Shadow of the Beautiful World

He looked like a charred corpse.

In the ruins after the war, Merlin sat on a fallen boulder, looking at Elsa who was treating the blade in front of him.

Blade's body was covered with black scorched marks, and his skin exuded a disgusting smell of barbecue. If this was a normal person, then Merlin would definitely declare that he was hopeless.

The problem is, the guy in front of him, like him, is not very normal.

Yes, it looks miserable.

Miss Bloodstone checked the condition of the blade, she stood up, stroked her hair that had become somewhat withered and yellow from the high temperature, and said:

But under the scorched skin, new skin is already growing. The blood of Sunwalker is really amazing. Now it seems that he can not only resist sunlight, but also has strong resistance to flames. It doesn't look like that at all. The vampire I know.

He wasn't a vampire in the first place.

Merlin lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it. He just needed that smell to soothe his tired mind for a moment.

He looked at Blade lying on the ground, then at Elsa, and said with some hesitation:

Maybe, it's not just because of the Sunwalker blood that he also absorbed the source blood. Although there is only one drop, this thing is too evil. Maybe when Blade opens his eyes, he will also use the language hundreds of years ago to tell us Say hello, and then summon the bloody guns flying in the sky, kill us both with a grin, and then slaughter the whole of New York again.

Miss Bloodstone looked back at Merlin, who shrugged at her:

I mean, we have to defend. Blade is a lot stronger than Dickon, and once Vlad III is reborn on him, it will be really fun.

Uh, this, it shouldn't be possible.

Miss Bloodstone stood with her hips akimbo in the ashes. She thought for a while and said to Merlin:

If it is an ordinary vampire, then what you said is very likely to come true. But the blade is a day walker. I don't think that the lingering Vlad III can defeat the will of the blade day walker with a drop of blood. Bloodlines are not as simple as you think.

Oh? Sounds like there's something else I don't know about.

Merlin threw away the burning cigarette in his hand, and he made a please gesture to Miss Bloodstone.

Tell me.

Don't think of me as a moving library, Merlin!

Miss Xueshi with her hips on her hips said something dissatisfied, but then she frowned and explained in detail:

There are not many introductions to day walkers in the family. Even we who have dealt with vampires for more than a thousand years, we rarely see day walkers. But there are some speculations in my grandfather's diary that he met the last one. The daywalker of all time.

You can guess who that guy is.

Miss Bloodstone glanced at the tired Merlin, she blinked and said:

A friendly reminder, that is a very famous lady.

Don't make trouble.

Merlin waved his hands, rubbed his cheeks, and whispered:

I'm so tired right now that I don't want to use my head, so Elsa, just say it.

Well, it's boring.

Elsa pouted, she looked at the scorched blade under her feet, she said:

The last daywalker with clear historical records was Elizabeth Bathory.

Oh? The Hungarian countess who died in 1614?

Merlin immediately reacted, it can be seen that he has indeed learned history well.

Yes, Madame Bloody, Countess Vampire, etc., are all her nicknames.

Elsa said in a familiar way:

Actually, Elizabeth Bathory is a rare day walker. But unlike Blade, she easily succumbed to the vampire instinct in her body. You must know that in that ignorant era, nobles could do whatever they wanted. That's why Elizabeth did so many horrible things because no one punished her.

The nobles took those news as a kind of horrifying rumors. Ordinary demon hunters were unwilling to provoke big shots in the kingdom of ordinary people. In the end, it was the vampire Countess who made too much trouble herself, which caused the Pope's forces to intervene. The end she deserved.

Having said that, Miss Bloodstone sighed, and she said:

But just like all vampire-related stories, Elizabeth didn't die. Everyone underestimated the bloodline ability of the day walker. She was tortured for several years in a monastery that suppressed the power of vampires, but she still relied on her own terrifying power. The talent survived, and then feigned death to escape.

My grandfather was hired by the Holy See to hunt her down, but at the end of the 17th century, Elizabeth relied on some very evil methods to become a legendary vampire. She was good at hiding and kept a low profile, so she escaped several times against her. 'Hunting'. My father said that the countess was still active in Hungary as late as 1970.

you mean

Merlin savored the story. He glanced at the blade of the scorched corpse under Elsa's feet. He rubbed his chin and said:

Our Mr. Lone Ranger, there is a great possibility in the future that he will become a legendary vampire?

Not possible.

Elsa snorted and said:

As long as he lives long enough, he will definitely become a legendary vampire. His talent is astonishing, coupled with his strong will, Vlad III wants to occupy him with a drop of blood, which is impossible. In fact , There is also a saying in the vampire culture that every daywalker is a voter of Cain, and they represent a certain will of Cain.

Nonsense!

Merlin snorted and said with disdain:

There is no vampire god Cain at all. In the eyes of wizards, it's just vampires putting money on their faces.

That's what I said, but no one knows whether there is any real evidence for Cain's legend.

Elsa didn't argue with Merlin on this issue. She glanced at the Temple of Eternal Night, which had been mostly collapsed, and said to Merlin:

What should we do here?

Burn!

Merlin replied without hesitation:

Although without the source blood of Vlad III, no one will pay attention to this ruin. But the breath left here will cause a lot of unnecessary troubles. You take the blade and leave first. Several of my subordinates should be here now. Follow Whistler on the ridge to hunt down the fugitive radical vampires, you can go find them and wait for me at the foot of the mountain.

Merlin stood up, drew out his wand, and said to Elsa:

I'm going to burn this place with my own hands to make sure this thing comes to an end.

Then be careful yourself.

Miss Bloodstone did not object to this opinion. As a vampire hunter, she knew that Merlin's actions were necessary.

She pulled out a black body bag and stuffed the charred blade into it. It will take at least a few hours for the daywalker to return to normal. After watching Elsa disappear into the night carrying the body bag, Merlin looked back at the ruins of the temple hidden in the mountain in front of him. He shook his head, flicked his wrist, and a continuous spell was thrown out.

nendo! (Fierffire Curse)

boom

The orange-red flame seemed to spread out from the void, shooting out from the top of Merlin's wand in a cascading manner, more like an enlarged flamethrower. When Merlin's wrist turned, that The scorching flames swept across every stone in front of them.

Under the raging flames, the cold aura existing on these stones was completely eliminated.

This is necessary follow-up processing.

Most ordinary people are sensible and cherish their lives.

But there are always some crazy guys who like to joke with their own and other people's lives. As a protector, Merlin has to minimize this risk.

After all, facing a legendary vampire like Vlad III, who knows if it will leave some other means in the Temple of Eternal Night?

It took Merlin more than ten minutes to search and clean the entire ruin carefully. Finally, he returned to the edge of the platform where he fought Vlad III. He looked around and nodded:

Well, that should be fine.

After speaking, he was about to turn around and leave.

But the next moment, a cold, almost emotionless voice sounded behind him:

Under the seventh pillar on the left, there is a hidden compartment behind the third stone, in which are some magic tomes collected by Vlad III.

5 meters below the stone slab 17 yards in front of you, there is a box that was buried by the followers of the vampire for 200 years. It contains several sets of clothes that Vlad III liked most during his lifetime and some Ornaments, for use after their masters are revived.

At the foot of the statue in the temple, there are two swords, which were the spoils of Vlad III after he killed a master witcher 200 years ago.

From your point of view, any of these things, if they fall into the hands of ordinary people, will cause some unnecessary troubles. But the problem is that you have the eyes it gives you, you have the ability it gives you, and you Have had them for 11 years and why are you still so dull? So weak

The voice carried a hint of undisguised sarcasm:

So weak that I don't even want to get rid of you.

Merlin's forward steps stopped, he turned his head, and behind him, on the platform belonging to Vlad III, a short girl was standing there with a dead breath.

No!

She hovers there.

Her toes were always a few inches away from the ground.

And her body was completely covered by a large blue-purple cloak, and the corners of that cloak fluttered gently in the night wind.

Her face was hidden by the pulled down hood, and Merlin could only see the long black hair flowing on either side of her cheeks.

she is there.

Merlin could see her.

But in Merlin's perception, there was nothing there.

Who are you?

Merlin moved his fingers, and the wand and Cybertron weapon module fell into his hand. The weapon was in hand, but Merlin didn't feel any sense of security.

Experience told him that this girl who appeared suddenly was not an easy person to deal with.

You don't need to know who I am.

The girl said calmly:

You just need to know that for the past few years, I have been hunting the 'sons' of the Sannomiya, and you are one of them, right?

I am.

Merlin nodded:

But I'm not like them.

no the same?

The girl smiled:

I can't see it. Your soul is getting dark too, day after day, night after night it howls trying to break out of its cage, and the walls you've built for your soul are full of cracks and crumbling you and I know it’s not long before that deadline.”

You will degenerate into a bloodthirsty monster, you will be possessed by the instinctive 'evil', and you will become a half-demon. You are resisting that fate, but how long can you resist?

hum

The girl stretched out her hand, and in the palm of her fingerless glove, a blue-purple energy blade buzzed.

Her tone became more and more icy:

Don't struggle, I can't give you relief, but I can let you die with dignity.

ah

Merlin sighed, looking at the unknown but extremely dangerous girl in front of him, he said:

It's too bad that psychopaths are getting younger and younger. Listen, kid, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what's going on between you and Sannomiya. But what will become of me in the future, that's my question

Merlin raised his head, looked at the girl in front of him, and said seriously:

Look into my eyes, boy, if I'm destined to go to hell, I'll walk on my own two feet. I don't need your help, Sangong can't take me!

The atmosphere became tense at this moment, and Merlin was ready for the final fight. The one in front of him was undoubtedly a formidable enemy, and he was not sure of winning if he exposed all his trump cards.

But there are some things that cannot be avoided without confidence.

Merlin's aura increased steadily, but a few seconds later, the child in front of him suddenly dissipated the energy blade in his hand.

She seemed to have completely lost her hostility at this moment, and she was looking at Merlin, as if the threat just now was just a fantasy that didn't exist.

After a while, she said calmly:

It's a very good idea. It's like an ant that provokes a giant. Although it's stupid, it's at least courageous. However, you haven't understood your own strength. You are special, but you don't know this.

What's the meaning?

Merlin frowned and asked:

You people, why do you always like to talk around the bush, isn't it good to speak straight?

Because there are some things that you have to discover by yourself.

The girl said:

Sangong values ​​you very much. What it gave you is the power that other demon children covet. However, you are wasting it, black mist? Flame? Hehe, it's too low-level.

Another guy said the same thing.

Merlin remembered the reminder from the half-demon Damon to him a few years ago, and his frown became deeper. He said:

If you know something, please tell me, okay?

Your weakness prevents you from taking the necessary step. You don't want to kill to prove how ruthless you are. It's stupid. The seed of power is eager to sublimate, but you can't satisfy it. It will soon try to occupy it again. You, come to satisfy my desire for sublimation.

The hovering figure of the girl became thinner in the air, as if the soap bubbles were about to disappear, she said:

But you are different from all the demon children I have seen before, so I am willing to give you some time. I also want to see if there is anyone who can break the cycle of despair that has lasted for tens of thousands of years.

But it's not out of kindness, it's just because you get through this slightly boring game.

Just treat it as it is

Please my reward.

Merlin, I hope that the next time we meet, you will allow me to bury your interest more personally.