Shadow of the Beautiful World

At the same time that Merlin and others set off from the abandoned factory in Manhattan, a conversation among vampires was also going on in another place in New York.

Dickon, the leader of the radical vampire faction, is sitting on the top floor of his luxury villa. The windows around the villa have drawn thick curtains, only a glimmer of light shone into the room through the gaps in the curtains.

It was the time when the sun was setting, but even such weak sunlight was still fatal to these vampires.

They have strength and speed far beyond ordinary people, but this is not a perfect blessing, but also a tragic curse. They cannot be exposed to sunlight, nor can they sunbathe in the warm sunlight like ordinary people.

They can only live in the dark all their lives, like those rats in the sewer.

This world does not belong to them, at least half of it does not belong to them.

boom

A guy with a bag on his head was dragged all the way to Dickon by the arms of two expressionless vampire warriors. Then he was ruthlessly thrown to the ground.

It struggled, and the next moment, the bag on its head was pulled away by Dickon.

Master Speaker, how are you doing today?

Dickon sat on the chair, and he looked at Gaetaro at his feet with his tender eyes like a lover. The chairman of the American Blood Clan Presbyterian Church was quite embarrassed at this time. Its majestic face was covered with burn wounds and bloodstains. It was robbed from its own mansion by a group of people.

It stands to reason that the defense of the chairman's mansion of the American Presbyterian Church would not be so fragile.

But the problem is that there is a traitor by Gaetaro's side. The cunning Dickon bought a few guards, and then launched a surprise attack.

Ah, the soldiers under my command are a little too rude.

Deacon bent down, stretched out his hand, and helped Guetaro straighten some messy clothes. He looked at the speaker and said:

Please don't hate them because I made them do it.

The radical vampire said in a mild voice, like meeting old friends:

You may not know it, but when we first met, I hated you! Let me think about it, it should have been more than 50 years ago, when New York was not as prosperous as it is now, and I was just A poor kid from Kentucky with a dream to do something big in New York.

Dickon said sadly:

I had nothing at that time, but at least I could embrace the sunshine at that time.

You shameless white-eyed wolf!

Gaetaro's hands were cut off by a knife mixed with holy silver. Even with the recovery power of a pure-blooded vampire, it would take some time to recover.

Forced to kneel on the ground, and staring at Dickon with a cannibalistic look, it said:

I gave you resources, I gave you freedom, you madman, without me, you would have died at the hands of vampire hunters!

Yes, you helped me when I was at my worst.

Dickon nodded. In a dark room, he stood up, walked aside, and poured himself a glass of wine mixed with blood. He looked at the glass in his hand and the flowing liquid. He held the wine , walked up to Getaro.

It picked up the wine glass, poured it slightly, and let the cold, blood-like wine spill on Gaetaro's head.

It's like humiliating the speaker.

Dickon's voice also became cold at this moment:

But you haven't forgotten who took everything from me and turned me into a lowly, lowly half-vampire, right? Didn't your arrogant, stupid, lunatic sister ruin my life at that time?

She treats me like her dog and lets her play with her. When she gets tired of playing with me, she kicks me away.

With the glass in his hand, Dickon slammed the delicate thing on Gaetaro's head. Amid the shattering sound of the glass, Gaetaro's face was scratched with a horrible scar. But the next moment, the scar began to heal.

My sister keeps committing crimes, and my brother keeps cleaning up the mess.

Dickon sneered and said:

It's actually not easy for you, my Lord Speaker. It must be very uncomfortable to have such a crazy sister? Where did you send her? San Francisco? Or Chicago? You know what kind of shame I will never forget , right? So it was a smart choice for you to send her away.

I won't let her go.

Dickon seemed to be tired of playing this game of abusing the enemy, he sat back on the chair again, picked up a box of sunscreen from the table at hand, and applied it on his skin bit by bit, and he was very impressed with Geta Luo said:

After I get the purest inheritance, I will go to her personally, and I will double the shame she inflicted on me back then! I will watch her burn in the sun and listen to her wailing fall asleep

Dickon applied sunscreen carefully, not missing every inch of his skin, and said softly:

Believe me, that day won't be too far away. But this time, you, a good brother, can no longer save your crazy sister. You can't even save yourself.

I've said it all, between the two of us, it's been a personal grievance from the very beginning!

Gaetaro said nothing.

The elder vampire speaker closed his eyes like a warrior ready to kill.

Its silent posture made Dickon a little dissatisfied. It didn't appreciate Gaetaro's crying, which made its revenge somewhat lacking in flavor. But that's okay too, it's almost won at the vampire's game.

Just take one last step and it wins.

It's a pity that the woman who has been with it all this time can no longer see all this.

Have you seen the sunset in New York?

Dickon finished applying the sunscreen, put the sunglasses on his eyes, and then walked to the window, turning his head to look at Guetaro rolling there. it said softly:

In the sand of Long Beach, watching the sun sinking below the sea level little by little, the flaming clouds hanging in the sky, and the fishy sea wind blowing your face. That's me or a When I was alone, I didn’t want to miss a scene every afternoon.”

The most ordinary things, only after they are lost, do they know how precious they are.

At this moment, Deacon seems to have turned into a melancholy poet. He stretched out his hand silently and held the closed curtains in the room. tone of voice.

It looked back at Gaetaro, and said sarcastically:

Oh, I forgot. The great Gaetaro-sama is a noble pureblood. You probably never watched the sunrise and sunset from the moment you were born, right?

Let me make up for your regret.

swish

Dickon pulled open the curtains of the villa, and the next moment, the golden sunlight shone through the window like a waterfall, like a candle that dispelled the darkness.

Dickon, who was covered in sunscreen all over his body, opened his arms and stood in the pouring sunlight, as if he had returned to his human posture.

And behind it, Gaetaro's body was like a piece of paper burned by a raging fire, and wisps of white smoke rose from every inch of its skin like burning leather.

The Speaker gritted his teeth, trying to fight against the pain caused by the sunlight, but it couldn't.

No vampire, save the fabled legendary vampires, is immune to this pain.

In the Middle Ages, those ancient vampire families used sunlight to punish their clansmen who made mistakes. They call it sun punishment, which is the most terrifying punishment in the world for vampires.

Look, I told you, it's beautiful.

Dickon walked up to Gaetaro. Although this half-vampire was protected by sunscreen, it also had the same kind of smoke from being scorched by the sun, but compared to Gaetaro's pain, it felt less anxious. worth mentioning.

Don't be afraid, Mr. Speaker.

Dickon stood beside Gaetaro, whose skin was already burning, and whispered:

You are just the first one, wait on the way to hell, I will send your companions there soon. You were good friends in life, and you shouldn't walk alone after death.

You can't control the blood god!

In the pain of the burning flames, Getaro was like a burning torch. It gritted its teeth and said word by word:

I will wait in hell, I will wait for you, Dickon Frost, you are just an arrogant lunatic, Blood God, you can't control that kind of power! An ant who wants to become a giant will die a miserable death.

I'll wait for you! Dickon!

In hell, I will settle accounts with you!

boom

During Gaetaro's roar, its body exploded like a ignited cannonball in the hall of Dickon's luxuriously decorated villa, but there was no trace of blood. Instead, it flew around the room black ashes.

This is the scene where a vampire dies.

In their lifetime, apart from adding bricks and tiles to the legends and stories of those vampires, they will not leave any traces in this world at all.

swish

The opened curtain was held by Dickon the next moment, leaving no gap.

In the darkened room, Dickon sat weakly on a chair out of breath.

Sunscreen is impossible to help vampires completely immunize against sun damage. Even if the whole body is covered with sunscreen, it can only guarantee that vampires can last less than 5 minutes in the sun.

Sunshine, that is their original sin.

Soon, soon, don't worry.

Dickon looked at his burned finger, and in the empty room, he said softly:

Soon, I'll be able to stand in the sun.

I'm about to get my wish, but why am I not happy at all?

Where are you, my quicksilver?

—

Come with me and be quiet.

On the edge of a tourist port in Manhattan, a man wearing a yellow trench coat with a bohemian face, John Constantine, the former S.H.I.E.L.D. special affairs consultant who has disappeared for several years, is leading two ladies on a quick walk Through a noisy street.

The dresses of these two ladies are very strange. They are wearing the leather clothes that motorcycle racers often wear, and they are tightly wrapped from head to toe. They are also covered with headscarves like Arab women, covering their faces almost completely. The gap makes one wonder if it will suffocate the two ladies.

But to be honest, even if they were wrapped like this, the men around them couldn't help but take a few more glances at the domineering and perfect figures of those two ladies.

Here's the ticket.

Constantine escorted the two ladies to the boarding place of a large yacht. He stuffed two tickets into the hands of the two ladies, and he urged:

This ship sails directly to London. You can move freely when you get off the ship. If you really can't find a place to stay, go to Liverpool. I still have a few acquaintances there, who are barely friends. They will help Yours.

Zha Kang, who has always been known as a passionate prodigal son, behaved like a perfect lover at this moment.

He stretched out his hand and hugged the two vampire ladies who had been with him for several years, even with false tears on his face.

This scene moved the two pure-blooded vampire ladies very much.

Well, they are Zha Kang's lovers, and they hooked up with Zha Kang a long time ago. In addition, these two vampire chicks are actually older sisters.

I don't know where Zha Kang's charm came from, so that they would rather abandon the family and follow him willingly.

John, now that we're gone, we don't know when we'll meet again.

The elder sister of the vampire sisters took Zha Kang's hand, and she said emotionally:

We will never forget everything you have done for us.

Stop talking about that.

Zha Kang replied:

The radical vampires are hunting you purebloods all over the city. That Dickon must have malicious intentions. If you stay here for a minute longer, you will be more dangerous. Get on the boat quickly. When you have a chance, I will Go see you in Europe.

Wait, John.

Just when Constantine was about to leave, the younger sister of the vampire sisters suddenly stopped him and stuffed a key into Zha Kang's hand.

The beautiful female vampire lowered her voice and said to Zha Kang:

This is the key to our family manor. I know you have been trying your best to collect magic books. There are some collections left by our ancestors in the secret room of our family manor. You can go there to have a look, but be careful.

Zha Kang held the key in his hand, his eyes flashed a glimmer of conspiracy, but he still embraced this vampire lady emotionally, just like the hero and heroine of the Titanic.

Reluctantly, Zha Kang watched the cruise ship go away.

He turned around, took out a Sika cigarette, put it in his mouth, and lit it with a lighter. When the first smoke rose, he took out his mobile phone and called the number 07.

Hey, baby? I'm not going to your place for dinner tonight.

Zha Kang looked at the shiny key in his hand, and said in a sweet voice to Miss Succubus on the other side of the phone:

I'm suddenly in a hurry. The carefully planted seeds are bearing fruit, and I have to hurry to get my own harvest.

Don't worry, I have already broken up with them completely. I will only treat you wholeheartedly in the future. Speaking of which, is there any news about the runes I asked you to find for me?