Chapter 1490: Twilight Event (Part 12)

The tall and magnificent Westminster Abbey looked even more magnificent in the dusk, but the long shadows left by the light also looked like swords piercing the earth, appearing exceptionally sharp and ferocious.

This was no longer a sacred place, but had become a base for evil vampires to invade London. The magnificent and holy colonnades were full of blood and stains. When leather shoes stepped on the long carpet, they were stained with a trace of filth on the side.

Cain frowned lightly. He waved his hand, and the breeze caused by the energy swept over the carpet, making the dirt on it disappear in an instant, but his expression did not soften, and his brows furrowed even deeper.

But he still walked to the end along the carpet. There was a private prayer room for VIPs. When Cain stood at the door and looked in through the observation window, a black-haired young man was leaning on a chair, sleeping soundly.

Cain's expression finally softened a bit. He pushed the door and walked in. The young man trembled all over like a frightened lamb, but soon he pretended to be calm, put his hand into a fist and placed it by his mouth, coughed twice, looked up at Cain, and said: "You, why don't you knock on the door?"

"I just came to check on your condition." Cain stood by the door, adjusting the cufflinks on his wrists as he spoke.

"I'm fine."

"So, you are ready for the embrace ritual."

"This requires preparation? Wait, you haven't told me what this ritual is for..." Bruce revealed a blank expression.

But Cain sneered and said: "You don't really think you can transform into my descendant just by chanting a few spells, do you? The embrace ritual is considered cruel among all rituals in the magical world, and if you want to obtain my power, this process is destined to be very long."

"So what exactly is it?"

Cain began to pace at the door. He didn't know where he got the patience to explain these things to a human. Perhaps it was because the Blood Queen Mary kept repeating the plan that had already been repeated ten million times in his ears, and kept emphasizing its importance, making him feel annoyed.

"First, I will suck your blood dry." Cain stared coldly at Bruce with red vertical pupils. Seeing the fear that flashed through the young man's eyes and was then forcibly suppressed, he nodded with satisfaction.

Knowing fear means one can be tamed; being able to suppress fear means being greedy enough. This is the best lamb.

"The moment you die from blood loss, I will feed you my blood. It will replace all the blood in your body."

"This process usually takes seven to ten days. You will lie in the coffin I prepared for you, feeling how my blood flows through your heart and your soul."

"During this process, you will feel the power of blood, and at the same time, you will resonate with my bloodline, thus becoming my most devout believer, hiding nothing from me. The stronger the blood, the more devout the descendant."

"Uh, so what preparations do I need to make?" Bruce still couldn't help asking.

"You don't need to do anything, just stay healthy." Cain was very satisfied with his reaction. Just as he was about to continue saying something, a high-pitched call suddenly came from outside the door.

"Great ancestor, the patriarch of the Ventrue clan has come to visit, Her Majesty Mary asks you to go over immediately..."

I don't know if it was because of the first half or the second half, Cain frowned heavily again, but he didn't show it, instead turning and leaving.

After Cain left, Beelzebub's voice sounded in Bruce's mind, saying: "What should we do now? He is going to perform the embrace ritual on you. I warned you before that the power of this ritual is very strong, and there is almost no possibility of reversal."

"I heard that Cain's status is not particularly high, but he is very ancient?"

Beelzebub sent a positive emotion and said: "He is the son of Adam and Eve, how could he not be ancient?"

"I saw in a book recording theological history that when he was banished from the Garden of Eden and descended to the Red Sea, Adam's sister and wife Lilith once gave him a drop of her blood. Is this true?"

"That is true. Why are you asking this?"

"That is to say, he has Adam's bloodline and Lilith's bloodline. Actually, he is closer to God than Abel?"

"When he obtained Lilith's blood, Abel was already dead. But if you follow the bloodline theory, it is indeed the case." Beelzebub, as if rarely having time to chat, seized the time and said: "He is more like the son of Adam and Lilith. He is the existence closest to God besides those created by God Himself."

"Why don't you run now?" Beelzebub had a tone of 'iron not becoming steel': "If you have any plan, it's best to start now. All vampires have toxins in their fangs. Once they pierce your body, you will immediately be unable to move, and even I can't save you."

"Let's not talk about this, but I do need to go out now."

After finishing, Bruce pried open the door lock, walked into the empty auditorium along the corridor of the prayer room, and reached the roof by nimbly following the patterns on the outer wall of the Gothic church.

Under the cover of night, Bruce turned around the entire cathedral with the agility of Batman, and then locked onto a target. It was a young vampire walking out angrily. He had just had a conflict with his companions. The prey they brought back wasn't enough for three vampires to share. During the argument, the fragile prey was killed. When Bruce arrived, the other two vampires were joining forces to drive this unlucky guy away, telling him not to come and share the already scarce food.

The Blood Queen Mary ordered not to infringe too much on ordinary human society, so food was not abundant now. These vampires with impure bloodlines needed to eat a lot to maintain their strength, and once they were hungry, the appetite and bloodthirsty desire hundreds of times stronger than humans would make them lose their reason.

Bruce was clear about this, so he fell down from the balcony at a high place lightly, just landing in front of this vampire. The young vampire was dizzy with hunger and didn't bother to look at who Bruce was, so he pounced on him.

His speed was fast, but Bruce was not slow, and he had long ago figured out the terrain here when wandering on the roof, so he ran wildly all the way, bringing this hungry vampire back to the door of the prayer room.

He slammed the door shut and deliberately held onto the door lock tightly. The young vampire, who was already starving, didn't care and scratched the door lock with his claws. With a 'click', the metal lock fell off, and the door panel was also torn apart.

"Ah ah ah ah ah ah ah!

!"

The young man's scream echoed in the cathedral. A few minutes later, Bruce, with a long wound on his chest, lay pale on the chair in the prayer room. Cain, with a murderous look in his eyes, stared at the Blood Queen Mary lying on the ground.

"Who allowed you to hurt my prey?!" The anger in Cain's tone could no longer be hidden, and Mary said in a terrified tone: "Sorry, Master, it was me who didn't watch my descendants well. They are still young and don't understand the rules. I really didn't know..."

This didn't extinguish Cain's anger at all. He reached out a hand, and the invisible force lifted Mary into the air. The big hand tightened, and Mary's eyeballs immediately bulged, her neck about to be broken.

Immediately after, countless blood flew out of her mouth, nose, and eyes and fell into Cain's hand. When Mary fell to the ground, she gasped for breath as if dying, so weak that she couldn't even stand up.

Cain deprived her of 80% of her power, making her no different from those low-born vampires, and finally just looked at her coldly and said: "Do you really think you are that important to me? I am the ancestor of all vampires. After I return, both the Sabbat and the Camarilla will be united, and your stupid plans will only slow me down."

"Get out!" Cain turned and said mercilessly.

With a 'bang', the door of the prayer room closed. Cain raised his hand, and a stream of pure power surged into Bruce's body. Instantly, the wounds on his body healed.

"I didn't let him bite my neck because I thought you might be unhappy." Bruce lowered his head and said: "But that was really terrible. Will it hurt this much when you bite me?"

Cain's hand paused significantly. He never expected Bruce to say this, but he still shook his head and said: "No, you won't feel anything."

"Then I have to lie in that damned coffin for seven days, and can't see you for seven days?"

Cain paused again. When Bruce's blue eyes looked at him, he instinctively didn't want to say the answer that was already on his lips.

So, this answer took a detour and became a more tactful sentence: "The longer you lie, the greater the power you will gain."

"But I don't need such powerful strength."

The implication of this sentence was obvious. Cain looked into

Thus, the answer took a detour and became a more tactful statement: "The longer you lie there, the greater the power you will gain."

"But I don't need such powerful strength."

The subtext of this sentence could not have been more obvious. Cain looked into Bruce's eyes, and for a moment, he actually didn't know how to respond.

"The sooner we start, the sooner it ends." Cain could only say this, but Bruce still stared at him blankly, so he had to add: "And you'll be able to see me sooner."

"I say, what are you doing?!"

Beelzebub was practically screaming: "I know you humans aren't picky about what you eat, but you don't have to go as far as Cain too... You're not, are you?!"

Bruce ignored Beelzebub entirely. He just kept staring into Cain's eyes. After a long while, a trace of fragility appeared on his face, and the gaze from those ice-like blue eyes seemed to suddenly melt.

"Right now." Bruce stood up and walked to the opposite side of Cain, standing very close to him, while looking directly into his eyes and saying: "Grant me the power to protect myself; don't let such a terrifying thing happen to me ever again."

Cain looked at the panic in his eyes, but he felt no triumph as he had in the past; instead, there was an anger he himself hadn't noticed and a nearly imperceptible sadness.

The next second, Cain pulled Bruce's upper body into an embrace, grabbed the back of his head with his hand to tilt it to the side, and pressed his fangs straight against his neck.

"Pfft."

Sharp fangs pierced the blood vessels, and incredibly sweet blood flowed into Cain's mouth, but what followed was not the powerful strength he had imagined, but a terrifying madness rooted in the bottom layer of the world, one that was almost impossible to resist.

Cain widened his eyes slowly. He gasped for air, his heart beating more violently than it ever had before; he struggled desperately as if he were being entangled by something.

The moment the fangs were pulled out, behind the flying droplets of blood was Bruce's suddenly cold expression.

Cain, having pulled out his fangs, retreated rapidly. He clutched his own throat tightly, retreating powerlessly, constantly suppressing the expression on his face. The power in his body surged continuously, but it was completely unable to alleviate his pain, just like drinking an unsolvable poison.

Short, gasping sounds issued from his throat, as if something were trying to squeeze its way out of his windpipe.

Suddenly, he went still, then lowered his head, standing there like a statue. After a long while, his shoulders began to heave.

When a low, subtle laugh, almost impossible to detect, echoed through the cathedral, Bruce, his neck and shoulders covered in fresh blood, looked at him calmly and said.

"Those I hate, those I love, those I hurt, those who hurt me, those who fight me, those who drink my blood, those who want to harm me, those who want to save me—in the end, there will only ever be one: the Joker."

Beelzebub was completely stunned by this insane scene before him. He roared in Bruce's mind: "Satan above! What did you do to Cain?!"

Then he asked in a tone of near-collapse: "Batman! What are you doing?! Why would you do this???"

Bruce's calm voice came through.

"Nothing. My Joker withdrawal is kicking in."