My vest is full of bosses

The moon coldly shone on everything in this splendid and ancient palace, and the white light sprinkled on the gorgeous and complicated blood-colored walls outside the palace, revealing an ominous red light.

There are various patterns and irregular symbols on the walls, which make people feel dazzled and have a splitting headache.

The four corners of the dark palace are supported by off-white marble columns, cold and quiet in the dark corners.Dim gauze curtains hung on the stone steps between the gray and gloomy marble pillars.As the wind blows, the white gauze is slightly rolled up, and the silver gauze shines with bright colors.

Not far away, the fallen leaves rustled, lingering around this ancient and terrifying palace.Something quietly watched them, this group of humans who suddenly appeared in front of the palace, in the depths of the woods.

The moonlight was shining, it was quiet and eerie, the cold wind was blowing, and Wen Man was terribly frozen by the blowing, she touched the goose bumps on her arms.

"Where is this place? Is it that altar? It looks so eerie."

Mu Xinyu looked around first, and then said to her, "I haven't been to the altar, but I guess I have."

Bai Xuan's eyes gradually turned cold.

There is actually a remnant breath of a god here, although it has been a long time, there is only a little breath left that can hardly be felt.

I don't know which god's temple it is.

Moreover, he has already discovered that this space is already hundreds of thousands of miles away from the earth.

Vampires are indeed a troublesome race, they could even think of using the palace of a god as an altar.

I don't know how the other offerings are doing now?

***

"Damn it, something broke into the altar."

The gray and unclear light fell on the man's three-dimensional face, his pupils revealed scarlet light, the sharp fangs reflected the cold light, and the huge black cloak fell on him in a second, and soon Wrapping him tightly, a corner of the wide cloak swirled up, splashing bone-piercing coldness.

The moonlight outside the cave was cold and white, and countless scarlet eyes lit up in the cave.

"Everyone, for the revival of the blood race, let us tear up those damn invaders."

Countless thick and meandering human skin monsters showed their ferocious fangs.

"For the revival of the blood race!"

"Tear up the invaders!"

***

The golden palace gate is more than ten meters high, and the two sides are firmly supported by two off-white pillars with the same pattern, the same height, and the same shape, but the gate is pure golden yellow, like the light of the sun, obviously it is such a warm color, But here I can only feel the biting chill.

Everyone decided to enter the palace first to find the exact location of the altar. When all of them entered the palace, the gate behind them seemed to sense it, and quickly closed the gate.

The heart in his chest beat violently when he saw a figure suddenly appearing in the hall, and he stood at the gate calmly staring at the invisible figure.

He should have known.

With a race like vampires that is about to decline, it is impossible to do such a large-scale massacre and sacrifice, and it is impossible to enter this declining temple, even if this god has long since died.

The light golden moonlight sprinkled through the window sills in the gloomy palace, everything in the palace, including Bai Xuan himself, was also covered with a light white gauze curtain.

"What's that?" Wang Chengyang's ability began to warn violently again, and his teeth creaked.

Mu Xinyu's already bloodless skin was even paler, "I have heard that there was once a god in the altar, but it died out 10,000+ years ago."

If it was really that god, they couldn't escape at all.

Bai Xuan knew the identity of that shadow the moment he saw that figure.

Can't tell if it's sad or what.

He just looked at the figure, suddenly speechless.

Messiah.......

Why, even though it's just a character set in a vest, he can always feel the indelible sadness and pain.

So uncomfortable.

He clutched his chest, but a drop of clear tears fell unconsciously from the corner of his reddish eyes.

Yan Yao noticed that his expression was not right, and wanted to come over to help him, but a figure was faster than him. Bai Qingge grabbed Bai Xuan's arm with one hand, and supported him behind him with the other hand.

"What's wrong with you? Are you okay?"

Bai Xuan shook his head and stabilized his body.

"Let's go, let's go to the altar first."

Yan Yao glanced at the unmoving figure not far away, "What the hell is that? His aura is too terrifying. If it's really a god, then it's probably an evil god."

The accompanying bloody smell and despair and sadness almost infected them. If it wasn't for that thing not moving, they might not be opponents here at all.

Is it really a god?

This dark aura is obviously more likely to be a demon.

Of course Bai Xuan knew that it was neither a god nor a demon.

That is clearly the Son of Heaven who once stood shoulder to shoulder with Seraphim—the Messiah.

He was born from a drop of god's blood, so he has the breath of god.

Good, holy, pure white, elegant.

He blinked slightly, his black pupils looked big and indifferent, but it could be seen from his heaving chest that he was not calm.

Bai Qingge supported him, and naturally felt the tension and trembling of his body, with doubts and worries in his eyes, before he had time to say anything, he followed the person in front of him and walked forward.

Everyone gathered together and did not dare to stand alone. They walked along the first corridor covered with velvet and bright red long carpet after the entrance. The spacious corridor was tall and wide, with high walls hanging on both sides. There are gorgeous oil paintings.

The color of the first painting is gorgeous and clean, the golden radiance sprinkled on the tall and resplendent golden palace, it is noble and holy, standing in front of the resplendent and resplendent gate is a slender and hazy figure, and a white Four wings.

The second painting is on the grass outside the palace. A group of children surround a white-haired priest whose face cannot be seen clearly.

The third one shows the priest preaching to the villagers and healing them.

......

The previous paintings were gentle and beautiful, until the sixth painting, gradually began to change.

The picture gradually becomes dark and gloomy, and the colors become distorted.

The painting depicted a sallow sick man in tattered clothes lying on a bed.

Behind him is a wanton demon.

......

Afterwards, the last oil painting, the color is extremely vivid, but the color of thick blood can be seen instead.

Insanely twisted and shocking.

In the impoverished village, corpses are everywhere, and darkness covers the world.

The ignorant villagers surrounded the temple, broke down the gate, knocked down the pillars, and tied the innocent priest with rough hemp rope.

The white-haired priest raised his face slightly and looked at the sky. The sadness in his clean and pure white pupils seemed to pierce people's hearts through the painting.

People in ragged clothes and sunken cheeks set up bonfires, hoisted iron pots, and boiled water.

Their eyes are full of greed and desire.

The priest was pushed into the boiling water by the villagers.

The sky was completely dark.

The devil came, and this time there were no gods to protect the villagers.

After reading these paintings, no one spoke for a while.

"How can they do this?"

After a while, Wang Chengyang made a muffled sound. He never thought that human nature could be ugly and distorted like this.

Yan Yao and Bai Qingge, who had always been calm, showed a faint uneasy emotion in their eyes.

Not to mention others.

Gan Lesheng choked out two words between his teeth, "Scum."

Wen Man: "Trash."

Mu Mu's eyes became even redder: "White-eyed wolf."

Bai Xuan's heart hurt even worse, he clutched his painful chest tightly, it seemed as if someone had torn it apart.

He seemed to hear the voice of an old friend, and he seemed to see the white-haired angel kneeling in front of the crystal sky temple.

At that time, the white-haired angel was chilled by God's attitude towards Lucifer, and most of his companions had gone to hell, so he decided to travel around the world, and Messiah firmly said to God word by word.

【Messiah is willing to travel around the world, spread God's will throughout the earth, and bring warmth and hope to mankind. 】

Messiah is not a god, but he has the heart of a god.

He is a drop of blood from the gods.

It is the goodness of the world.

but--

Why did it turn into this dark and desperate appearance now.

Bai Xuan looked at the phantom that reappeared at the end of the corridor.

But he didn't hesitate anymore, his eyes were delicate and gentle, and the corner of his mouth raised a slight but warm arc.

Make export type.

haven't seen you for a long time.

Messiah.