Chapter 1918: 1918 7

Vipers, naru, cherry blossoms, sylvia, and five people for several nights fled to the Silver Storm Hall main house and took a breather.

"I don't think it's a glimmer."

Finishing the ritual for the de-cursion of the cursed butter, said Sylvia the bathman.

"Sister, aren't you using some weird shampoo? The incense is amazing..."

"I thought too..."

"You're rude guys. You're just hypersensitive to incense other than the shampoo or conditioner you're used to in your own house."

To the words of Viper and how many nights, Sylvia smiles.

"Sister, let's call in the Silver Storm Hall people for backup. There's one other job in there right now, and a lot of people are free, right?

For many nights, Sylvia waves with a rare face.

"This job isn't exactly the same as escorting people. Except for you, I'm resistant to letting you hang out. I'm a viper, like I'm dating someone special."

Sylvia told the story without telling me.

"Sorry, sister."

"Ha, I've been taking care of you since you were a hungry ghost. I don't care."

Sylvia laughs and shows the sorry viper.

"Well... I don't mean I'm already special to your sister. You can't ask for anything else, but you can turn it around to me."

How many nights to make your eyes shine.

"Is that what you get along with, after all?

"Uh, say whatever you want already."

Viper asked, and Sylvia let him wave his hand small looking troublesome.

"No, Naoki, you've peeked into Naoki's head. How'd it go?

Asked by Viper, Nal's face clouds.

"Naoki's psychic wave, typical homicidal maniac. Enjoy taking your life, then you're innocent."

"It's the kind of person I'm used to."

Listen to Nall and the viper throws up in a grumpy way.

"Regardless of comics and lanobes, if you're good in real life, you're in trouble. I thought you were the type to enjoy killing."

And, turning to Viper, Sylvia said.

"I hate the word" kill. "You don't even see them as lives? Break it and stop moving. I won't admit that it exists as a life, so I'll tear it apart and deny it. Break it, not your life."

"It's no different than killing."

A cherry blossom penetrating into a viper who says with a slight laugh.

"It's nothing different from killing the process and the results, but it's not the Viper's perception, is it?"

I turned my gaze to the cherry blossoms and Sylvia said with intent to follow.

"Sort of. I'm not trying to make you understand."

With a bitter laugh, Viper shrugged her shoulders.

"I... you were a frog in the well. I can't believe there was such a strong guy. And you guys are a lot stronger than me. I've been doing this all my life with miscellaneous fish..."

Remembering how the battle went earlier, Sakura said. The enemies and allies were all much stronger than themselves. I've never had an experience like this before.

"I feel sorry for you in so many ways. I lost and ran away. I was ashamed."

"You've had a good experience. And then I survived, so I'm good."

Vipers encourage cherry blossoms.

"It's a lot better than the vipers we had when we were hungry. When it comes to the way he looks, it's already painful to see him."

"Sister... please don't. Seriously, stop."

Viper begs Sylvia, who spreads a mean grin and talks, to pull her face off.

"When this matter is over, I will ask Miyakuni to give it a serious audition. And besides vampires, I'll find someone else to fight for. Otherwise, I'll have the people here auditioned."

cherry blossoms declare.

"I'm busy looking like this, and you should ask Viper. 'Cause he's got plenty of time."

"Are you Neat?

In the wake of Sylvia's words, the cherry blossom turns to the viper and asks straight.

"Who would put an archery on a rude potty like you?"

"Oh, I'm sorry..."

Cherry blossoms laughed and apologized to the flashing viper.

For Terrence Moore, the head of Sea Chihuahua, the story of a vampire, Biru Miyakuni, falling under Vandam's umbrella was complicated.

Once a sea chihuahua stole a vampire virus from grass dew milk and created vampires all over the world. Later, by the hands of the Mad Scientists holding the Grimm Penis, they even make a new type of fortified vampire. The vampires naturally know about this, and they don't feel comfortable. Some must be clearly hostile.

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"Is Miyakuni really going to be one of us? Are you not distrustful of sea chihuahuas?

Terrence in front of Van Damme, confirming with suspicion. The same room also had Tyrone and Historical Pleasure.

"I've touched on the matter, and you've drawn on this situation. Maybe I'm not emotionally convinced."

And, Van Damme.

"Vampires are troublesome people out there. I used to split up individually and do whatever I wanted, but now I hear that we are united as a species and have very strong lateral ties. When you go out with them, you're gonna get a lot of trouble."

Tyrone advised with an uncomfortable face.

"Those people have to swallow properly, too. To be the ruler of the paranormal realm."

Van Damme glances at Tyrone, spreading his unscrupulous grin and lying.

"What exactly are we going to do?"

"We don't have much data on them, and we don't know until we actually have a problem."

Van Damme shrugs his shoulders at Tyrone, who still penetrates.

"If you put vampires under your umbrella who are uncomfortable, hyper-chronic, and troublesome, it would be a good appeal to the rest of the world."

Tyrone with an attitude that I don't blatantly care about.

"Cuckoo. I'm welcome if vampires are the source of trouble. If you rebel, you can use it as an experimental bench. If anyone says a mess without having to rebel, I want you to connect them to an early mouth seal and a lab course."

Historical pleasure in direct appeal of one's own desires, but the other three ignored.

"We are noble! It surpasses all of people and even makes people food! And yet why do we have to live unnoticed in the shadow of the world!

Operator Florescu complains in desperate shape.

"You must know the answer, Florescu"

"We're human beings, too. I was just reborn as a vampire in surgery."

"Operator, you don't have to live here to avoid people."

Spit away with the contemptuous look of the symbiotic true ancestors toward the manipulator who summons to hysterics. Hearing that, the operator gets even more blood on his head.

"Yeah, because we have power, people have been afraid of us and oppressing us in numbers! But how long do you have to do that! At the end of the day, you symbiotics who choose the path to yield to humans will always be mainstream vampires all over the world! Such humiliation!?

The summoning manipulator is subjected to several derisions. That culminates in the humiliation and anger of the operator.

That was a memory of the past. It was a nightmare the operator would see over and over again.

"Because that's the smart choice. I mean, not everyone is as stupid as you are."

"Immersing ourselves in noble races and self-indulgence, but as a reality, we live within human society. Don't turn away from it."

"Operator, I don't hate the childish personality that straightens your emotions like that."

A bunch of mockery showered from symbiotic vampires. In the talks between the Lonely and Symbiotic, the Lonely who went out was one operator. We aroused for hours to assert our superiority and legitimacy at all, but ended up in jail.

But there was also the fruit of that effort. The lonely vampires were ashamed of their absence from the talks, and sent praises to the manipulators who fought for the loners, who gained their place as lonely leaders.

Originally speaking of combat power alone, he was an operator at the height of the loneliness, but what he gained here is huge because he was not able to stand around very well politically and did not acknowledge inside among the loneliness. But the manipulator burns to his heart as a memory of humiliation, as many times as he dreams.

The operator who wakes up from the nightmare gets out of the coffin and goes underground early enough.

Humiliation in talks with symbiotics led the manipulator to point its angry spearhead at humans as well.

I also know that the truth is that what the symbiotics say is not wrong is right by reason. But so what happened? Whatever reason, whatever the truth and the reality, I'm not convinced by emotion. That's all for lonely vampires.

Open the basement door and turn on the light.

There were numerous pieces of torture equipment arranged, hands and feet restrained, eyes and mouths blocked, a few old men dressed only in amulets, rolled on the floor.

"Well, the blood bags... who am I going to be today"

In the stench emitted by the old men, the manipulators nod their tongues and say in the voice they hear. The old men tremble in unison.

"Come."

Grabbing the root of one of the old men, the operator put the old man on a triangle trojan horse with one hand and hammered him on his leg. It even generates a magical fire beneath the hammer to scorch your feet.

"Huh! Mm-hmm!

"Hahaha, an unusual outfit. And it's gonna ring in a good voice."

He gives a groan, sees the old man shake his head desperately, and the operator laughs with care.

The manipulator stuck his fangs in the neck of the agonizing old man, sucking out the blood.

If you continue to torture too disproportionately, you get used to the pain. That doesn't make it funny, and it doesn't taste like blood. That's when you're in pain, the taste of blood gets better. I don't know if it's for the other vampires, but the operator feels that way.

The old men incarcerated here are former powerful men and former celebrities. Managers, landlords, politicians, entertainers, after they retired, vampired where they were hospitalized and dying, on the condition of giving them new raw. And I turned it into a blood bag.

This is how the operator eats, and this is what the operator eats. By toying and domesticating the powerful of human society, the manipulator was satisfied with a distorted desire for domination, vengeance and appetite.

One day I want to manage all the humans in this world as blood bags by vampires, the operator thinks. We want to create a human ranch, and all humans want to live there as livestock. I dream of such a day.

"Chris, let's destroy the grim penis. It's not easy to manage us when we're human."

At the end of the blood-sucking, the operator calls his son.

"Tomorrow, you will lead the gesture to a power reconnaissance. Take Naoki with you."

That said, he hung up, while the operator had decided to head there a little late.

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