catch it.Before he realized the danger, his hands were scorched black and shrank in an instant, and he only had time to exert a lateral force, and then the spear pierced straight into Mikhail's right shoulder holding the lance, as if Arnold hugged Mikhail Al made it impossible for him to escape, and a shot nearly dislodged the teenager's arm.

"What are you doing!" Ethan swung his spear at him before he could speak.He and Beto were left and right, and the one who really couldn't dodge this time was the weak Arnold, whose head injury was still not healed.Mikhail blocked the next wave of attacks with a backhand, pulled out the spear and threw it on the ground, and looked down to see Arnold biting his cloak, his eyes completely turned blood red.

A group of people escaped from the forest covered by magic arrows after a quarter of an hour.Arnold didn't say a word, the wound on his body stopped bleeding, he bit Mikhail's cloak tightly, but his eyes were fixed on the wound on his right shoulder.After another half an hour, they left the woods and came to the unsheltered grassland. Mikhail immediately turned around and slashed out with a sword, splitting an abyss-like ravine on the ground. port, seek the assistance of the church garrison.

Ethan takes an arrow in Lionheart, luckily only a bruise.Beto's "crow" didn't suffer any external injuries, but was panting from exhaustion, and it fell to the ground before the knight's feet touched the ground.Among the four and three horses, the only one who was seriously injured was Mikhail.

Despite his annoyance, before putting on his armor, he took a deep breath, picked up Arnold, and forced him to meet his gaze:

"Drink blood, then, please give me an explanation."

Arnold clenched his cloak tightly, his teeth cracked and his saliva wet a large piece of white cloth.After Mikhail repeated it, he barely opened his mouth, and rushed towards the wound.

The expected pain did not come.The vampire pressed his cold lips to the penetrating wound, restrained his fangs, but impatiently stuck his tongue in to lick the surging blood.Mikhail didn't cry out for pain when he was injured, but now he couldn't help raising his head and moaning, then quickly covered his mouth, and gestured "don't move" to the nervous Ethan and Beto.

The wound on his shoulder was cold and numb. After Arnold drank enough blood, he didn't feel dizzy from excessive blood loss. On the contrary, he could lift his right arm, with only a slight pain remaining, and the superficial wound healed.

Arnold's eyes turned back to distinct jade white and emerald green, his pupils were dilated, and there was still a large amount of blood stained on Mikhail's clothes around his mouth.Then the vampire wobbled and fell off his horse.

Mikhail took several deep breaths before turning over and dismounting. He only felt that there was a flame burning in every corner of his body, which was more intense than when he was standing in the temple to receive the oracle.It was definitely not anger, but some kind of experience he had never been in contact with, which made him flustered for no reason.He clearly realized that just now, whether it was a moment or a continuous hallucination, he wanted to kiss Arnold.

"...It's not me." After Arnold finished speaking, he was in a daze for another two seconds, and lowered his head to show a look of disgust towards his scorched hands.Under the nourishment of the blood of the saints, they slowly shed their scorched shells, and the flesh and blood attached to the white bones were reborn.For a moment, he twitched all over, showing a rather painful expression, but he quickly calmed down.

The vampire raised his head, looking seriously and calmly at those blue-purple eyes:

"Besides the two vampires, there's at least one archbishop.—even a saint."

Mikhail didn't even think about it: "Impossible!"

"Vampires are coming to kill you, and saints are coming to kill me. Isn't that very reasonable? Although in fact, it seems to be the other way around." Arnold sneered, ignored the shouting knights, and patted the grass, "Sit for a while , Your Highness. If this is the case, we will all be safe until we embark."

After Ethan experienced the attack just now, his impression of him changed drastically: "Whoever is with you is us!"

Arnold shrugged, still looking at Mikhail: "You know that shot came from a saint, and you can even find the remnants of Mithra's divine power in my hand. Only you can't escape, Mikhail."

Mikhail moved his lips, stopped putting on the armor, and threw down the pile of mithril irritably, sat down on the grass, and scratched his short light-blond hair.

The two accompanying knights looked at each other in astonishment.

This means that what Arnold Edwards said was true.Just now, a saint almost killed Mikhail Kupala.

Arnold added: "Don't pretend, at least the Templars should know the name of the real ancestor of vampires. Cain is Mithra's favorite stupid son, not the same as us poor people."

Ethan said, "Arnold Edwards."

Beto was really surprised: "You are the ancestor of vampires?! What conspiracy do you have in Chalek?!"

"This is what I want to ask you, okay?" Arnold said angrily, "Think about it, have I done any bad things? Instead, I have been cleaning up the house for you. Please, I have a good life , it’s you—your chief priest insists on pestering me, okay?”

Mikhail turned pale with anger: "I—why do you say that about me?! Then I don't forgive you either. Just for the fact that Tristan Hardy and Ashley Dubois were created, I also -"

"Don't you study history? Aha, history is written by the victors. I can forgive you, Your Highness Kupala, but do you know that the church first wanted to kill Tristan and Ashley for no reason? Strike Revenge is a matter of course!"

"They killed no less than 2 people in the Siegfried Federation alone!"

"The church killed more than that, and you killed more than [-]." Arnold giggled, and his green eyes became calm, clear, and radiant under the sun, "Besides, I don't mind them. Vasily likes little boys, do you too? You're a little boy yourself, Mikhail."

Mikhail blushed and was speechless.Beto came over and kicked, but he deftly avoided it.

"...I'm sorry, Mikhail." Unexpectedly, the vampire apologized after avoiding the attack, and raised his hand to show them the scar on the palm that had not completely faded, "I just don't like the way you speak. Alright, We still have to go on the road together, no matter what, vampires can’t hurt me, and Templars are useless, only saints can do it. As for you, judging from the fighting situation of the Federation, it’s a bit difficult to deal with Tristan..."

Mikhail interrupted him rudely: "The saint who attacked us just now will not come again. Private execution is against the rules. I can identify him the second time he comes."

Arnold said: "Not just this one. Maybe two, maybe three. I bet, there will be at least two more during the voyage. As for the reason? Can't take Tristan Hardy, someone has to pay for the tragedy of the Federation. "

"Jasmine and Gabriel will not be traitors." Mikhail knew that he was referring to "Sea King" Jasmine and "Song of Spring" Gabriel. These two have the strongest water combat capabilities among the Twelve Saints. , "At least Jasmine won't. The church originally arranged for her to escort the fleet."

"Isn't this just doubting Gabriel?" Arnold laughed twice after hearing this, "Oh my God, you should also learn to doubt others. First of all, you should question whether I am telling the truth. Sooner or later will die at the hands of other saints."

"They're not like that!" Mikhail said angrily, "Don't change the subject!"

"It's still plausible." The vampire started talking to himself again, "However, hundreds of years ago, one of them was called Zacharias, and the other was Yana."

"I know. 'Sea King' Zechariah, 'Rite of Spring' Yana, and several saints died or disappeared in the third Holy War two hundred years ago."

"Jihad?" Arnold curled his lips in disgust, "The one in front of you is the only vampire in the Edwards family. How can we qualify for a holy war... However, this word is not wrong."