Shadow of the Beautiful World

Another night, at the edge of Brooklyn, Merlin pushed open the door of a small bar, and then heard the melodious country music coming from the bar.

He looked up and saw a young singer wearing a cowboy hat, holding a guitar, standing on the wooden stage in the bar, offering music to the few guests.

Merlin didn't disturb the others, he found a quiet corner and sat down, ordered a glass of wine, then leaned on the booth and closed his eyes, as if he was enjoying the relaxed atmosphere.

Frankly speaking, the singer-in-residence, who looks a little downcast, has a pretty good singing voice.

The slightly hoarse voice contained a hint of vicissitudes that did not match his age. The only fly in the ointment was that the song, which was supposed to be melodious and pleasant, was performed with a hint of sadness by his voice.

It's like reminiscing about youth that has dissipated.

Hi handsome.

At the beginning of the second song, a girl in cool clothes, swaying her slender waist, came to Merlin's side. She showed a very seductive smile to this young man with rimless glasses, she put her hands on Merlin's shoulders frivolously, and whispered:

Drink alone.

Sit there and let me be quiet.

Merlin didn't speak, he still had the mandrake leaf in his mouth, so his voice came from the sounder wrapped around his wrist.

The index finger of the left hand, wearing a black glove, lifted up and slightly drew a triangle in the air. With the dissipation of the weak magic power, the eyes of the young lady who came to strike up a conversation immediately became blurred.

It was like being hit by a stick severely, and the expression of the whole person became sluggish.

Like a marionette.

Under Merlin's order, she quietly and obediently sat on the chair opposite Merlin.

Very convenient.

Merlin glanced at the dull-looking young lady in front of him, and nodded in satisfaction.

What he used just now was not a magic spell, and there was absolutely no need to use a magic spell for weak ordinary people. What he used was the Demon Hunter Seal that he had just learned.

According to the information left by the white wolf, the spells used by the demon hunters are actually a simplified version of the spells used by the wizards.

As I said before, many demon hunters are squibs, talented in magic, but unable to cast magic. And after they passed the green grass trial, they formally obtained extraordinary bodies, capable of producing magic power in their bodies, so those weak talents came into play.

Although demon hunters cannot use powerful magic like wizards, they can also produce spell effects that are very similar to wizard spells through these simplified spells.

For example, the Axi seal that Merlin just used is a simplified version of the Imperius Curse, which can instantly control ordinary people with weak will.

And although the effects of most of the seals are very poor in the eyes of official wizards, without the aid of alchemy potions, the effects of some seals are even similar to the lowest level of magic tricks.

But the advantage of Fayin is that it is very convenient, eliminating the need for complex chanting syllables and mana model construction, and it is so simple that it can be used with only one gesture.

In a fierce battle, the time saved is enough to decide life or death. Moreover, in Merlin's view, the lower limit of things like French seals is very low, but the upper limit is also very high. He learned from the information left by the white wolf that for those demon hunters of the Griffin school who have devoted themselves to research With the aid of potions, the power of the magic seal used is already comparable to that of a formal mage.

In addition to manipulating the mind and creating confusing Axi signs, the signs commonly used by demon hunters include:

The Sign of Igni is equivalent to a simplified version of the Fiendfire Curse.

The Alder Seal is equivalent to a simplified version of the Shattering Curse.

The Queen's Seal is equivalent to a simplified version of the amulet.

The sign of Arden is equivalent to a simplified version of the curse.

The magic seals of the demon hunters imitate very practical spells. It seems that the first generation of demon hunters really chose these spells to imitate in shock, improving the use efficiency of the poor magic power in their bodies to almost 100%. extreme.

But magic power is just a burden for Merlin, and he doesn't need to be careful about it. Therefore, with the injection of sufficient magic power, these poorly performing spells also showed the power comparable to real magic spells in Merlin's hands.

Merlin seemed to be really idle, he just sat in this little-known little bar, drinking his own wine in sips, and refilling another glass after drinking, until almost an hour later, the resident singer of the bar The singer finally stopped, and he seemed to be taking a break.

Give this to him for me.

Merlin took out a pen from his pocket, wrote something on the napkin in front of him, and then handed the paper to the dazed lady in front of him, who took it in his hand, stood up immediately, and shook it Suddenly, she walked towards the resident singer sitting at the bar.

Ten seconds later, the young singer wearing a black cowboy hat sat on the sofa opposite Merlin with a glass of wine.

He looked at Merlin who was silently drinking in front of him, and said:

Who are you? Sir, why do you know my name and my family information?

Merlin didn't answer right away, he raised his glass and drank the rest of the wine. When the singer was a little impatient, Merlin stretched out his hand and took off his glasses. He raised his head and looked at the singer with his eyes that seemed to be beating with embers.

The latter clenched his fist almost immediately, and a slightly sharp light appeared between his fingers.

hello.

Merlin crossed his fingers. There was a smile on his face. Although his mouth was closed, a weird voice still came out of the sounder:

my brother'.

I'm not!

The singer gritted his teeth and said in a cold voice:

I'm not your bloody brother.

After speaking, he stood up and was about to leave.

Is this the same way you expelled those troublemakers before?

Merlin had no intention of leaving, he looked at the young resident singer in front of him, and said:

Or, you killed them and took away their power. Would you mind telling me the story between you and Sangong? How did you become its 'son'?

I'm busy, I don't have time to talk to you about this.

The singer in a cowboy hat, hiding in Brooklyn, said with a cold face:

Get out of here! Otherwise, I'll be rude!

You're welcome?

Merlin looked around, the business of this small bar is not very good, but at this time, there are about a dozen people in the tavern including the owner and waiters.

Are you sure you want to be rude to me here?

Merlin said in a leisurely tone:

Personally, I don't care, but these ordinary people, these people who are very familiar with you, see the real face under your appearance, what do you think they will think? I am also curious, will you act like a real semi-human? Like a demon, kill them cruelly to cover up your own secrets.

Merlin took out a piece of money from his pocket and pressed it under the cup. He stood up and walked towards the door of the bar. He said:

I mean, Mr. Anthony, let's find another place to settle things between us.

After speaking, he walked out of the bar.

A few minutes later, on the side of the quiet street near the Hudson River, behind Merlin, the resident singer Anthony in a cowboy hat walked into the dark alley step by step with his guitar on his back.

He stopped 10 meters away from Merlin, folded his arms, and said to Merlin with unfriendly eyes:

I don't know who you are, but I don't want to fight with you, I just want to live in peace.

You know it's impossible, Anthony.

Merlin shook his head, and in the slightly low sound of the sounder, Merlin said:

From the moment you accept the power of the Sangongmo, a quiet life will be cut off from you.

Damn it!

The resident singer cursed, and he shouted:

I fled from Mexico to New York, but you still don't want to let me go! This power is not what I want at all. If I can, I would rather never have it!

As far as I know, people who can get involved with demons are not worthy of mercy.

Merlin stretched out his left hand. In the night, Vlad, the silver demon hunting sword with bright blue runes shining on the sword, jumped into Merlin's hand with a hiss. He said in a deep voice:

Me too, and you too.

Killing and being killed, this is your fate, the more you want to escape from it, the closer you will be to it. But before we start fighting, maybe we can share our own stories.

What do you say? My 'brother'.

Singer Anthony looked at the long silver sword in Merlin's hand, and he took a cautious step back. Between the stretching of his fingers, the dark red light flickering at his fingertips condensed into a sharp energy weapon like a throwing knife.

That seems to be the power he got from San Gong Mo.

I'm not afraid of you!

Anthony with the guitar on his back said:

In Mexico, I killed one lunatic who came to make trouble. In Florida, I killed the second, and you're the third!

You absorbed all the orange shards from their corpses?

Merlin asked:

Have you started to become half-demonized?

This has nothing to do with you!

Anthony yelled, and in the rapid rotation of his body, the dark red energy flying knives shining on his fingers whizzed and pierced Merlin's body.

At a distance of 10 meters, Merlin couldn't even react.

He raised the silver sword Vlad, and blocked three flying knives while waving, but the remaining seven flying knives pierced into his body at the same time.

swish

The scattered body melted into smoke at this moment. Under Anthony's surprised gaze, Merlin's lower body merged into the ominous hot smoke. He was like billowing smoke, holding the silver sword, and rushed towards Anthony. come over.

swish

The sharp sword swung up, but cut through nothing.

In the blink of an eye, Anthony's body disappeared from the spot, and when he reappeared, he was already standing on a roof more than 40 meters away from Merlin.

The cowboy singer with a guitar on his back looked down at Merlin. He waved his fingers repeatedly, and the red blade, like a storm, whizzed and hit the dark smoke below.

This is a power that comes from the same source but manifests in completely different forms.

This is a war between the two sons of Sangongmo.

it's useless.

Merlin yelled:

Anthony, no matter how fast your speed is, no matter how sharp your flying knife is, you won't be able to hurt the wind. Stop, maybe we can have a talk and resolve this matter peacefully.

Peace?

Anthony's sarcastic voice appeared on the ground behind Merlin as his body moved quickly like a shadow, and he said:

There's no way of peace at all, do you think I haven't tried it?

Either you die, or I die, between us who are cursed, there is no third way!

As Anthony's voice became deeper and deeper, behind Merlin, an extremely sharp force quickly awakened.

Merlin's body turned around flexibly in the air, and he looked at the devil's son behind him. After realizing that ordinary flying knives could not hurt the smoky Merlin, the cowboy Anthony who had killed two brothers immediately aroused more dangerous and manic forces.

From the power attached to his cursed soul.

Under Merlin's slightly regretful gaze, the muscles on the previously handsome cowboy song quickly twisted, very much like the transformation of the madman Morris the mad dog killed by Merlin back then.

Layers of dark red scales appeared on Anthony's body. Under the cowboy hat, his brown hair quickly extended, and soon formed a mane-like tissue around his neck and shoulders.

And his body also became huge and heavy during the heavy breathing, like a tyrannical warrior full of muscles who came to the world from hell.

On the top of his head, two pairs of demon horns, one large and one small, protruded from both sides of his forehead, and above his eyes, a pair of small red eyes also appeared on his forehead.

Four blood-red, square-arranged eyes

This is the symbol of the Sangong Mo, a series of demons.

In front of Mei Lin, a demon with a height of more than 4 meters and arms like ferocious dragon claws stood up amidst the sharp breath wrapped around his body. The moment it completed its transformation into a demon, the ground under its feet and the wall behind it seemed to be thrown into a storm of blades. Almost instantly, those solid rocks were cut to pieces.

Have you completed the demonization?

Merlin looked disappointedly at the demonized Anthony in front of him. He clasped his left hand holding the demon hunting silver sword tightly. He said:

It's a pity that as you said, there is no third way between us.

This is our fate.

The four eyes of the devil Anthony stared at Merlin. On the distorted, scale-covered face, he sprayed out a hot air column with sparks from his nostrils. He, no, it, said in a low voice:

From the very beginning, there has never been a third way!

Come on bro, let me kill you, or, you give me

relief.