A Weird Theater That Started In London

　　 Once upon a time, there was a great nobleman named Yousaf Sadhu. Since his childhood, he has suffered from a disease-gigantism.

　　As time goes by, Sadhu gets taller and taller, but his organs are constantly failing. At the same time, his weight also crushes the bones of the whole body. He spends every day in pain.

　　 Later, the nobleman had to walk on a cane. His cane was a beautiful sword crutch, composed of a platinum rod handle and a silver blade.

　　 Every time Sadhu walks out of the castle and wanders around in the bazaar, people will hear the sound of da da da.

　　 It was the movement of the crutches hitting the ground, and hearing this sound, the children would rush over and surround the giant Sadhu.

　　In an era when food could not even be eaten, candy was a luxury item, and nobles in the country would not want to eat more, let alone ordinary people.

　　 However, the illness made Sadhu know the fragility of life, so he treated people kindly, especially children. He will save all the candies and give them to the children in the village, walking and throwing them, laughing and playing games with these children, as if doing so can relieve the pain.

　　 At the same time, Sadhu’s brother, Lord Baron, was ashamed of his brother’s illness. He gathered all the young adults in the family and organized a hunting——

　　 According to local legend, the blood of a great gray wolf can cure giantism.

　　 Therefore, Lord Baron took his cousins ​​and his younger brother Sadhu, day after day, constantly searching for the trail of the great gray wolf in the jungle.

　　 On a snowy evening.

　　 The giant Sadhu limped in the snow, wearing felt and on crutches, while his brothers led the way.

　　 Until night fell, there was still nothing, but for this kind of result, the group had long been accustomed to it. They put away their shotguns around the bonfire and ate the dry food, waiting for dawn to move on.

　　 However, a certain non-human creature also lives in this dense forest. It crawls on its limbs and moves quickly. It is reminiscent of a great gray wolf.

　　 Lord Baron decided to follow up and have a look, but he didn't know that that kind of terrifying creature was also hunting them.

"elder brother……"

　　 At this time, Sadhu was inexplicably heart palpitations. He squeezed his sword and struggled to stand up. He wanted to go with them, but was stopped by the Baron.

gradually.

　　 This hunting squad composed of family members is getting fewer and fewer, and no one can come back.

　　In the end, only Sadhu was left alone. Looking at the dark environment, he silently raised the torch and set off for the deep forest.

　　 Actually, Sadhu already had a guess in his mind, that is, his brothers are dead, and now he can only kill the monsters until he is dead.

　　 At dawn, the first body appeared.

　　 Lord Baron, Sadhu’s brother.

　　 He lost his head and lay in the snow, while the blood stains stretched into the dark cave ahead.

　　 Sadhu no longer hesitated, swaying his huge body, bending towards the inside.

　　 Bats, standing water, strange rocks...

　　 Before the sun came out, the two met.

　　 That was not a gray wolf at all, but an ancient and bloodthirsty monster. It lay on a rock and used a dark red tongue that was more than twenty centimeters in length to **** the brain and blood of Sadhu's cousins.

　　 Next to it, there is an old coffin, covered with cobwebs and dust. The age is no longer valid.

　　 When the monster saw Sadhu's tall body, he immediately retracted the thorn tube back into his throat, his mouth grinned to the base of his ears, as if he was smiling.

　　 "Young hunter, do you think you can kill me with a sword?"

　　 There was a hoarse voice.

　　 Sadhu was unmoved, just drew his stick and knife and stared at the monster.

　　 "I can smell the scent of silver on the blade, but are you faster than me?"

A thorn tube suddenly stretched out, a full three meters away, the giant fell, and the monster slowly crawled over, holding his face, and muttering to himself: "This body will bear my will, I soul."

　　 A few weeks later, Sadhu returned to the village, but no one has seen him walk out of the castle since.

　　 At least not during the day.

　　 Soon, the children began to disappear one after another, disappearing into their own bed, and some people said that they had heard the sound of da da da, like the movement of a stick hitting the ground.

　　 At five thirty in the morning, in the detention center.

　　 Abraham, the witcher, sat on a short chair, in ankle cuffs, looking at the ceiling, looking back at his life full of rugged bumps.

　　 More than seventy years ago, after being rescued from the Germans by the Allies, he first went to Poland as a professor of history. While teaching and supporting his family, he secretly investigated an evil creature.

　　 In the process, he sacrificed his wife, adopted son, and adopted daughter, and became a poor widower, still not winning the slightest victory.

　　 The culprit is the blood ancestor!

　　 He has been active since ancient Rome, and is the goal and nightmare of countless demon hunters.

To be precise, the blood ancestor last appeared in the second half of the last century, in Poland. He killed his wife and adopted children and transformed them into fallen soul-returning corpses. Then, he left. .

　　 is a close relative on one side, and justice on the other.

　　 He made a choice in pain, killed the resurrected wife with a silver sword, took out the heart, put it in a specimen jar, as a memorial.

　　 Then, after searching for blood ancestors to no avail, he traveled across the oceans and came to the strange United States, ready to wait for death in loneliness.

　　 Until last night, an evening news rekindled my dead heart.

　　 Germany, the crashed plane, and other kinds of evidence, have to remind people of the blood ancestor, the most filthy and despicable creature in the world.

　　 In Abraham's view, this is God's enlightenment. Although he was about to die of old age, he gave the opportunity for revenge, but he must cherish it!

　　 For the grandmother, for the wife~www.readwn.com~ for the two innocent children!

　　 Unfortunately, no one wants to believe the words of an old man. The medical officer in charge of the airport sent himself to the detention center for the crime of disrupting public safety.

　　In this most critical period, he can only stay here, waiting for the outcome of the court prosecution.

　　 And this is the conspiracy of the blood ancestors!

　　 If there is no one to stop it, it will only take three days at most, and the order in New York will collapse. It will take only one month at most and the whole world will fall into darkness. Therefore, time should not be wasted.

　　At this time, the tattooed man beside him woke up from his nightmare. He stared at Abraham and cursed in a low voice: "Old guy, why don't you sleep so late?"

　　 The memory is interrupted.

　　 This is the reality. The only human who understands the inside story is staying in the detention center, sleeping in the same room with a group of criminals, enduring verbal abuse and rolling eyes.

　　 At this moment, Abraham ignored the criminals beside him. He covered his face and shook his head, and said in an unidentifiable voice:

　　 "I have lived too long and have seen too many things..."

　　 "It will turn humans into pests eager for the flesh and blood of their loved ones."

　　 "Is this battle going to fail before it starts? Is mankind destined to be a delicious meal for those monsters."

　　 "Or, when the monsters reveal their true colors, people will muster up the courage, abandon prejudices, and unite to fight for that line of life..."

　　 "But, I am too old now, I can hardly carry a sword anymore."

　　 Abraham rubbed his cheeks vigorously, as if by doing so, the wrinkles would disappear and the strength would be restored, but the facts are not subject to human will.

　　 "The evil demon lurks in the world in many forms, either known or unknown, but humans must stop it!"