Song of Blood and Wine

Sand.

Desert.

The grit fiercely brought by the wind slapped George on the cheek. Even with George's physique far beyond ordinary people, he felt a little pain in his cheek. Looking around, apart from the violent wind and the hot air that made him unable to open his eyes, all around was left with this endless grit.

Even the innate talent that turns on vampire uses eyes to track heat, nose to feel smells, and even telepathy to perceive lifeform. These damn sands are like powerful Formation, making George feel Powerless.

After another failure of perception, George lay on the ground tiredly, lying on the pile of sand, he curled up slightly, letting the closet on top of his body help him block more With strong wind and gravel, in this dark corner of the closet, George can quietly feel his heartbeat.

"Are you free?"

Without Blood Race, without chasing soldiers, George naturally realized that he had come to a new world and regained his freedom. But when he recalled the price of this freedom, the feeling of heartbreak was always lingering in his heart.

"Father, mother..." The picture of memories gradually unfolded, and the last battle on Earth kept fast-forwarding in front of him, and finally returned to normal the moment he entered the magic method:

Since entering the magic method, George only feels black before his eyes, and his body is constantly being distorted, compressed, and accelerated by the surrounding space. In this environment, the concept of time was constantly pulling, and George didn’t know how long he stayed in the magic method, until the screen flashed, and a bright starry sky appeared before his eyes, and a strange touch of, Bloody moonlight.

However, the strong sense of weightlessness from all over his body made George realize that he was falling rapidly.

The Blood Race bloodline in George's body once again saved his life. With the rotation of his mind, the power of the blood crystals spread all over the body instantly. Within a few breaths, the body completed the physical transformation. Turn into a foggy transformation, the Blood Race secret technique-the technique of fogging, activate!

George, who entered the form of blood mist, swooped at a speed faster than free fall, and then stopped his body at the moment he was about to land. After he changed back to his human form, George landed steadily. Easily resolved the damage caused by gravity.

It’s just that when he was still fortunate that his reaction was fast enough, destiny struck a heavy blow on his head—at the end of the last battle, the old vampire Christopher was at the end. Throwing into the closet of the magic method for a moment, at this moment, he hit the unsuspecting George with a mighty force.

"Ah!" Before George's scream lasted for half a second, he was completely swallowed by the shock wave generated when the heavy object landed.

When George woke up, the scene of all around had completely changed, with strong winds, sand and rocks, and the closet above his body that made him breathless. Fortunately, there was soft fine sand at the foot of his landing. The closet just stunned him and nailed his body into the sand. If it was a rocky hill...

Think of this. George couldn't help but recall that he had accidentally trampled on the rotten tomatoes before, and he couldn't help feeling a chill in his heart.

"It’s probably in a sandstorm right now...Since you can’t march for the time being, let’s rest for a while and count the supplies by the way to see if you can find something from this closet." Thinking of this, the sandstorm George, who was a little annoyed by the sound of the wind, began to count the resources available at his hand.

"A large-caliber revolver with 20 rounds of ammunition left. The rocket launcher was used in the previous battle. This ultimate weapon was useless." The first thing George checked was that he kept his back on his waist. After counting the bullets for the revolver that has not been played, he carefully wiped the revolver back and forth, and put the remaining ammunition into his tactical pocket.

"There is only one fire-breathing army thorn left, and the spout is blocked by gravel. The fire-breathing is temporarily unreliable and can only be used as an ordinary army thorn. If it is used forcibly, it will probably become a bomb."

The luck of the Spitfire is not as good as the revolver, unlike the revolver stored in a fully enclosed gun bag. The scabbard of the Spitfire is semi-open, which is convenient for quick strikes. But because George’s whole wardrobe dropping from the sky was nailed into the sand, the military thorns tied to his thighs were not spared, and a lot of fine sand got into the fire vent, which was quite troublesome to clean.

"There are a lot of things in the medical kit, disinfectant, hemostatic bandage, cardiotonic, a few bags of emergency blood kits, and some auxiliary tools, which seem to be usable for a while." Although the medical kit was opened , The perfect materials inside made George really feel at ease, but thinking of his dead Reapers, George's heart was instantly cold.

"There are not many clothes in the closet, but they all look fine, huh? Wait, what is this?" After counting his supplies, George began to "turn over the cabinets". However, when he turned over the cabinet, a black package caught his attention.

As the army thorns lightly slashed across, the black package revealed its true content. It was a somewhat worn-out robe, and the elbows and armpits were even a little worn. The outside of the robe is gray and black, and the corners of the clothes are covered with a layer of scarlet plush, and the inside of the robe is completely black. Moreover, after staring for a long time, it seems to be able to capture the dark spell brilliance. Flashed by.

George noticed this dress because in the memory of his mother Laura, Lucifer patriarch Abraham also seems to have such a dress, and whenever Abraham wants to participate in some major event, Will put on this dress and go out.

Looking at the riddled tactical uniform on his body, he touched the "patriarch robe of the same style" again, and George couldn't help but have some thoughts.

"Hiss!"

George tore his tactical uniform to pieces, revealing his strong upper body, then he took out the robe and put it on his body.

Unexpectedly, the robe looked like a living thing, and the moment George put it on, it began to shrink automatically. The robe, which he thought would be one size bigger than his own body, was fitted on George's body very closely. It was just the coolness from the robe that made George feel a little uncomfortable.

What George doesn't know is that the temperature from the robe is the normal temperature of a vampire.

After checking the robe, when George accidentally skipped the black package from the corner of his eyes, he found that there was a leather-wrapped notebook inside.

George picked up this notebook. Unexpectedly, this notebook has considerable weight, and there is a faint magic wave flashing past. Taking off the dust on it, George turned to the first page at will, and it was printed with a name that disgusted him: Christopher Leviathan.

Listening to the violent wind outside the closet, George understood that this place is still the safest place at this stage. In order to pass the time, he decided to study carefully what was written in the notebook first.