Chapter 46 (1/2)
The expression on Isabella's beautiful face has been distorted, and all kinds of expressions of sadness, pain and pleasure are mixed and twisted together
The pupils of her eyes had spread, and two bright red blood tears flowed from the corners of her eyes and dropped on the ground to freeze into ice.
Isabella's left hand was so blue that she grabbed the right hand holding the stake and struggled hard to stop herself from killing her fallen husband. Her right hand scratched the skin and blood vessels because her left hand was too hard.
”Ah!! mage, that's enough, I know... You're here! I'll give you my soul, faith, wealth and life and let the poor woman go... Poof... Cough and cough” gaiyo Abel looked at his wife from the corner of his eye and shouted hoarsely with his remaining strength.
He knew that it must be the mage's means that controlled his wife's soul. Even after thousands of years, the mage's tricks were still so mean and vicious.
When Mrs. vampire heard her husband's hoarse cry, she was devastated and finally made up her mind.
Mrs. vampire mobilized the only left hand that she could control. All muscles, bones, blood vessels and veins exerted force at the same time, and instantly pulled off the connection between her right hand and her shoulder.
The stake and broken arm fell to the floor in pieces.
”Ha... Ha...” Isabella gasped with a crimson face. At the moment of self mutilation, she took back the lost control. She wanted to come forward to hold her husband and was afraid to continue to hurt him. The woman retreated several steps in panic and almost tripped her heel
Except for the days when she first became a vampire nine centuries ago, the vampire wife rarely had such a helpless time. Now she can only look at her husband lying on the ground from a distance. She dare not approach gaio Abel for fear of hurting him. I dare not stay away from him for fear of farewell.
Isabella's beautiful eyes full of blood and tears looked straight at her husband. She didn't even dare to heal her right hand.
Gaio Abel's vampire physique allowed him to recover when his heart was broken. After he recovered the slightest strength, he twisted his neck and looked at his wife and said, ”run, run, Isabella, run back to the millennium city of brenhild. Under the wings of the black wing Lord [never return], you will be safe... Cough...”
Gaio Abel managed to control his heart muscles and spewed another stream of blood as he spoke. The painstaking efforts that should have been controlled by his heart are now controlled by another mysterious force, which continues to pass through his body with his power.
Without this power, he can recover in half an hour.
”No, Abel, I can't leave you. We swore that I don't want to separate!” Isabella shook her head helplessly.
Suddenly her pupils contracted and she looked nervous and looked around.
She was frightened again.
Blood, endless blood, the blood of Isabella and gaio Abel slowly converged and deformed on the ground like life.
Like blood red unknown insects, like curses, like secrets, like runes, twisted and chaotic crawling all over the ground, walls, coffins and the top of tombs.
Under Isabella's gaze, these cursed blood sent out an unknown flirtatious red light, and composed a paragraph with all the languages she could understand, a dense blasphemy, and a blood Sutra repeating the curse.
Eat it eat it eatit
MangeçESisst φάτο Eatit
MangeçaESisst φάτο
Eat it eat it eatit
MangeçESisst φάτο Eatit
MangeçaESisst φάτο
Isabella's broken arm suddenly jumped up like a zombie, and her fingers kept kicking on the ground like a pianist, then stretched out her index finger and pointed to her husband.
”Who are you?” Isabella smashed the stone wall of the tomb with a residual hand to create the dust filled the tomb, trying to let the dust find the hidden black hand.
Of course, she didn't find anything hidden.
She looked around in horror, and she kept turning around.
”Who are you? Why are you teasing us! Please let Abel go, I'll listen to you.” she said in horror, trying to get information and negotiate.
Of course, the dark existence did not respond, the bloody scriptures covered with tombs were distorted more seriously, like anger, like roaring, and all blasphemous words kept shaking and flashing.
Isabella's vision began to blur and confusion, and everything subsided, leaving only the bloody Bible.
These words are not so much language as command and domination