"You rule over everything, control the boundaries between life and death, are the King of kings, the God of God."
The movements of the two hands of the Great Elder Augustus were extremely distorted, his waist swayed left and right, and his steps were extremely chaotic, but if he looked closely, he seemed to feel a little mysterious smell hidden in it.
The dwarves such as Myrna and Harold who followed him to "pray" were already dizzy by this complex "dance" movement, imitating it with difficulty, trying to persevere, and kept chanting in their mouths:
"You give us life, give us food, give us courage to face difficulties, give us kindness, integrity, mercy and steadfastness."
At the entrance of the main hall, in an empty place, four transparent figures were watching the dwarves' prayers.
"Their prayer movements are very similar to the gestures and gestures of some rituals in ancient magical empires." The vampire bride Tess used the vampire's natural instinctive "short-distance psychic communication" to the housekeeper Galata, the overseer Wells, and the maid Edith, in a confused and funny tone.
They actually found the hiding place of the dwarven rebels!
Wells and Edith are both blood servants, they have lived in the Night Plateau since they were children, and they only went to the nearby Vampire Lord Castle as far as possible, how could they know the rituals of the ancient magical empire, so after hearing Tess's words, they were all submissive, not knowing how to answer - how could the study in the castle be used by them blood servants, especially Wells, who didn't even know a single word!
"Madam, the old dwarf's movements are too complicated and distorted, and they are very different from magical rituals." The vampire butler Galata replied respectfully, "It's more like the sacrificial dance when the Shinrishin Church first developed."
"Hmph, the original sacrificial action of the Shinshinkyo was changed from a simple magical ritual, and Galata, didn't you see it? The reason why the old dwarf's movements are complex and twisted is because he is playing six magicians in different directions and different movements by himself, and he can actually connect them......" Tess hummed softly.
Wells and Edith both buried their heads in their heads, not daring to interject at this time. Those lowly dwarves don't know, how can they not know that their own noble blood servants don't know, the master Count Vlad was injured by the magic of the Truth Cult in the late stages of a war called "Dawn", and has never been able to recover.
"Madam, your vision is excellent, it is indeed a bit similar." The butler Galata observed carefully for a while and agreed with Tess's guess, "But their prayers are definitely not spells, so the ritual will not have any effect, but in this way, I can't see which ritual it is."
"It doesn't matter, the ritual won't have any effect anyway, we can torture these stinky dwarves after we catch them." Tess sneered, completely from the position of a vampire, "How dare you pray to the gods? Don't you know that I hate missionaries, pastors, and bishops the most? They can't keep my dear Vlad with me all the time!"
"Thanks to your sharp eyes, madam, we were able to find out that there was something wrong with the dwarf and found the hiding place of the rebels." Wells was afraid that Mrs. Tess would not be able to control her emotions, which would likely hurt her, so she half-changed the subject and flattered half-flatteringly.
Tess smiled slightly: "After being a slave in the castle for at least three years, he can still maintain his vitality and vitality, hmph, if he hadn't had hope in his heart, he would have been as lifeless and numb as a normal dwarf. This comparison is very easy to distinguish, indicating that he is likely to have a problem. I didn't expect it to be connected to the rebels."
"Madam, you're right, dwarves don't deserve hope, they are cattle and horses in captivity!" Edith followed to please.
Seeing that the prayer ceremony was coming to an end and there was nothing to watch, Tess waved her hand: "Kill them and hang them on the castle wall to air dry them to deter the other dwarves, so as not to be ridiculed by other earls and viscounts."
"Yes, madam," the butler Galata, as well as Wells and Edith, replied in unison.
Harold followed the Great Elder Augustus on the ground and prayed in a low voice: "Great Lord of life and death, you love us as you hold the supreme authority. We will make all people chant your name and holy you. May you be free from all suffering and evil in your glory."
"May your steam name ascend to the top again!"
After praying, he quietly added in his heart: "May under your blessing, rebuild a glorious steam civilization!"
Oh! Oh! As soon as the inner voice fell, two serepic screams came out in a row, and Harold rolled up in astonishment and looked at the entrance of the main hall.
Four figures slowly emerged, the familiar Lady Tess, Galata's butler, Wells' overseer, and Edith's maid, among which Galata grabbed a dwarf at the end of the line, two snow-white fangs plunged deep into his neck, while Wells' fingernails shone metallic, cutting the throat of another dwarf, and blood sprayed out.
Blood servants are not qualified to enjoy blood, even if it is wasted, it cannot be exceeded.
"You guys, why are you here?!" Harold blurted out in panic, trembling all over his body.
The glamorous dwarf vampire Tess took out a "nightingale" scarf from the Kingdom of Holm, gently wiped the corner of her mouth, and said with a smile: "Didn't you bring us here?"
The dwarf rebels, stunned by the sudden appearance of vampires and the brutal killing, all turned their heads to look at Harold, with suspicion, hatred, contempt, and resentment in their eyes.
"Harold, why are you betraying us?" Quigins picked up the great axe and was about to cut down this shameful traitor.
The dwarf girl Mirna looked at her companions in disbelief: "That's how I believe in you."
"No, I didn't betray you, Elder, Myrna, Uncle Warren, Uncle Quinns, I didn't, I didn't! You have to believe me!" Harold explained to the other dwarves in horror and despair, forgetting the situation of being "surrounded" by vampires.
Tess giggled and signaled Galata and the others not to be busy killing, she liked this feeling of playing with people's hearts very much.
"I believe you, Harold, if you want to betray us, just take them in and break in." The Great Elder Augustus said calmly.
"Great Elder......" Harold suddenly felt dawn, even though he only knew what dawn was in the story of the Great Elder.
Augustus shook his head sympathetically and said loudly to the stunned dwarves: "Do you fight desperately and fight your way out? Or do you die on your knees numbly? It's all up to your own choice!"
"Steam is supreme!" The dwarves picked up the giant axes beside them and shouted loudly, full of fighting spirit for a while.
Tess covered her mouth and said disappointedly: "It's really boring, Galata, do it."
Galata tidied up his bow tie, turned a blind eye to the dwarf who rushed towards him with a giant axe, turned around and bowed, "I will follow your orders, madam."
Seeing that a giant axe was about to hit him in the back, suddenly, he kicked his right foot, turned into a ghostly afterimage, circled behind the dwarf, and pulled forward with his left hand into a claw.
The dwarf let out a shrill scream, and then the sound disappeared as if it was blocked by saliva, and he fell to the ground and rolled up, and after a few strokes, his legs kicked, he could no longer move, and blood was pouring from his throat.
Then, he turned into the dwarves, his figure kept moving, and everywhere he passed, there was a scream.
The dwarves finally surrounded him with numerical superiority, but he suddenly turned into countless small bats, scattered and flew away, and regrouped in the distance.
Some of the dwarves had already fought with Wells and Edith, and their strength was not much different, and the two blood servants were firmly suppressed in the roar of the giant axe.
Seeing that Galata could not be defeated, and Wells and Edith, who were guarding the gate, did not have the strength of official knights, the Great Elder reluctantly said: "Rush to the door! Escape!"
Seven or eight dwarves glanced at each other, shouted, dragged Galata back, and exchanged their lives for the other dwarves to escape.
But every ten seconds, a scream rang out among them, and it didn't seem to be delayed for long.
He glanced at these dwarves in grief, and the rest of the dwarves rushed to the door in tears, completely breaking down Wells and Edith's defenses, and were about to rush into the passage.
"Waste!" Tess at the entrance of the passage said coldly, and two delicate and pale fangs grew out of her mouth timidly, and then with a wave of her right hand, a burst of black gas enveloped the dwarves who rushed in front of her.
Oh! The sharp scream came to an abrupt end.
The black energy dissipated, and the dwarves in the front fell all over their bodies shriveled and pale, as if their blood had been drained in an instant.
The rest of the dwarves only felt fear in their minds and fled in fright, but no matter how they ran, they did not dare to get within a meter of Tess.
Vampires are not just hand-to-hand combat!
"Why is it so strong?" The Grand Elder, Harold, Mirna, and other back-row personnel muttered to themselves with pale faces.
Although the Great Elder had always been sober and knew that the rebels would never be able to compete with high-level vampires, he did not expect that this ordinary or mid-level vampire would be easier to slaughter the rebels than to slaughter cattle and sheep.
"Our efforts, our struggles, and our sacrifices have no effect at all?" The elder's legs went limp and he knelt down with his back to the altar.
Tess didn't continue to use dark magic, took out a nightingale handkerchief and wiped her hands: "Don't you understand? You survive because other vampires are too bored and want to play a game of cat and mouse. If you don't have hope, you won't be disappointed."
"Really?" The Great Elder shed cloudy tears and hit his head on the ground, "Is there no way out for the dwarves like this? Can't the sacrificed people get a little light?"
He turned around and cried at the altar and hit the ground: "God of steam, Lord Almighty, Lord of life and death, please save your family!"
The screams of the dwarves sounded around one after another.
"Wake up, do you think there will really be gods to help you?" Tess sneered, "After thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years, are you dwarves still so naïve?"
The Great Elder was completely immersed in his own world, chanting the name of the god in his mouth while constantly slamming his head against the altar, and the blood stained the stone face red.
"Haha, these idiots." Wells finally recovered from the dwarf's impact and couldn't help but laugh.
Harold, Myrna and other dwarves saw that fewer and fewer of their own people could stand, and Galata, like an invincible slaughter machine, also fell to their knees in despair.
"Is the rebels finished? Will the hope of the dwarves never appear?" Harold thought bitterly.
Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes, and he subconsciously raised his head, his expression suddenly froze.
The altar, the altar that had not reacted before, actually rose with a sacred and solemn light shield!
White lights and dim lights kept shining out towards the surroundings!
After a short period of solidification, emotions such as ecstasy and gratitude welled up in his heart, and Harold lay on the ground with tears in his eyes:
"Great Lord of life and death, You love us as You hold the sovereign authority."
"We will make all men chant your name and sanctify you."
The Great Elder, Myrna, Quikins and other dwarves also recovered from the shock and prayed devoutly to the altar with tears on their faces:
"May you be free from all suffering and evil, under your glory."
"May your steam name ascend to the top again!"
Inside the "altar", a figure wearing a strange black dress slowly emerged.
"Lord, you have come to the earth to bring the gift of salvation."
"Great Lord of life and death, Your glory shines, and everything will be purified!"
The Great Elder, Harold and other dwarves became more and more excited, and the god of steam actually descended here to save himself and others?
Tess, Galata and the others looked at the altar in surprise and stunned, what had changed?
(End of this chapter)