Shadow of the Beautiful World

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Merlin didn't expect that there will be unexpected surprises when he visits old hunter Whistler this time.

Although he had known it from the Magic Congress before, the legendary character of the hunter, the white wolf, is very likely to be alive, but this time the news heard from the old hunter really confirmed Merlin's guess.

The white wolf, the legendary hunter who was active in the early Middle Ages, was not dead!

He has been hidden under the appearance of the world in a way of swindling and hiding, but this has also caused new problems.

According to Elsa’s family heritage, the longest-lived demon hunter in history has only survived 300 years. This is a long life that ordinary people can’t reach.

But the white wolf...

If he is indeed alive, then he should be more than 1,000 years old now.

How did he do it?

Is he really beyond the physical limit of the demon hunter?

However, according to old Whistler, his daughter Albert also encountered the white wolf in extremely unexpected circumstances. After the latter gave Albert a bottle of breakthrough potion and some training methods of the cat school, he left again.

In other words, even Albert himself could not find the whereabouts of the white wolf.

The legendary demon hunter obviously didn't want other people to know his existence... but the white wolf spent his entire life in Eastern Europe. Why did he suddenly appear in North America after hundreds of years of fraud?

These questions have not been answered. At least for now, Merlin and Elsa have no answers at all.

However, there is still something to be done in front of you.

Realizing that the half-vampire Deacon was already looking for the Temple of Eternal Night, Old Whistler immediately began to help translate those broken texts, trying to find out in the shortest time which mysterious "blood god" heritage came from. A legendary vampire.

This is a job that requires a very high degree of professionalism. If Elsa and Whistler cooperate, the translation work will be very difficult.

As for Merlin and Blade, they couldn't help even a little bit more busy.

Therefore, while the old man and Miss Bloodstone translated the text, Merlin and Blade also left the place now full of various materials.

"Are you also called Eric?"

While walking in a labyrinthine factory, Merlin said to the silent blade at his side:

"What a coincidence."

"and also?"

The blade looked at Merlin, and he waited for Merlin's explanation.

"My adopted son..."

Merlin says:

"His name is Eric."

"This is no coincidence."

The blade said calmly:

"Hundreds of millions of people live on this land, and the same name is too common."

"Ok."

Merlin nodded, and the blade said something reasonable, he couldn't refute it.

A moment later, when the two were about to walk out of the workshop, Merlin asked again:

"You always wear sunglasses, are you covering your eyes?"

"Do not."

The blade replied briefly:

"I'm a half-vampire, and it's a monster in itself. Mutant potions can't change my eyes...I wear sunglasses, but I don't like the direct light. It's all that is."

"Then what have you lost?"

Merlin asked:

"I mean, what emotion did the mutant potion take away from you?"

This problem silenced the blade for a moment. After a few seconds, he said:

"happy."

"Then you are really miserable."

Merlin says:

"You can't feel a happy life. It must be so dark that it is unimaginable."

"It's actually not that bad."

The blade walked over to his workbench, where a crucible was burning, in which was a silver ingot that had melted. In front of the workbench, there are several sets of bullet molds of various sizes.

Obviously, this vampire hunter is making his own hunting weapon.

He extended his hand, sensing the temperature of the crucible, and said to Merlin without looking back:

"I will replace happiness with satisfaction."

"Every time, since I was a kid, following Whistler, every time I watched the vampires fall down, and watched them burn to ashes, I could feel contented... that should be considered a joy, and one. This kind of long-lasting, hard-to-decay happiness. Come, take your hand."

The blade picked up the crucible with pliers, and Merlin stepped forward and placed several molds neatly.

He watched the blades of his hands and feet pouring the melted holy silver into the mold. He also noticed that the blades had special convex patterns on the inside of these molds.

That should be a simplified version of the Hunting Rune.

"This thing is good."

Merlin looked at these exquisitely shaped molds that have been used many times. The holy silver bullets made from these things, in addition to the holy silver itself's killing of vampires, will also be accompanied by secondary killing of demon runes.

However, because the mold is directly cast, it is impossible to provide complex rune arrangements. These simplified versions of the Demon Hunting Rune are also very limited to the secondary killing caused by high-level vampires.

But this is what the current S.D.O.L.D. needs.

Merlin did not immediately ask for this kind of mold. He is not familiar with the blade yet. Such a request is too presumptuous, and there is a high probability that it will be rejected directly.

This guy, blade, is not the kind of guy who would talk nonsense with others.

Absolutely typical people don't talk much.

"That was Whistler."

Blade said:

"The production process is cumbersome, and the old man has a lot of whimsy. If he doesn't be a demon hunter, he is likely to become an inventor of his time, and maybe also an excellent businessman."

"what about this?"

Merlin put down the mold and picked up another weapon he hadn't seen from the blade's workbench.

It was a long silver dagger that looked very similar to a fighting knife. But Merlin could feel that it was hollow, and there was something else between the heavy blade and the handle.

He held the handle of the knife and flipped his wrist, accompanied by the friction of the thin chain. The sharp flat blade was thrown out like a flying knife. Between the electric flints, he pierced the distance Merlin. 5 meters away on the wall.

"It turned out to be a chain sword."

Merlin's wrist exerted force again, and in a frictional sound of metal symphony, the chain sword stabbed into the wall was pulled back again.

This thing is very clever, with an assassinating throwing weapon, but it requires very high skills to use it very well. For the agents of S.D.O.L.D., such weapons are too delicate.

It is indeed destructive in close conflict, but it is too difficult to use.

Merlin put the chain sword back on the table and picked up another curved knife, which looked like a crescent and looked a little weird.

"This is dangerous."

Seeing that Merlin was about to throw the knife out, the blade immediately stopped:

"Don't play casually."

"Relax, I have a balance."

Merlin found the mechanism on the handle of the knife. During the flick of the finger, the crescent-shaped flying knife quickly popped into the other half, making it an S-shaped double-edged flying knife with excellent balance.

Merlin's finger slided on the blade, and he could figure out how terrible damage the vampires around the user would be caused by the 360° crazy hovering after this thing was thrown away.

"These gadgets don't seem to be used by the bear school demon hunters."

Merlin put the storm flying knife in his hand on the table. He looked at the dazzling gadgets in front of him. He said:

"It's like the snakes playing with traps."

"I am not an orthodox hunter."

The blade picked up its silver straight-edged sword and wiped it while saying:

"As long as I can kill a vampire, I will use any weapon... garlic extract, silver nitrate, silver nails, ultraviolet light, some special chemical drugs, everything can be used to hunt, isn't it?"

"Why do you hate vampires so much?"

Merlin leaned aside, watching the blade wipe the long sword, he said:

"There must be a reason because the vampires bit you?"

"I wasn't bitten to become a vampire."

The blade wiped the blade, and he looked at Merlin. He said:

"I don't believe you can't feel this, you are a wizard. So, what you really want to ask is actually my identity, my past, right?"

"It's not a good habit to always speak so straightforwardly."

Merlin flicked his fingers, neither acknowledging nor denying.

In the face of his attitude, the blade did not care much, this special half-vampire said:

"It's not my choice to become a vampire, Merlin."

"Oh? Sounds hidden."

Merlin held out his hand and touched the molds. After confirming that the holy silver had formed, he waved his hands and sprayed the twisted gravity, just like the invisible hands, he lifted the heavy molds and put them Entered the cold water next to the workbench.

"I have listened to a good story today. Maybe I have another chance to hear another one?"

Along with the croaking sound and the rising steam, in Merlin's inquiry, the blade said:

"I was born in 1967, it was a very bad time for black people. My mother was still working when she was pregnant, and when she was about to give birth to me, she was bitten by a vampire at the place where she worked. She She is a very traditional and strong woman. After exhausting her last breath and leaving me behind, she died."

"And the impure blood flowed into my body through the umbilical cord, making me a monster from birth. If I didn't meet Whistler, I'm afraid I couldn't live 13 years old..."

"At that time, I was wandering on the street and escaped from several orphanages in succession. I thought I was sick. I wanted to bite people and wanted to taste the blood."

It’s actually quite boring to listen to Blade’s story. This guy can put a wonderful story in a flat and straightforward tone.

But Merlin didn't care about the story itself, he was curious about the special vampire's ability.

"Whistler just passing by that street realized my anomaly. He pulled out his sword, which was supposed to kill me, but he finally let me go."

The blade stopped, and said calmly:

"In order to prevent me from being controlled by the instinct of blood-sucking, Whistler filled me with the mutation potion...I have to thank the old man. Although I lost something, I survived after all."

The blade placed his holy silver sword in front of his eyes, and with the turning of his wrist, a roaring sound of wind breaking came.

In the reflection of the sword body, the blade saw his face, he said:

"I am a human being, a human being with vampire blood flowing in his body, a demon hunter with the mission of hunting vampires. This is my past, do you have anything else to ask?"

"I heard that the vampires call you the Sunwalker."

Looking at the sunset glow outside the workshop, Merlin said:

"It's not just a nickname, right?"

"Sunshine, which is deadly to vampires, doesn't make much sense to me."

The blade inserted his holy silver sword into the scabbard, he said:

"My resistance to ultraviolet rays is no different from that of ordinary people. I don't need to apply sunscreen or wear a helmet when I go out. The most important thing is that although the desire to draw blood rolls in my heart, I can suppress it."

"Did you...have you ever sucked blood?"

Merlin narrowed his eyes and asked his last question. He said:

"Vampires feed on blood, which is the source of their power. You are also a vampire, but you have never used the power of a vampire... but the more you suppress it, the destructive power at the moment it bursts The more terrifying. Have you ever thought, blade, when one day when your lips are stained with blood, when the vampire power in your body is activated, how strong will you be?"

Merlin added a tone, he said:

"I mean, in the face of this possible crisis, don't you have a little bit of precautions?"

"it!"

The blade pointed at the holy silver sword in front of him, he said:

"It's my precaution. When I can't control myself, I will use it to kill my life."

"I... will never allow myself to become a monster!"

"What if you need it?"

Merlin sighed. He remembered his current situation. He said softly:

"I guess you have never encountered a situation where you can only survive and become a monster if you take the initiative to become a monster... Believe me, Eric, as a person coming over, I suggest you, It’s better to make a second plan."

Merlin said in a low tone:

"I mean, even if you are dying, you have to see the enemy really swallow."

"Gentlemen."

Just when Merlin finished talking, Miss Bloodstone also came from the workshop with a trace of annoyance and anxiety:

"Come here! Whistler and I have found the secret of the blood god."

"I dare to swear, you absolutely can't think of who is the source of blood left in that temple!"

"This time we are in trouble."

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