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His height increased dramatically from nearly 2 meters to almost touching the ceiling of the corridor, like a mutated giant wearing primitive armor.
In seconds, this biological armor had transformed him into a completely unrecognizable humanoid monster. The ubiquitous bony spikes and its hard shell constituted the visible protective capabilities of this armor.
boom!
He took a step forward.
Only then did Coco notice that the corridor floor had sunk under his feet, forming several alarming cracks.
Judging from its weight, the density of his armor is even higher than it appears, far exceeding ordinary "bone" – it may even reach the strength of tank armor!
boom!
As he took another step forward, the gradually forming armor climbed up his neck and then gradually covered his face.
“I can sense that you possess blood energy.”
After his face was covered with a demonic armor mask, his voice became so deep and difficult to hear that it seemed to come through layers of metal.
"If I don't go all out, I'm afraid I'll die a horrible death once the two ladies get serious."
Quack, quack, quack——
boom!
His hands formed thick, bone claws like boxing gloves, and with each step he took, dust billowed up in the corridor and the floor trembled.
The entire corridor was filled with the terrifying sound of bone armor joints moving, like a dragon grinding its teeth.
"My resolve is to face every battle with the determination to die. And you, are you prepared?"
His fingers cracked like dragon claws.
Covered in sharp bone scales, it swung its arm.
"I am but one of the chess players under the group's command."
"【Chariot】, the chariot crushes the dust."
Boom——
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Meanwhile, somewhere.
The blonde girl woke up groggily, with a noticeable, dried bloodstain still visible at the corner of her mouth.
She looked at the motionless silver-haired girl beside her; their hands were still tightly clasped.
She couldn't help but smile.
"..."
"Don't be afraid, I won't leave you."
Even though the silver-haired girl didn't respond to her at all, she gently released the silver-haired girl's hand, afraid of upsetting her.
She rolled out of bed and stretched.
"Ah, how long have I been asleep?"
She rolled out of bed and stood by the full-length mirror, tidying her clothes, which were somewhat disheveled from the passionate encounter.
"...Huh?"
She suddenly felt a tightness in her chest. Not only in her chest, but even the close-fitting clothes and the tailor-made long dress she was wearing seemed to have become somewhat ill-fitting.
Looking closely at herself in the mirror, the blonde girl in the mirror seemed to have a strange, dazed feeling about her.
She quickly realized the source of this unfamiliarity—
"...I..."
"Is this...me?"
hum-
Her pupils turned crimson.
"I..."
She took two steps back for a moment, but then she blinked and her pupils turned bright red again.
...
Her stiff expression vanished in an instant, replaced by a satisfied smile.
"Ah, I never expected little Shirley's power... to have such an effect."
She gently licked the blood from the corner of her mouth.
"It's amazing that this body can grow; no wonder the clothes don't fit properly anymore."
She admired herself in the mirror for a moment, quite pleased with her increasingly beautiful and voluptuous curves.
"Heh, truly worthy of being called the blood of a queen, unparalleled in its own right..."
She looked at the silver-haired girl on the bed, who lay there like a doll. The lonely vampire queen remained silent, offering no response.
"In this way, we are only one step away from completing the 'container'."
The blonde girl left the room silently.
...
Soon after, she arrived at the table placed in the center of the dark hall.
The three broken sections of the gun handle floated there. Enveloped in purple light, its sacred radiance was no longer what it once was.
Its gun barrel had gradually turned black, and several tentacles made of black mist continuously transmitted dark energy into the purple mist.
The girl stood beside it, and the seemingly dangerous purple mist appeared to have no effect on her whatsoever.
She stroked the broken gun barrel with adoration, whispering softly:
"Don't be afraid, Longinus. I have prepared a new 'container' for you."
"Don't be impatient. Your new container... will take some time to complete, but you'll be very satisfied."
"Because...it will be the most precious and powerful body in this world."
Chapter 49 Hometown
"Hmm... Bailing City. I have a feeling that a lot of stories have happened in this place."
Yin Shang stood at the observation deck of a high-rise building in the East District, overlooking this small town. Across the river, the West District was quite different from the bustling area here. The lights of each household in the low-rise houses were scattered like lonely stars in the sky.
He has been here for a day and a night, and the investigation has made significant progress.
Yin Shang located the West Side Church from his vantage point, nodded thoughtfully, and set off.
Head to that church.
Because the person he was investigating had worked in that church.
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“I found this place based on the message Torre left on my hand: ‘West District Church, Yang Qi.’ I also learned who this ‘Yang Qi’ is.”
Yin Shangdao.
According to Yin Shang, this man was once a priest, and this city was his hometown where he was born and raised. According to Torre, he was the royal knight appointed by the vampire queen, and he died five years ago.
"And the vampire queen lived in seclusion in this small town for several years."
Yin Shang's mind was in a state of confusion.
"What the hell? How could the vampire queen be so close to a priest from a church?"
Reinhardt started using its little brain too: "So, you think he might have some kind of relationship with the vampire princess who also shares the surname 'Yang'? Am I right, Master?"
“Yes, there are some things Torre can’t say outright, but that’s at least how I understand it,” Yin Shang said.
"The church doesn't seem to be closed yet, let's go in and take a look."
...
Yin Shang went straight into the main hall of the chapel, which could barely accommodate less than a hundred people. It was a small chapel that was quite in line with the character of this small town.
Presumably, they are also struggling to make ends meet, as the church presents a picture of financial hardship. Despite their efforts to conceal it, their dilapidated state is hard to hide.
After all, churches have never been very popular in the East, and in a small town like this, where there's little competition and just enough to get by, no one would come to the church seeking solace. At this moment, there wasn't a soul in sight in the church.
"Is nobody here now? Did the priest forget to close the door?"
Yin Shang scratched his head, and seeing that no one was around, he was about to leave when suddenly someone called out to him.
...
"Oh, a church knight? What brings you to my humble temple?"
The owner of the voice stood up from behind the priest's lectern. Apparently, he had been squatting behind the lectern tidying up his things and hadn't been noticed by Yin Shang for a moment.
He was dressed in a pure white priest's robe, which had been shortened by a tailor to have a local folk style, but still retained its clerical characteristics; and judging from the crow's feet on his face and his graying sideburns, he was undoubtedly a veteran.
"If you're here to offer some prayers, then I'm sorry, young man, today's prayer time is over. I also need to go home for dinner."
The old priest was full of energy and didn't look like an elderly person at all. His demeanor was still like that of a vigorous middle-aged man, so Yin Shang preferred to call him Uncle.
"Uncle Priest, I'm here to find someone."
He went straight to the point and pulled out the photo of the Royal Guard.
"This person used to work here. Do you know him?"
The priest's smiling expression vanished the instant he saw the photo.
"Who asked you to come?"
boom!
No sooner had he finished speaking than the church doors slammed shut.
Yin Shang sensed something was wrong. It was his sixth sense, honed through his experience as a combatant, that allowed him to vaguely detect a dangerous aura.
He sensed that this priest was no ordinary person. Yin Shang had always firmly believed that the more remote and inconspicuous a place was, the more likely it was to harbor hidden talents.
"Ah...haha, I'm his comrade-in-arms. I helped him fight the fallen Pope back then. Although I don't even know his name and only met him once, we got along very well. After that incident, he disappeared without a trace, so I followed the clues here to find out where he is and thank him for saving my life back then."
He scratched his head with an awkward laugh and made up a very flimsy excuse.
"Laws and decrees".
The priest didn't seem to be listening to his fabricated story. He frowned, brought his fingers together, and hooked them upwards. Suddenly, the Sword of Hesitation on Yin Shang's back detached from the canvas bag and flew straight out.
"Rhine... no, my sword! Uncle, what are you doing!"
It hovered in the air, swaying gently, and the faint golden light it emitted slightly illuminated the dim church.
The priest opened his eyes wide:
"It turned out to be it!"
He raised his hand again and waved the sword back to Yin Shang's hand.
“Young man, do you know the origin of this sword? I mean, its true origin, not the ‘origin’ you obtained from the church.”
Yin Shang shook his head: "I don't know. But I'm here to find my comrade-in-arms..."
The priest sighed heavily and gestured for him to sit down on a church pew.
"Of course I know who your comrades are."
He took the photo from Yin Shang's hand and gently stroked the young face on it.
“You’ve come to the right person. And I also know something about your sword that you might be interested in.”
"Let me, an old man who has no desires left, tell you one thing at a time."
He paused.
"The person you're looking for... is my son, Yang Qi."
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