Chapter 532 383 A Monkey in a Human Costume

"We caught a vampire. His identity is very troublesome. Ludwig wants to do something with this, something that is beneficial to him." William III, who was leading the way behind Dacus, suddenly said.

Dacus did not respond to William III's words. In his opinion, this seemed to have nothing to do with him? This is a matter between imperial power and religious power. With his intervention, William III did not become a saint, and under the coordination of William III, all forces in Altdorf were fighting bravely. On the other hand, Ludwig was a bit lame. He surrendered before the war, acted as a transparent man hiding in the palace during the battle, and did not even go to the final decisive battle. After the battle...

According to the normal routine, the battle is over, the dust has settled, and Ludwig must make up for it. After all, things are dynamic. For rulers, reputation is important. Otherwise, why should a new official take office with three fires? Since it cannot be increased, you have to find a way to weaken the opponent.

"This is not the same as when I came here before." Dacus said after walking for a while and sniffing his nose.

The last time Dacus smelled this smell was in the mine of Hag Graves. The smell of rust spread in the air. In addition to the smell of rust, there was also a stench of corpses. You should know that the slaves in the mine of Hag Graves were not treated well. There were many slaves who died in the corners and turned into bones. Of course, in addition to these two smells, there was also a rotten smell from spices, which seemed to be used to cover the stench of corpses.

William III was like Dacus before. He did not respond to Dacus while walking, but shook his head and then sighed heavily.

As the journey deepened, the rusty smell of blood became stronger and stronger. It was a disgusting stench. Mixed with the rotten smell, the smell of blood became more acute.

Dacus shook his head and said nothing more. He knew that the Battle of Altdorf lasted only three short days, and it was not like some cities and fortresses that were besieged for several years.

However, the three days of fighting were particularly fierce. As the Sigmar sect was an important force in Altdorf, the combat priests, witch hunters and knights of the Knights of the Order, as the main combat force, suffered considerable losses. These Sigmar believers who died in the battle were eligible to enter the Sigmar Cathedral for eternal sleep, so there was the current smell. It is estimated that this smell will continue for several months, or even years, until...

Dry for a thousand years, wet for ten thousand years, and neither dry nor wet for half a year. Altdorf was built by water and was usually surrounded by fog.

Jon Skylan approached the pottery jar carefully by crawling. In addition to the rough mattress made of reeds and a tattered blanket, there was only one pottery jar in the cell, and everything else was taken away by the guards. This pottery jar is used for excretion, but it is useless to him. As a vampire, his body does not need to excrete like a living person.

Now, the reason why Jon Skylan crawled towards the pottery jar is because he has a new friend. The need for food pushed him to the edge of madness and hallucination. He could even smell the blood of the Sigma priests passing by outside the cell, beating in his veins. He crawled, closed his eyes, and tried to let his consciousness drift out. He imagined every pulse he heard. Although there were several layers of stone and plaster between them, he was surrounded by such beating sounds.

Jon Skylan savored the beating of the heart in the body of the Sigma priest. He occasionally missed a beat. He could clearly feel that the owner of the heart sometimes beat faster with the rising emotions, and sometimes beat slower with the loss. At this moment, he kept fantasizing about eating. He played with the bodies and blood of the Sigma priests, and sucked the throats of the priests hungrily.

There is nothing better than fresh blood drawn from the living. For vampires, this is a real delicacy. Jon Skylan imagined himself killing wantonly in the cathedral. He even imagined the scene when all this happened. At first, the humans were stunned there, frightened by the sudden scream.

The humans could not believe at the first time that it was just a scream, not a ghost from the past, or some revengeful shadows in the grave. They had heard enough screams and seen enough horrors, because this was the curse of this era. However, it was a bloody scream coming from deep underground in the cathedral, and it was not their thoughts that were playing tricks.

This scream was even louder than the explosion of explosives. This power came from the most primitive depths, from the deepest fear in everyone's heart. The screams covered the entire Sigma Cathedral, and then the screams disappeared, but soon, the second scream strangled the bleak silence, and the sound intensified the ominousness it represented.

However, everything Jon Skylan imagined did not happen. Instead, he felt a familiar pulse. He knew someone was coming. He knew that it would take some time before the cell was opened. He wanted to make full use of this gap to communicate with his new friend.

Sometimes, things always have to go wrong or change. His new friend now is not like the previous new friend. The new friend's eyes are constantly moving, with an indescribable cleverness.

As the pulse sound gets closer, Jon Skyland knows it's too late, but he also knows that dealing with new friends is not easy. However, he has no choice but to go all out. Seizing the opportunity, he stepped hard on the gap between the stone slabs, and his body pounced on his new friend like a carp ready to leap over the dragon gate.

But he could only take the chance. He seized the opportunity and pushed hard on the gap between the stone slabs with his feet. Now he was like a carp preparing to jump over the dragon gate, but when he got closer, he found that his new friend seemed to be more clever than he thought.

The rat turned its head alertly at the sound, and then ran away. Jon Skyland lost his chance. Although he tried his best, he failed. The moment he jumped down, his face hit the clay pot hard, and a sharp pain hit him. He could only helplessly close his eyes and wait for the arrival of a pulse.

Green, who pushed open the cell door, heard the impact. When the cell door was completely pushed open, his naked eyes could not see clearly for a while. The cell was too dark, but soon, his eyes adapted to the darkness, and he I saw Jon Skyland with his face pressed against the clay pot and the rat crawling into the gap.

"You seem to be playing a game? You actually still have the energy to play the game? It seems that we have some reservations about you? Vampire, if I were you, I would lie down on the reed and cover you with a blanket. "After taking a look at the scene in front of him, Green roughly guessed what Jon Skyland was doing before. His mouth opened with a sneer, and then he said in a joking tone.

"You have nothing better to do..." Jon Skyland shot back.

However, before Jon Skyland could finish speaking, Green's boot kicked him hard in the face. After being hit hard, he rolled on the ground with a contemptuous expression on his face. In his opinion, Lin was just a coward. And he is also a cruel coward. He can feel Green's unspeakable kindness towards him. When Green tortures his body with red-hot pokers and other instruments of torture, painful madness burns in Green's eyes. .

"Vampire, what could be better than hearing you scream?" Green did not give Jon Skyland a chance to breathe. As Jon Skyland rolled, he also followed up and said When he was done, he kicked Jon Skyland hard in the ribs with his boot.

"Of course there are other things. I have more imagination than you in this regard. You must know that this is both a blessing and a curse, believe me. However, you are not a witch hunter. You can't understand it, let alone Unthinkable," said Jon Skyland, who was rolling again.

"I advise you to save your energy and imagination..." Green said while approaching Jon Skyland. When his feet were raised, he froze. He was thinking and thought for a moment. Finally, he continued, "Imagination? What a wonderful thing, you're going to need your imagination to scream soon, vampire."

"Don't you understand? Green, I don't need to breathe. My heart is in my body, but it will never beat. I don't have your weak emotions, such as love and hate? I am cursed, I am a Vampire, I don't have human weaknesses. In the future, I will return to humans again. After you turn into dust and disappear from my memory, I will still be alive.

Green, you are nothing, nothing. You are just a child in human skin, you are scared now, you are scared of me, I can smell your fear, your cowardice clinging to your skin, invading your sweat. Fear and cowardice dominate you, and your heart keeps calling you to kill me, but your fear and cowardice cannot kill me, so you can only use this method. You are so pathetic, Green. "

Jon Skyland stopped rolling, he forced himself to stand up straight, and he knelt in front of Green, but this was not a gesture of submission, he was resisting Green. Staring into Green's eyes, it seemed to him that the guard's eyes were so dull. There was no reason or thought in Green's eyes. He knows that Green hates him because he is Jon Skylan von Carstein.

Green was a jailer, a cell leader, a guard, and a soldier. He had no reason not to experience the Battle of Altdorf. During those three days, he had been fighting on the walls of the East City District. He saw his friends and comrades-in-arms die with his own eyes. In the hands of a vampire. If the immortals hadn't taken action at the last moment, he didn't know what would happen next. He had reason to be afraid, and he also had reason to hate everything that Jon Skyland represented.

"You...you...you!" Green was irritated. He stretched out his hand and pointed his trembling fingers at the arrogant Jon Skyland. His lips were also trembling, and the trembling could not make him say a word.

Reason and emotion govern Green, and every torture he inflicts on Jon Skyland represents revenge for his fallen comrades and companions. But he couldn't kill Jon Skyland. He knew that Jon Skyland was laughing at him, reminding him that he could not avenge the dead.

Jon Skyland, who was half-kneeling there, ignored Green, and did not make a victory gesture towards Green. He turned his head and looked at the cell door. He felt an unfamiliar heartbeat, and he knew someone was coming.

"That's enough, Green, Ludwig is here." A Sigma priest walked into the cell, pointed to the light, and said to Green standing there, and then saw Jon who was half kneeling there. Skylan, he shook his head, not knowing what to say.

When Jon Skylar was not yet a vampire, Pastor Sigma had seen Jon Skylar in the Sigma Cathedral, but he did not know Jon Skylar. At that time, he had just become a Sigma priest. Now he has become a high-level priest, and Jon Skylar has changed from a member of the Silver Hammer Knights to a vampire, a vampire hunted by the Silver Hammer Knights witch hunters. It must be said that this is really an irony.

"It seems that this witch hunter has suffered a lot." After a moment, another new person entered the cell. After taking a look at the environment of the cell, he said to Jon Skylar jokingly.

Pastor Sigma turned around and saw Ludwig and his followers. He frowned. He looked down on Ludwig. In his opinion, Ludwig was far inferior to Eberhard, a cowardly man who coveted the throne of the empire. Ludwig's behavior in this battle of Altdorf exacerbated his impression.

"Usurper, you are not welcome in the Cathedral of Sigma." Priest Sigma said bluntly. As a high-ranking member of the Sigma sect, he knew the relationship between Ludwig and the Sigma sect. He had no respect for Ludwig. He did not call Ludwig by his name, but directly called him the impolite name of usurper. Then he said, "Of course, the same goes for these thugs under your command."

"Don't forget your identity, priest. You must remember that I have considerable influence in your secular world. I dominate Altdorf and everything in Altdorf. For example, I grant the power to those who I think are qualified to accept the title of high priest. If you have some ambitions in this regard, I suggest that you better remember your identity. Now, let me say it again, hand over this witch hunter to me and let us end it all."

Faced with the rudeness of Priest Sigma, Ludwig was not angry at all. He raised his head and said to Priest Sigma arrogantly.

Pastor Sigma ignored Ludwig. As a high-ranking member of the Sigma sect, he knew the interests of Jon Skylan. He would never let Jon Skylan go, let alone hand Jon Skylan over to Ludwig. What he had to do now was to hold Ludwig back until the arrival of the High Priest William III.

"Jon? Jon Skylan? Are you Jon Skylan?" Dacus ignored the people in the cell and asked the vampire half-kneeling on the ground.

The arrival of Dacus and William III made the already narrow cell even more crowded. Pastor Sigma, who was in a stalemate with Ludwig, breathed a sigh of relief. After bowing to Dacus and William III, he pulled Green, who was still in a daze, and left the cell.

"I've seen you!" Jon Skylan looked at the elf in front of him and said sternly.

"Then do you know her? My fiancée, you should have been on the wall? Following Vlad to attack? My God...you actually survived? Can you tell me what happened at that time? Wait...don't tell me yet, let me guess? Were you knocked away? Or were you scared unconscious by the screams? Or did you not participate in the battle at all? Were you caught while running away? But...it doesn't seem serious?" Dacus looked at Jon Skylan and said in a joking tone, while holding Drusala's hand and introducing Jon Skylan.

Jon Skylan's face twisted, roaring like a beast, his thin lips gradually opened, revealing the sharp fangs behind. His eyebrows and bone ridges were pulled, his nostrils expanded, and his eyes showed extreme hatred. He arched his back and prepared to pounce on the elves not far away.

Then, nothing happened. As Drusala raised his other hand, Jon Skylan's screams resounded through the cell, frightening everyone in the cell and Pastor Sigma and Green outside the corridor.

Jon Skylan's body suddenly twitched violently, as if he was in indescribable pain. His expression twisted into an unprecedented pain, with fine beads of sweat oozing from his forehead and his face pale, as if his soul was suffering endless torture. He tried to make a sound, but only a meaningless roar came out of his throat, as if suppressed by an invisible force. His muscles all over his body trembled uncontrollably, and every nerve seemed to be screaming, conveying an unbearable pain to him.

The twisted body on the ground kept rolling, and Jon Skylan's mind was in a mess, as if the whole world was collapsing. He felt the fear and helplessness deep in his soul, as if he was trapped in darkness and could not find a ray of hope.

"I suggest you calm down first. Grinning is not a good way to communicate."

As Dacus finished speaking, Drusala put down her hand. She didn't care about the pain of the vampire. As early as the moment she saw Genevieve, she was studying vampires and thinking about how to deal with Genevieve. But due to various reasons, she didn't do that to Genevieve in the end. Moreover, Genevieve has now become her good friend, a good girlfriend with whom she can communicate deeply, which is something she can't have in the Tower of Prophecy where she needs to be vigilant and cautious at all times.

However, becoming good friends with Genevieve does not prevent Drusala from dealing with vampires in ways that vampires cannot bear. The ruthless power she unleashed locked Jon Skylan's soul deep into suffering until the vampire could no longer bear it, and even until the vampire's life was gone. Different from the books she has come across in the past few days, this way of using Deha is what Druch is good at, playing with the soul instead of the body, and stuffing the lost soul into the body and letting it stand up again.

"Are you Ludwig?" After letting Jon Skyland calm down, Darkus turned to look at Ludwig and asked.

"Yes, Your Excellency, this is not the place to talk, is it? I hereby sincerely invite you to the Altdorf Palace, which is suitable for talks. There I will hold a grand ceremony and banquet to welcome Your Excellency. , just like before." Ludwig said in a respectful tone while still doing elegant aristocratic etiquette.

"Sorry, I'm not interested. I'm not interested in communicating with the usurper, let alone attending any grand ceremonies and banquets. In my opinion, the so-called grandness is ridiculous. Muhou... And Guan? Have you heard of this word? No It doesn’t matter if you have heard it before. Now that you have heard it, of course, just because you have heard it does not mean you understand it.

Here, I will explain to you patiently, the surface meaning of this word is just like this word, putting clothes and hats on monkeys to imitate human appearance, used to describe those who are disguised on the outside, but actually inside Are you such a person whose essence and abilities are incompatible with yours? "Dakeus looked at Ludwig with his chin. After Ludwig raised his head again, he nodded, and then said in an arrogant tone.

Darkus' words caused Ludwig to fall into a brief daze, leaving William III standing next to him shaking his head and speechless.

William III is not stupid, let alone rigid. On the contrary, he is very flexible and will use some appropriate means to achieve his goals. He knows that the word Dacus said seems to be more than what Dacus explained, especially Dacus. Uth spoke this word to humans as an elf.

But William III didn't care. He was the high priest of the Sigmar sect, and he was not very interested in the secular world. And this word was not meant for him. He had met the elf not long ago before. He had participated in ceremonies and banquets as the leader of the Sigma Sect. Compared with the Darkus in front of him, although the leader of the elf behaved very friendly, that The group of elves were not like this. Their disgusted expressions, arrogant attitudes and sharp words left a deep impression on him.

"Monkey...and crown? Monkey...and crown, monkey and crown!" Maranur, who followed and leaned against the corner to watch the excitement, savored this unfamiliar word. He repeated it in Rick language, and then It was converted into Elsalin language, and finally into Druzil language that Druchi often spoke. After savoring it, he burst out laughing uncontrollably, as if he had heard a good joke. His body was pressed against the wall, holding his belly in his hands and laughing non-stop.

Maranur was no fool either, and he understood that the word his brother spoke was not as simple as it seemed. In his opinion, these humans are monkeys wearing gorgeous hats, and these humans are monkeys wearing hats. Especially when this word was said to the emperor of the empire, a top figure among mankind. Thinking of this, his smile became even more exaggerated. In his opinion, this was too ironic.

Darkus's words caused the elves who were also coming to join in the fun to burst into laughter. Their laughter was crisp and joyful, but it was particularly harsh to human ears. The breath of joy filled this small cell filled with the smell of dampness. middle. As if depression and despair were thrown away, the dark corners of the cell seemed to be washed by this relaxing atmosphere, but there was no...

"you you you……"

Ludwig, who was shocked by the elves' arrogance and rejection, stammered about what to say. When he heard the elves' laughter, he was filled with anger and helplessness. His heart was in chaos and he couldn't sort out his thoughts. His body was trembling, his lips were trembling, but he could not utter a complete sentence. Facing ridicule, he felt as if he was trapped in an inescapable cage, isolated and helpless, and he could not face the humiliation and indifference before him.

Ludwig looked at William III, who was standing next to the elf, and asked for help. However, as a human, William III did not look at him at all. While he was waiting for him to recover, and before he could do anything, he I heard a cold question.

"Reintroducing, this is my fiancée. As for her name, it's not that I'm too lazy to introduce it, but you don't deserve to know! Is she beautiful? Beautiful! Of course... Of course she is beautiful. Maybe... It's better to put on clothes and hats For you, your aesthetics are standard, but you can't look at her like that. What was your look like just now? Can you answer me? Well, you have to know what your behavior is. My fiancé feels uncomfortable!”

Darkus' cold questioning caused the short-lived joyful atmosphere in the cell to disappear. The elves who were still laughing seemed to have been turned off. The next second, their faces turned cold. Maranur no longer leaned against the wall, but stood up and stared at Ludwig. The narrow cell door became crowded for a while, and the elves waiting in the corridor continued to enter the cell through the cell door. They looked at the confused human followers standing there with cold eyes.

"I...I...I..." (End of Chapter)