Shadow of the Beautiful World

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"He looks like a burnt corpse."

In the post-war ruins, Merlin sat on a falling boulder and looked at Elsa, who was healing the blade in front of her.

The blade was covered with black scorch marks, and his skin exuded a disgusting barbecue smell. If this is a normal person, then Merlin will definitely announce that he is not saved.

The problem is that this guy, like him, is not very normal.

"Yes, it looks miserable."

Miss Bloodstone checked the condition of the blade. She stood up and stroked her hair, which had become somewhat yellow during the high-temperature burning. She said:

"But under the burnt skin, new skin is already growing. The bloodline of the Sunwalker is really magical, and now it seems that he not only resists sunlight, but also has strong resistance to flames, which is not like it at all. The vampire I know."

"He was not a vampire."

Merlin lit a cigarette, but did not smoke. He just needed the smell to relieve his tired mind for a moment.

He looked at the blade lying on the ground, and then looked at Elsa. He said hesitantly:

"Maybe, not just because of the blood of the Sunwalker... He also absorbed the source blood, although there is only one drop, but this thing is too evil. Maybe when the blade opened his eyes, he would use the kind of hundreds of years ago. The language said hello to us, and then evoked the **** guns flying all over the sky, grinning and killed us both, and then slaughtered the whole of New York again."

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

"I mean, we have to defend. The blade can be much stronger than Dickon. Once Vlad III completes his rebirth on him, the fun will be really big."

"Uh, this should be unlikely."

Miss Bloodstone stood on her hips, standing among the ashes, she thought for a moment and said to Merlin:

"If it is an ordinary vampire, then what you said is likely to be realized. But the blade is a daywalker, I don't think that Vlad III, who is invincible, can defeat the blade's will by relying on a drop of source blood... The bloodline of the Sunwalker is not as simple as you think."

"Oh? It sounds like something I didn't know about."

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

"Talk about it."

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

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

"There are not many introductions to the Sunwalker in the family. Even if we have been dealing with vampires for more than a thousand years, we rarely see the Sunwalker. But my grandfather’s diary had some speculation...he encountered Passing a historical walker with a historical record."

"You can guess who that guy is."

Miss Bloodstone glanced at the tired Merlin. She blinked and said:

"Friendly reminder, that is a very famous lady."

"Don't make trouble."

Merlin waved his hand, rubbing his cheek and whispering:

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

"Okay, so boring."

Elsa pouted, and she looked at the blade like a burnt corpse at her feet. She said:

"The last daywalker with a clear historical record is Elizabeth Bartoli."

"Oh? It was the Countess of Hungary who died in 1614?"

Merlin reacted immediately, showing that he did indeed learn history well.

"Yes, Lady Blood, Countess Vampire, etc. are all her nicknames."

Elsa said as many families said:

"Actually, Elizabeth Bartoli is a rare sunwalker. But unlike the blade, she easily succumbed to the vampire instinct in her body. You must know that in that foolish era, the nobles can do whatever they want. . So Elizabeth has caused so many terrible evils because no one punished her."

"The nobles regarded the news as a horrifying rumor. The ordinary demon hunters were unwilling to provoke the great people in the ordinary people's kingdom. Finally, the countess of the vampire screamed too much, causing the pope's power to intervene and let her usher The end she deserves."

Speaking of which, Miss Bloodstone sighed. She said:

"But like all the stories about vampires, Elizabeth is not dead...Everyone underestimated the blood capacity of the Sunwalker. She was tortured in a monastery that suppressed the power of vampires for several years, but she still relied on His terrifying talent came to life, and he escaped with a fake death."

"My grandfather once pursued her under the employment of the Holy See, 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 very low-key, so she escaped several times against her. 'Surrounding'. My father said that the countess was still active in Hungary at the latest in 1970."

"what do you mean..."

Merlin savored the story. He glanced at the scorched blade at the foot of Elsa. He rubbed his chin and said:

"Our Mr. Lone Ranger is also very likely to become a legendary vampire in the future?"

"Not possible."

Elsa snorted, she said:

"As long as he lives long enough, he will definitely become a legendary vampire. His talent is amazing, plus his own determination, Vlad III wants to occupy him with a drop of blood, that is impossible. In fact, there is a saying in the culture of vampires that every daywalker is an elector of Cain and they represent a certain will of Cain."

"Nonsense!"

Merlin snorted and said disdainfully:

"There is no such thing as Cain, the **** of vampires. In the eyes of wizards, it's just that vampires are putting gold on their faces."

"That's what it says, but no one knows whether there is real evidence for the legend of Cain."

Elsa did not argue with Merlin on this issue. She glanced at the Yongye Temple, which had collapsed for the most part. She said to Merlin:

"What should I do here?"

"Burn!"

Merlin did not hesitate to answer:

"Although without the blood of Vlad III, no one will pay attention to this ruin. But the breath remaining here will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble. You leave with the blade first, and some of my subordinates should be in Whistler followed the fleeing radical vampires on the ridge. You can go find them and wait for me at the foot of the mountain."

Merlin stood up and drew his wand. He said to Elsa:

"I'm going to burn this by myself to make sure this matter is completely over."

"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 took out a black corpse bag and put the burnt blade in it. This daywalker wants to return to normal, at least a few hours. After watching Elsa carry the body bag and disappear into the night, Merlin looked back at the ruined temple hidden in the mountain before him. He shook his head, his wrist flicked, and a continuous spell was thrown out.

"Incendio! (Li Huo curse)"

"boom"

The orange-red flame seemed to spread out of the void, and radiated from the top of Merlin’s wand in a cascading posture, more like a magnified flamethrower, between the flip of Merlin’s wrist, that The burning flame swept across every stone in front of him.

Under the blazing flames, all the cold breath existing on these stones was eliminated.

This is a necessary follow-up process.

Most ordinary people are wise and cherish their lives.

But there are always guys with abnormal brains who like to make fun of themselves and others' lives. As a protector, Merlin has to minimize this risk.

After all, in the face of legendary vampires like Vlad III, who knows if it will be in the Temple of Eternal Night, and then leave some other means?

Merlin spent more than ten minutes carefully searching the entire ruin and cleaning it up. Eventually, he returned to the edge of the platform where Vlad III was fighting. He looked around and then nodded:

"Well, this should be fine."

When he had finished speaking, he would turn around and leave.

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

"Under the seventh pillar on the left hand side, there is a dark cell behind the third stone, which contains some magic codes collected by Vlad III."

"5 meters below the stone slab at 17 yards in front of you, there is a box that the vampire's followers buried for 200 years and contains some of Vlad III's favorite suits and some clothes during his lifetime. Jewelry, used after their owner is resurrected."

"At the foot of the temple statue, two swords were pressed. It was the trophy captured by Vlad III after he killed a master demon hunter 200 years ago."

"From your point of view, any of these things falling into the hands of ordinary people will cause some unnecessary trouble... but the problem is that you have it for your eyes, you have it for you Ability, you have owned them for 11 years... why are you still so slow? So weak..."

The voice was unabashedly ironic:

"Weak enough that I don't want to get rid of you."

Merlin's progress stopped, and he turned around. Behind him, on the platform belonging to Vlad III, a short girl was standing there in a breath of silence.

Do not!

She hovered there.

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

And her body was completely covered by a big blue-violet cloak, and the cloak corner also fluttered gently in the night breeze.

Her face was covered by the lowered hood, and Merlin could only see the long black hair flowing on the sides of the cheek.

She is there.

Merlin can see her.

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

"Who are you?"

Merlin's fingers moved a bit, and the wand and cybertans weapon module fell into his hands. The weapon is in hand, but Merlin has no sense of security.

Experience tells him that this sudden girl is not a good person to deal with.

"You don't need to know who I am."

The girl said quietly:

"You just need to know that in the past few years, I have been hunting the "sons" of the Sannomiya. You are one of them, right?"

"I'm."

Merlin nodded:

"But I am different from them."

"Different?"

The girl smiled:

"I can't see it. Your soul is becoming dark, day by day, every night it is howling and trying to break through the prison cage, and the walls you have cast for your soul have been cracked and crumbling.. You and I know that it is not long before the deadline comes."

"You will fall into a bloodthirsty monster, you will be occupied by instinctive'evil', you will become a devil. You are resisting that fate, but how long can you resist?"

"Om"

The girl held out her hand, and in her palm with mittens, a blue-violet energy blade was buzzing.

Her tone became colder:

"Don't struggle, I can't free you, but I can make you die with dignity."

"what..."

Merlin sighed. He looked at the unidentified but extremely dangerous girl in front of him. He said:

"It's bad, mental patients are getting younger. Listen, boy, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what kind of grievances between you and Sannomiya. But what will I be like in the future, that is my question..."

Merlin looked up and looked at the girl in front of him. He said seriously:

"Looking at my eyes, boy, if I'm destined to go to hell, I will go down with my feet... I don't need you to help me, Sannomiya also wants to occupy me!"

At this moment, the atmosphere became overwhelming, and Merlin was ready for the final blog. The one in front of him is undoubtedly a strong enemy, letting him reveal that all the cards are not sure of winning.

But there are some things that cannot be done without certainty.

Merlin's momentum increased, 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. She was looking at Merlin as if it was a threat just now, just a fantasy that did not exist.

After a moment, she said calmly:

"It's a good idea, just like a ant that provokes a giant. Although it is stupid, it has the least courage. However, you haven't understood your strength...you are special, but you don't know this."

"What do you mean?"

Merlin frowned and asked:

"Why do you guys always like to talk round the corner? Isn't it straight?"

"Because there are some things, you have to discover them yourself."

The girl said:

"Sannomiya attaches great importance to you. It gives you the power to make other children of the devil covet....However, you are wasting it, Black Mist? Flame? Ha ha... Too low-level."

"Another person said the same thing."

Merlin remembered the reminder of the half-devil Dimon several years ago that his brows became deeper and deeper. He said:

"If you know anything, please tell me, will you?"

"Your weakness prevents you from taking the necessary step. You don't want to use killing to prove how ruthless you are. This is stupid. The seed of power is eager to sublime, but you can't satisfy it. It will soon try to occupy again. You, to satisfy your desire for sublimation."

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

"But you are different from all the devil sons I have seen before, so I am willing to give you some time...I would also like to see if there is any one who can break the despair that has lasted for tens of thousands of years. Reincarnation."

"But it's not out of good intentions, it's just because you passed this slightly submerged game."

"Just treat it as..."

"Please please my reward."

"Merlin, I hope that next time we meet, you can let me bury your interest a little more."

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