After hearing these words, Song Ziyu fell into a brief silence.

Suddenly, Song Ziyu realized that immortality was not a good thing for a race.

As far as human beings are concerned, they have experienced countless wars and two great wars before destruction, but there is no way to continue such things as hatred.

Generally speaking, after the two or three generations who have experienced the war die, many things fade away.

Coupled with the distortion of history and intentional misleading of education, a generation that has not experienced war will generally be indifferent to hatred.

On the contrary, if there is strong cultural misunderstanding, it is not impossible for a thief to be his father... Such is the case with those idiots walking in the streets of Nanjing wearing kimonos.

In comparison, zombies are extraordinary!

These guys have almost endless lives, so their obsession with hatred will continue with almost no chance to resolve.

…

After a short period of repairs in Dubphis, the convoy passed through the pyramid complex and continued heading north.

The surrounding scenery has changed slightly, the vegetation has begun to become lush, and some huge trees have gradually grown in size!

finally!

After half a month of trekking, a snow mountain appeared in the oasis!

That’s right!

In the oasis surrounded by desert and giant vegetation, a snow-capped mountain actually stands.

"Here is the end of our journey, the Dark Temple." Vermeer introduced.

"Where should we go next? Directly up the mountain?"

Song Ziyu knew that the meaty drama was coming, and he would definitely face some extraordinary scenes next.

Unlike other members of the Blood Fang team who were nervous, Song Ziyu was relatively relaxed and even a little excited.

Although he didn’t know where the excitement came from, the closer Song Ziyu got to the Holy

The mountains make it feel like revisiting the old place.

The major clans along the way had already heard the news about Vermeer and his party, so as soon as the convoy arrived at the Holy Mountain, they were greeted by a large group of nobles from the major clans stationed in the temple.

As a saint assigned by the church, Vermeer naturally had to come forward to see everyone.

But Song Ziyu soon discovered a problem.

It’s not that Vermeer is a saint, so her status in the main church is so prominent.

At least Song Ziyu saw Vermeer curtsying to several guys.

From this it can be seen that Vermeer’s identity is only so-so.

When Vermeer came back, Song Ziyu joked: "As a saint in the church, why do you have to kowtow to other people and greet the wind? You make yourself like a receptionist."

Vermeer sighed and said: "The situation is different. When I was outside, I naturally represented the church, and my status was indescribably noble. But after I came back here, there were many people with higher ranks and abilities than me. Besides,

, I am not the only saint."

While he was speaking, a red voice rushed down from the snow-capped mountains.

It turned out to be a young man wearing a red robe and looking pale.

Even from a distance of several hundred meters, Song Ziyu could sense the evil charm and arrogance of this young man.

"Say Cao Cao, Cao Cao is here." Vermeer's face turned a little unkind, and his body couldn't help but move closer to Song Ziyu.

"Are you afraid?"

Song Ziyu felt curious.

"This guy is disgusting!" Vermeer said through gritted teeth.

"This guy seems to be a man, so is this

Saint?"

Song Ziyu said: "Is your church so open that gender transcends recognition?"

Vermeer said with a dark face: "Is it possible that in addition to the saint, there is also a saint in the church?"

While he was talking, a young man in red clothes appeared in front of Vermeer like a giant pig bug with wings.

The chubby zombie grinned and said: "Vermeer, as soon as I heard that you were back, I went into seclusion and came out to see you."

As he spoke, the chubby zombie stretched out his hands to greet Vermeer's buttocks.

"Dracula, please respect yourself." Vermeer hid behind Song Ziyu, exposing Song Ziyu to Dracula's dirty hands.

Seeing the thick corpse claws grabbing at her private parts, Song Ziyu was disgusted and stretched out her hand to block it.

"What are you doing?" Song Ziyu asked, "Are there any rules?" ??

"Um?"

Dracula missed a single blow, his expression instantly became ferocious, and the corpse claws on his hand also left several sharp bone blades, and slashed towards Song Ziyu's palm!

Song Ziyu is not a vegetarian, and her palms are already harder than gold and iron.

Dracula's original intention was to remove Song Ziyu's entire arm, but unexpectedly it seemed to be removed on a steel plate. The other people's arms were fine, but his own bone blade cracked due to the impact.

"What's the matter? Osteoporosis?"

Song Ziyu slowly retracted his arm, and then said: "Your situation is called calcium deficiency. Eat more sticks to replenish your bones."

"Who are you? How dare you talk to me like this?" Seeing that he couldn't take advantage of force, the chubby zombie started to show off.

Song Ziyu sneered and said: "Who the hell are you? How dare you show off to me!"

"I, Dracula, the Holy Son of the Dark Temple, who are you?"

The chubby zombie shouted.

"You don't even know who I am, so you dare to mess with me?" Song Ziyu didn't give any face to this so-called holy son.

When I came to this Dark Temple this time, I had already made plans to fight with those old monsters. If I was intimidated in front of this little Karami, what should I do in the subsequent levels?

Can you still break in?

Therefore, Song Ziyu behaved very strongly, so powerfully that Vermeer beside him was stunned for a moment.

"Asshole, are you trying to challenge me?"

Dracula gave a cold shout, his split mouth revealing terrifying fangs.

Song Ziyu smiled and said: "That's exactly what I meant!"

"Then let's fight to the death!"

Dracula said: "Vermeer is mine, you, a low-ranking person, don't even think about competing with me!"

After hearing this, Song Ziyu understood where this guy's jealousy came from.

At this time, Vermeer said: "Dracula, I advise you not to take action, because you are no match for Don Quixote."

"Which clan does Don Quixote belong to? I've never heard of this name before?" Dracula sneered: "Vermeer, do you feel sorry for this bastard of yours?"

Vermeer gritted his teeth and said: "I'm afraid you will be beaten to death!"

"What a joke! I will be beaten to death? Except for those old guys, there are not many people on the Holy Mountain who dare to say that they can beat me to death!" Dracula was very arrogant.

"Don't blame me for not reminding you!" Vermeer's face was cold, and there was an eagerness to succeed in his eyes.

Song Ziyu glanced at Vermeer and understood.
Chapter completed!