Throne of Magical Arcana

"You dominate everything, you control the boundary between life and death, you are the king of kings, and you are the god above all gods."

The movements of the great elder Augustus' hands were abnormally twisted, his waist swayed left and right, and his steps were extremely chaotic. However, if you observe carefully, you can feel a little mysterious flavor hidden in it.

Milna, Harold and other dwarves who followed him to "pray" have been dizzy by this complicated "dance" movement, imitating it with difficulty, persevering hard, and kept saying in their mouths:

"You gave us life, you gave us food, you gave us the courage to face difficulties, you gave us kindness, integrity, compassion and determination."

At the entrance of the main hall, in an empty place, four transparent figures were watching the prayers of the dwarves.

"Their movements of prayer are very similar to some ritual postures and gestures of the ancient magic empire." Tess, the vampire bride, used the "short-distance telepathic communication" of the vampire's talent and instinct to communicate with the butler Galata, the supervisor Wells and the accompanying maid. Edith said, her tone was puzzled and amused.

They have found the hiding place of the dwarven rebels!

Wells and Edith are both blood servants. They have been living in the night plateau since they were young, and they only went to the nearby castle of the vampire lord as far as possible. How could they know the rituals of the ancient magic empire? So after hearing what Tess said, they They were all obedient, and I didn't know how to answer—how could blood servants like them use the study in the castle, especially Wells, who didn't even know a single language!

"Ma'am, the old dwarf's movements are too complicated and distorted. They are very different from magic rituals." Galata, the vampire butler, replied respectfully. "Instead, they are more like the sacrificial dances when the religion of truth first developed."

"Hmph, the original sacrificial movements of the God of Truth were modified from simple magic rituals, and, Galata, didn't you see that? The reason why the old dwarf's movements are complicated and twisted is because he is playing in six different directions by himself." , Magicians with different actions can actually connect..." Tess hummed softly.

Both Wells and Edith buried their heads low, not daring to interrupt at this moment. Those lowly dwarves don't know, how could the noble blood servants like themselves not know that the owner, Earl Vlad, was injured by the magic of the God of Truth at the end of a war called "Dawn" and has never recovered. In the past few hundred years, they have often slept, and have never left the "Dark Plateau". Therefore, in the castle, the topic of Truth is taboo, and only Madam Tess, Mr. Galata and other orthodox blood can discuss it.

"Ma'am, your vision is very good, it does look a bit like it." The butler Galata observed carefully for a while, and agreed with Tess's guess, "But their prayers are definitely not spells, so the ceremony will not have any effect, but In this way, I can't see which ceremony it is."

"It doesn't matter. The ritual won't have any effect anyway. We can torture these stinking dwarves after we capture them." Tess sneered, completely standing in the position of a vampire, "How dare you pray to the gods? I don't know what I hate the most." Missionaries, priests, bishops? They keep my dear Vlad out of my constant company!"

"Thanks to your sharp eyes, madam, we were able to discover that there was something wrong with the dwarf, and we found the hiding place of the rebels." Wells was afraid that Madam Tess would lose control of his emotions, which might hurt him, so he half-changed the subject Said half-flatteringly.

Tess smiled slightly: "He has been a slave in the castle for at least three years, yet he can still maintain vigor and vitality. Hmph, if he didn't have hope in his heart, he would have been as lifeless and dull as a normal dwarf. A comparison, it is very easy to distinguish, indicating that he may have a problem. Unexpectedly, he has a connection with the rebels."

"Ma'am, you are right, dwarves are not worthy of hope, they are captive cattle and horses!" Edith followed suit.

Seeing that the prayer ceremony was coming to an end and there was no more to watch, Tess waved her hand: "Kill them, hang them on the castle wall to dry, and scare other dwarves, lest they be laughed at by other earls and viscounts."

"Yes, ma'am," the butler Galata, Wells, and Edith replied in unison.

Harold followed the great elder Augustus and bowed to the ground, praying in a low voice: "The great master of life and death, you love us as if you hold the supreme authority. We will let everyone recite your words holy name, you are holy. May you be free from all suffering and evil under the light of your glory."

"May your steam name once again ascend to the highest!"

After praying, he quietly added in his heart: "May under your blessing, rebuild the splendid steam civilization!"

ah! ah! As soon as the voice in his heart fell, two consecutive screams came out. Harold rolled over in shock and looked towards the entrance of the hall.

Four figures slowly emerged, and they were the familiar Mrs. Tess, the housekeeper Galata, the overseer of Wells, and the maid Edith. Among them, Galata was holding a dwarf at the end of the line, and her two snow-white fangs were deep It pierced deeply into his neck, while Wells cut the throat of another dwarf with his fingernails gleaming with metallic luster, and blood sprayed out.

Blood servants are not entitled to enjoy blood, even if it is wasted, it cannot exceed the norm.

"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, wiped the corner of her mouth lightly, and said with a half-smile, "Didn't you bring us here?"

The dwarven rebels, stunned by the sudden appearance of the vampire and the brutal killing, all turned their heads to look at Harold, with suspicion, hatred, contempt, and resentment in their eyes.

"Harold, why did you betray us?" Quiggins picked up the giant ax and was about to chop down the shameful traitor.

The dwarf girl Milna looked at her companion in disbelief: "I trust you so much."

"No, I didn't betray you, Great Elder, Milna, Uncle Warren, Uncle Quiggins, 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 coquettishly, and signaled Galata and the others not to be busy killing with her eyes. She really liked the feeling of playing with people's hearts.

"I believe you, Harold, if you want to betray us, just bring them in." Grand Elder Augustus said calmly.

"Great Elder..." Harold suddenly felt dawn, even though he only knew what dawn was from the story of the Great Elder.

Augustus shook his head in pity, and said loudly to the stunned dwarves, "Should we fight to the death and fight a bloody path? Or kneel down numbly and die? It all depends on your own choice!"

"Steam is supreme!" The dwarves picked up the giant axes beside them and called out loudly, full of fighting spirit for a moment.

Tess covered her mouth and said disappointedly: "It's boring, Galata, do it."

Galata straightened her bow tie, turned a blind eye to the dwarf rushing over with a huge axe, turned around and bowed, "Follow your orders, madam."

Seeing that a huge ax was about to hit his back, suddenly, he kicked his right foot, turned into a ghostly afterimage, circled behind the dwarf, clawed his left hand, and pulled it forward.

The dwarf let out a miserable scream, and then the voice disappeared as if blocked by saliva, fell to the ground and rolled up, and after a few times, his legs kicked, and he couldn't move anymore, blood pooled from his throat.

Then, he turned into the dwarves, his figure kept moving, and wherever he passed, he let out a scream.

The dwarves managed to surround him by relying on their numbers, but he turned into countless small bats, flew away, and regrouped in the distance.

Some dwarves had already fought against Wells and Edith, and their strength was not much different from each other. The two blood servants were firmly suppressed by the whistling 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 a formal knight, the Great Elder reluctantly said: "Rush to the door! Escape!"

Seven or eight dwarves glanced at each other, shouted loudly, dragged Galata back, and exchanged their lives for the other dwarves to escape.

But every ten seconds, there was a scream from among them, and it seemed that the delay would not last long.

Glancing at these dwarves sadly, the rest of the dwarves rushed towards the door with tears in their eyes, completely breaking down the defense line of Wells and Edith, and they were about to rush into the passage.

"Trash!" Tess at the entrance of the passage said coldly. Two delicate and pale fangs grew out of her timid mouth, and with a wave of her right hand, a black air rushed towards the dwarves in front of her. shrouded.

ah! The sharp screams stopped abruptly.

The black air dissipated, and the few dwarves at the front fell over dry and pale, as if their blood had been drained instantly.

The rest of the dwarves only felt fear in their minds, and they ran away in fright, but no matter how they ran, they dared not get within one meter of Tess.

Vampires don't just fight melee!

"Why is it so strong?" The Great Elder, Harold, Milna and other people in the back row murmured to themselves with pale faces.

Although the Great Elder has always been sober and knew that the rebels would never be able to fight against high-level vampires, he never thought that it would be easier for ordinary or middle-level vampires to kill rebels than cattle and sheep.

"Our hard work, our hard work, and our sacrifices are all useless?" The Great Elder's legs softened, and he knelt down with his back to the altar.

Tess did not continue to cast dark magic, she took out the Nightingale handkerchief and wiped her hands: "Don't you understand? You can survive because the other blood races are too boring and want to play a game of cat and mouse. Don't give up hope You won't be disappointed."

"Really?" The Great Elder shed turbid tears and hit his head on the ground, "Is the dwarf clan forever hopeless? Can't the sacrificed clan get a little light?"

He turned around, cried and hit the ground against the altar: "God of Steam, Almighty Lord, Lord of Life and Death, please save your family!"

The screams of the dwarves sounded one after another.

"Wake up, do you really think there will be gods to help you?" Tess sneered, "Thousands of years, or tens of thousands of years, are you dwarves still so naive?"

The Great Elder was completely immersed in his own world, while reciting the name of the gods, he kept hitting the altar with his head, and the stone surface was stained red with blood.

"Haha, these idiots." Wells managed to recover from the impact of the dwarf, and couldn't help laughing.

Harold, Milna and other dwarves saw that there were fewer and fewer of their own kind who could stand, and Galata seemed to be an invincible slaughter machine, and they also fell to their knees in despair.

"Is this the end for the Rebels? Will the hope of the dwarves never appear?" Harold thought painfully.

Suddenly, a light flashed in front of his eyes, he raised his head subconsciously, and his expression froze immediately.

The altar, the unresponsive altar before, raised a sacred and solemn mask!

Lines of pure white light and gloomy light kept shining towards the surroundings!

After a short period of freezing, emotions such as ecstasy and gratitude welled up in his heart, and Harold lay on the ground in tears:

"Great master of life and death, you love us as if you hold the supreme authority."

"We will make all the people recite your name and hallow you."

The Great Elder, Milna, Quiggins and other dwarves also recovered from the shock, and prayed devoutly to the altar with tears on their faces:

"May I be free from all suffering and evil under the light of your glory."

"May your steam name once again ascend to the highest!"

Inside the "altar", a figure wearing a strange black dress slowly emerged.

"Lord, you came to the earth and brought the gift of redemption."

"Great ruler of life and death, everything will be purified by your glory!"

The Great Elder, Harold and other dwarves became more and more excited. The god of steam came here to save himself and others?

Tess, Galata and others looked at the altar in amazement. What changed?