Angel on earth

"At that time, the experiment was half successful. The subjects always had wounds on their bodies, but they healed quickly. At the end of each month, they had to clean the dark cell and clean the ground. Their clothes were torn apart by whips, and once they fell On the ground, the skin sticks, and if no one else is around, the jailers go over and tear them off the ground, and then their skin starts to grow, and the old tissue becomes new work. As for Mr. Aaron - the one we just stepped on There was probably his blood and flesh on every inch of the ground, and in fact they were probably still alive.

"It has to be said that the will of a human being can be rock-solid at certain times, even more so than a saint. He is no longer a human being, but he is not a vampire either... Have you ever seen a patient with a tumor? His Internal organs and bones proliferate like tumors every moment, and then rapidly decay and die, he is always on the border between life and death."

"Anna, Anna... what does this have to do with the Philosopher's Stone?" Mikhail wanted to withdraw his hands and cry, or reach out to the green eyes of the walking dead, but Anna's hands were rock-solid.

"What did you see?" The word "you" she used made him even more frightened, "Retrospect is based on language, but language cannot express omniscience, and omniscience is not omnipotent, and what we see may be different.

"Is he really human? If there is no 'omniscient' authority, I will also support Isabella's lies, and I will think that their family was originally a vampire. He is wearing a church uniform from World War II, and his hands are still a little unsteady. For his original finger was broken; Priest of Sweet's stitches were poor, but his body received new limbs. Isabella found him poisoned in the cup, and asked him three times how the tea was, He agreed, so Isabella took a drink from the teacup, then pressed his left hand on the table, chopped off his thumb with a knife, picked up the ring and left."

Mikhail stared straight through Anna, and saw those green eyes staring at him all the time, neither pleading nor angry, just looking at the void in his direction, like looking into a mirror.

"Do you know about rat punishment?" Anna raised her hand and touched his head, pressing him tighter. A door on the left side of the corridor slammed open, "In ancient times, the nobles of Noren and Aerys used this punishment. Execution of the criminal. Because he was found to have poisoned the saint, he was tied to a cross in Room [-]. The alchemist filled an iron barrel with half a mouse that had starved for two days, nailed the iron barrel to his chest, and set it on fire Burning the bottom of the barrel. The rats have nowhere to go, they'll tear open his clothes, eat his flesh, and crawl out of the holes between his ribs. But he's been staring fiercely at everyone, and they turn their heads away , someone scalded his left eye, but it soon grew back and was brighter than it was before it broke."

It wasn't anyone that Aaron was staring at so viciously, but Mikhail who was leaning on Anna blankly.Oil lamps and candles flickered in the dark, reflecting on his scalded and blistered face.

"...he broke the gallows, broke the rope, slit the throat of the priest of Sweet! Then another! Everyone started screaming and running, and he rushed into the lounge and killed many people. People tried to escape, But the key to the iron gate is in the hands of the saints, who are also prisoners... Aaron Edwards killed everyone, he drank blood and spit it out, blood was everywhere. Two days later, Rollins opened the iron gate and led people Come to change shifts, stop by to check. Every door is open, the ground is full of dead bodies, Mr. Edwards is standing in the doorway of the lounge, the sun rises from behind him, and shines on Rollins' face just right through the hole in his chest. He's dying, but he's alive!"

The sun rose from the vampire's heart and shone warmly on Mikhail.The young man closed his eyes, as if he was asleep.A blister burst open, and pus and blood flowed from the corner of the eye, as if shed tears of compassion for the Holy Son in front of him.

Mikhail hugged Anna's waist tightly, breathing with difficulty trembling.Anna felt that his bones were about to be crushed by him, but luckily they never wore corsets, her flesh still had room to compress, and Mikhail did not lose his mind.

He asked, "Why wasn't I born then? Didn't you already kill your parents?"

"They are protecting you, Misha." Anna opened her eyes and said softly. If Mikhail looked at her, he would find an indescribable envy on her face, "I'm sorry, Misha. Yes I found yours. I smashed the statue of Kostroma and took you out. I lied, I used to be nice to you because of guilt, I just... thought you were going to die when you were young and deserved to live Be happy. I love Father God too..."

"Thank you, thank you, Anna. I'm sorry!" Mikhail rubbed his hairy head against her chin, "At least..."

"I hope you stick to it." Anna cupped his face, stared into those blue-purple eyes without pupils, and said sharply, "I'm going to tell you everything and make you suffer for him, I'm sorry, but if you, You would love him for that, wouldn't you? Also know that if you lose to the will of God the Father, there will be no one in the world to save Aaron Edwards and he will be in all the pain you will see and die in remorse!"

Mikhail kept nodding, but he didn't dare to look at her, his teeth chattered together. He saw bishops force evil spirits to possess living people in countless overlapping histories, and only Aaron ate them all. up.

"I'm going to continue." Anna said cruelly.

Mikhail shook his head and touched her forehead lightly.

"The fifth element, the Philosopher's Stone." There was a golden light in Anna's pupils, "Only the Philosopher's Stone can replace a person's heart and help him live. Rollins stuffed the Philosopher's Stone into his chest cavity , and then, he became the world's first full-fledged vampire, the ancestor of all vampires today. But, that wasn't enough for him—to regain his sanity.

"You have fought in war, and you have seen red-eyed soldiers. It is difficult for them to integrate into normal life after returning to their hometown. They are irritable and irritable. They feel that everyone is suspicious. They will beat and scold their relatives at the slightest movement, and they will kneel at the feet of their wives to ask for help. Forgive me. Mr. Edwards is the same. But he wakes up, the priests have changed a batch, and the equipment and medicine have also changed... He is not noisy, gentle like a lamb of the Father God, or a really willing A saint martyred for the truth. Because he is not seeking revenge, there are people waiting for him to save. She should call..."

"Kristen." Mikhail reminded softly.He already knew what happened next.

"Yes, Christine. Christine is his favorite sister, his hope of living. She has been living in the lounge, a lovely little girl with long golden hair and green eyes, Chained to the little bed on the left, anyone can bully her, she was only seven years old when she came...the men raped her, beat her, and then called a doctor Edwards from the black cell to treat her Aaron Edwards kills everyone and remembers tearing off her chains, filling the fireplace with firewood, giving her food and hot soup, being careful not to let the pus drip from her face. She was terrified, but actually It's not that she's afraid of him, she recognizes her brother...so he walked out, but he didn't have the strength, so he stopped at the door."

Mikhail thought of that night in the Ognesska Forest.He tested Aaron many times that night, because every time Aaron looked at Rollins when he was not paying attention, he had an unconcealable vicious expression. him.

He asked, "Why—in Potosi, Rollins didn't recognize him?"

Anna waved her hand, and they entered Room No. [-]. "Rollins" walked in with cold steps, stood behind a priest, and looked at the things tied to the iron bed.

"Rollins doesn't come in many times in person, and he's very busy. Only the real 'results' can move him. When you first meet Mr. Edwards, it's been more than 200 years since he was completely transformed. He should Familiar with the power, and have been healing yourself, right? But it was different at that time. Rollins only knew him as 'NO.40', the same year as our ancestors crossed the wilderness and came to settle in Sun City.'NO .40' is very strong, whether he is burned by the holy remains or drained of blood, even to the point of growing corpse spots, he can persist. But because of this, Rollins has never seen an Asian with a human face. Mr. Lun."

There was a dull thunder outside the window, and the purple lightning seemed to be a blood vessel about to burst, struggling and beating behind the clouds.Mikhail was trembling all over, his fists and teeth were chattering, more like fear than anger.Aaron just lay there, this time he didn't look at him, and he rarely even opened his mouth. Sometimes the alchemists surrounding him would move him curiously, and they would breathe a sigh of relief when they heard his call, but Mikhail could not hear.

He knew that Aaron was coming out from behind the narrow gate, without stopping, becoming the "Arnold Edwards" of nights in the Ognessika Forest where Mikhail had grown up.

Anna said ruthlessly:

"Shh, keep your voice down, it's not over yet, Misha. We'll be found out."

Mikhail looked at Aaron and said softly, "I'm going to kill Rollins."

There was a little more smile and anger in Anna's voice: "Great, I agree! But it's not enough, Misha. You listen carefully, and you can do whatever you want later. Don't confess me, I still have to do mine Saints, serving God the Father who loves me the most.”

"I'm going to kill Rollins. I'm going to kill him. I'm going to send him to hell..."

Blood dripped between his fingers, burning holes in the snow and floor.

Anna ignored him:

"It's almost over. Almost after Christine's death. Looks like you know something, so I'll make a long story short—someone's coming.

"Christine survived, and the new priests put her in new clothes, brought her to Mr. Edwards and gave her candy, and he would cooperate with them. In fact, with that massacre, the church can basically prove that They are vampires, but after all, they used the Philosopher’s Stone. The priests felt that there was a lot to do, and even wanted to turn the Quds Army into the same thing. Obedient, powerful, painless and deathless. On the other hand, Azali Ya and Rollins also got involved. The initiator of this research is Rollins, who wants to extract the 'panacea', which is the Philosopher's Stone in the field of alchemy; and Azaria wants to make Bihui A mortal crescent is a sturdier, wiser beast."

"...animals?" cried Mikhail in disbelief. "He's not—they're not—people can't be—!"