Chapter 1483: Twilight Event (Part 5)

Red Robin kept watching the scenery outside the taxi window in silence. Lilith asked in his mind: "What did you understand?"

"The murderer has a grudge against Cain."

The leap in logic was too great; Lilith didn't react for a moment. She was silent for a while and asked: "Why?"

"A very simple logical deduction question... Oh, I forgot you are a demon and probably don't read the 'Bible'. The sacrifice Abel offered to God was the fat of the sheep he herded, and God was pleased with it."

"If the dead were human, then I would think this might be the work of a serial killer who uses stories from the 'Bible' as a theme. But that man was a vampire, a subordinate of the Blood Queen Mary, and the Blood Queen's master is Cain."

"Therefore, I left there immediately, because I know that the Blood Queen Mary will not ignore the death of her subordinate. Soon Mary will go there to check the situation. That stupid woman will be clueless and recount this scene to her master, or even bring her master there."

"Cain has seen with his own eyes how the younger son favored by God killed the lamb and took the fat from its abdomen, and gained more favor through this sacrifice. He will definitely be stimulated by this scene. So, guess who he will vent his anger on?"

"... Mary?" Lilith speculated.

"You are not too stupid." Red Robin's tone was so calm that Lilith couldn't even find a reason to get angry at him.

Red Robin sighed lightly and took the small display screen out of his arms. As soon as the screen turned on, Cain's gloomy face appeared in the center.

The camera was positioned right above the corpse, so every expression on Cain's face could be seen clearly.

There was an unfathomable coldness on his pale, handsome face, while the Blood Queen Mary stood beside the corpse and shrieked: "He actually dared to kill my child?! He was my first descendant, my eldest son! I will definitely suck his blood dry!"

Upon hearing the word 'eldest son', Cain's pupils contracted slightly. Unexpectedly, the Blood Queen Mary was slapped to the ground by an invisible force.

She lay on the ground in disbelief, looking around, and then met Cain's incredibly cold gaze.

"G-God, Master, great ancestor, please forgive me! I didn't expect Morgan to be killed! This damned waste actually drank mercury... Master, please rest assured, this will never hinder our great plan! I still have many excellent descendants... Urgh, urgh, urgh!

!"

The Blood Queen Mary let out a sharp scream. She opened her mouth wide as if being choked, her eyeballs bulging, constantly scratching her chin with her hands.

"Master, save me..."

With a 'bang', Mary was thrown to the ground by the door, her gorgeous dress stained with blood and filth. She clutched her chest in pain, gasping and coughing, while Cain didn't even look at her as he walked past.

"Find the murderer and bring him to me."

The taxi stopped by the Thames. The spectacular Westminster Abbey looked even more magnificent under the night. Red Robin got out of the car and walked toward Westminster Abbey.

Westminster Abbey was not open for visitors at this time, but that couldn't stop the agile Red Robin. He successfully lured away the night-shift security guard and slipped in through the side transept of the church.

"I don't think someone who would remove all the skin from the abdomen and waist of a humanoid creature and scrape away the fat would truly believe in God." Red Robin said while walking in the dark church: "God is just an excuse for their crazy actions."

"But I don't think he is just killing; he wants to leave some information. Abdominal fat is a sacrifice to God, and Westminster Abbey is known as the place closest to God in England."

Going out through the side door of the transept and bypassing the courtyard, Red Robin deliberately walked in through the main entrance of the auditorium. The huge pointed door was pushed open a small crack, and light like a sharp sword shot out from the crack, making the patterns on the carpet look blurred.

A ceremony had been held here not long ago, Red Robin thought, walking in through the crack. His boots made no sound on the dark red carpet, and Westminster Abbey was oppressively silent.

Walking along the long red carpet to the pulpit, in the cold moonlight passing through three huge pointed Gothic windows, a glass bottle as clear and bright as a gemstone was placed in the center of the pulpit.

Red Robin walked over slowly and reached out toward the glass bottle. He stared at the settled fat in the bottle and said like a sleepwalker: "Honey and wine..."

When Red Robin's fingertips were about to touch the glass bottle, he slowly lowered his hand, took a deep breath, and said: "No, the ritual is not yet complete; he still needs more sacrifices."

Red Robin looked around, as if seeing the dense jars that hadn't appeared yet but already existed in his field of vision—filling the entire pulpit, containing ointment as white as jade and newborn skin.

Red Robin watched all this quietly. He invested himself in observing, understanding, and appreciating, and then fantasized further.

"He will put candle wicks into all the bottles, let them burn like the candles used during sermons, let the wisps of smoke rise to the sky with the moonlight..."

Red Robin said vaguely, until Lilith's high-pitched call woke him up. This ancient demon asked in a surprised tone: "If I weren't the devil, I would really think you were bewitched by the devil! What on earth are you talking about?"

"Art." Red Robin lowered his eyelids, looking at the boundless candlelight that didn't exist. He reached out a hand again and rested it on the edge of the pulpit, saying: "The art of deconstructing life that you cannot understand."

"Let those who are not accepted become slaughtered sacrifices, let the blood of those who crave blood be abandoned, let the lives of the immortal become short-burning candle flames, let... let... No! No! This is incomplete!"

Red Robin turned around and looked around, raising his voice: "A part is missing, this painting is missing a corner!"

"Wake up! Tim!" Lilith shouted loudly: "You are bewitched. I command you to wake up!"

Instantly, the spiritual power belonging to the ancient demon rippled out. Red Robin groaned in pain while clutching his head, but he knelt down powerlessly and hugged his head, saying: "Don't disturb me, I am looking for the missing corner of this great work of art..."

"Who on earth is the devil?! Can you wake up??!"

"I know! I know!" Red Robin suddenly straightened up, held onto the chair beside him, stumbled to the pulpit, and looked up.

The three huge Gothic pointed windows had complex patterns difficult for ordinary people to understand, but Red Robin didn't look at the windows themselves anymore, but at the sky outside the windows.

"What on earth are you doing?!" Lilith roared.

"Shh..." Red Robin held up a finger to make a shushing gesture and said: "Do you hear it? The sound of birds flapping their wings..."

He stared at the window so intently that he didn't notice the passage of time at all, until the night grew thicker and dark clouds completely obscured the moonlight.

A 'rustling' sound echoed, but that was not Red Robin's hallucination, but a real, fragmented sound.

Lilith looked at the sky through Red Robin's eyes. The dark clouds were stirred away by countless vortex-like air currents; that was the wind brought by the flapping of bats' wings.

Thousands of bats swept across the sky over the foggy city, obscuring all light. In the pitch-black church, only a little brilliant light erupted in the young man's pupils.

The light of torches flashed past Master of the Night Jim's eyes. Screams, blood, and fire filled the entire manor. A group of bats swept over Jim's head, turning into Bennett's human form. He turned his head abruptly to look out the window.

When he saw the endless army of bats in the sky rushing toward the skyline of London like a black cloud, his pupils shrank.

After stiffening for a moment, Bennett turned to Master of the Night Jim and said: "We've been tricked! Their target is London! Go back quickly!"

Master of the Night Jim rushed to the window in three steps, staring dumbfoundedly at the bat army in the sky. He cursed fiercely and looked back at the interior of the manor with some worry, saying.

"No, we can't leave the Joseph-Gai family alone. They have guarded the Blood of Merlin for generations. If the vampires get it, they might become even stronger."

At this time, Deadman Boston ran over from the side door of the manor and said: "Did you see it? The vampires are launching a large-scale attack on London. The Second Blood War is about to break out!"

"There is no Blood War..." Jim shook his head and said: "The great mages have suffered heavy casualties, the magical world is in shambles, and we can't even organize a decent resistance force."

"But we can't just give up on London." Deadman Boston pursed his lips and said: "You know what kind of harm it would cause to the world if they turned all the people in London into blood descendants."

Jim sighed and said: "You two take the survivors of the Joseph-Gai family away. I'm going back to Maya to find friends who can help."

"What about Zatanna?" Bennett asked.

"She is strong, but she cannot participate in the battle until she wakes up. Take good care of her."

Jim's portal had already opened, but at this time, another portal came faster. Master Andrew with white hair and Madame Xanadu walked out of the portal that had just opened.

"Bad news, Jim." Andrew walked quickly to Jim and said: "That group of people in the Great Mage Alliance intends to renegotiate with the demons."

"Renegotiate? Isn't this a good thing?" Jim said in surprise.

"But the way they make the demons sit down and negotiate again is not by forcing them, but by selling themselves out!" Andrew gritted his teeth and said: "They are willing to accept unequal treaties just to get power again. Some people are even willing to sell their souls in exchange for less than one-tenth of their original power."

Jim cursed fiercely. He took several deep breaths to calm himself down, then said: "John was right, this is a bunch of idiots!"

Madame Xanadu stepped forward and said: "Some of them were beaten half to death by other creditors who came to their doors, forcing them to beg the demons to pay off debts with debts."

"But there are also many people who are reluctant to give up the glory of the magical world. Do you think they can accept working nine-to-five in an office like office workers just to fill their stomachs if the magical world is gone?"

"It is easy to go from frugality to luxury, but difficult to go from luxury to frugality." Deadman Boston sighed and said: "How many mages rely entirely on portals to walk? Can you expect them to return to the days of taking the bus?"

Andrew also sighed and said: "I admit that the great mages are too deep in the magical world. We almost don't deal with the ordinary world anymore, hiding in our own mage towers all day ordering our apprentices around. Almost no one bothers to manage industries in the ordinary human society."

"After the spatial rifts of the mage towers collapsed, most of the property disappeared with them. If we just return to the ordinary human society like this, we can only be beggars. But I still cannot accept kneeling to beg the demons for power."

"Is there no other solution?" Jim said in a tone on the verge of collapse: "The magical world has existed for so many years, has no one foreseen today's situation and come up with a solution?!"

"Of course there are ways, but almost no one is willing to try." Andrew smiled bitterly and said: "We still have a lot of power ourselves, and some objects with energy were rescued by apprentices, but compared to the past, what I squandered is just a drop in the bucket."

"I don't want to kneel to the demons, but I don't want to beg on the street, so I can only save energy."

Andrew turned around and let out a long sigh, saying in a tone that was exhausted but also a bit fortunate.

"Fortunately, I am not one of those crazy young mages. In my early years, I also studied energy-saving magic circles, but at that time energy was abundant, so I didn't study it deeply, and the efficiency of the magic circles was very low."

"Now, this old bone of mine has to be an apprentice again. I hope that magical apprentice named Bruce Wayne can use his wise academic brain to teach us how to perfectly utilize the little power we have left." ===== CHAPTER 1484 =====