Shadow of the Beautiful World

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While Merlin and others set off from the abandoned factory in Manhattan, a conversation between vampires is taking place in another place in New York.

Deacon, the leader of this radical vampire, is sitting on the top floor of his luxurious villa. Thick curtains were pulled up from the windows around the villa, and only a hint of light shone into the room along the gap of the curtains.

This is the setting sun, but even such a weak sun is still fatal to these vampires.

They have far more power and speed than ordinary people, but this is not a perfect blessing, but also a tragic curse. They are not exposed to sunlight, nor can they sunbathe in the warm sunlight like ordinary people.

They can only live in darkness for life, just like the rats in the sewers.

This world does not belong to them, at least half of them do not belong to them.

"boom"

A guy with a bag on his head was grabbed his arms by two expressionless vampire warriors and dragged him all the way to Deakin's eyes. Then he was ruthlessly thrown on the ground.

It struggled, and at the next moment, the bag on its head was pulled away by Dickon.

"Master Great Speaker, how are you doing today?"

Dickon was sitting in the chair, and he looked at Getaro under his feet with his gentle, lover-like eyes. The Speaker of the American Blood Presbyterian Church was quite embarrassed at this time. Its majestic face was covered with burn wounds and blood stains. It was robbed from a mansion by a group of people.

It stands to reason that the defense of the House of Speakers of the Presbyterian Church of America will not be so fragile.

But the problem was that there was a traitor beside Getaro. The cunning Deacon bought several guards, and then launched a surprise attack.

"Yeah, the soldiers under me are a little too rude."

Dickon bent down and extended his hand, helping Gettaro to dress up some loose clothes. He looked at the speaker and said:

"Please don't resent them, because I let them do it."

The radical vampire said in a kindly, gentle voice like an old friend meeting:

"You may not know it. In fact, when we first met, I was... hate you! Let me think about it, it should have been more than 50 years ago, when New York was not as prosperous as it is now. It was just a poor kid from Kentucky who had a dream and wanted to do something big in New York."

Dicken said slightly sadly:

"I didn't have anything at that time, but at that time I could at least hug the sun."

"You shameless white-eyed wolf!"

Gettaro's hands were cut off with a knife mixed with holy silver. Even if it was the recovery power of a pure blood vampire, it would take some time to recover.

It was forced to kneel on the ground and glared at Deacon with a cannibalistic eye. It said:

"I gave you resources, I gave you freedom, you madman, without me, you would have died in the hands of vampire hunters!"

"Yes, you helped me when I was most down."

Dickon nodded, and in a dark room, he stood up, walked aside, poured himself a glass of wine mixed with blood, he looked at the wine glass in his hand, looked at the flowing liquid, he carried the wine And walked to Getaro.

It picked up the glass and poured it slightly, allowing the cold, blood-like wine to sprinkle on top of Getaro's head.

It was like humiliating the speaker.

Deakin's voice became cold at this moment:

"But you shouldn't forget who took everything from me and turned me into a humble, half-vampire? Didn't your ruthless and foolish sister ruin my life back then?"

"She treats me like her dog... Let her play with it, and kick it away when she gets bored."

Dickon clasped the glass in his hand and smashed the exquisite thing on Gettaro's head. In the shattering sound of the glass, Gettaro's face was marked with a scar of scars. But the next moment, the scar began to heal.

"Sister keeps doing evil, and brother keeps cleaning up the mess."

Deacon chuckled and said:

"You're actually not easy, my adult speaker. There must be such a crazy sister, must it be uncomfortable? Where did you send her? San Francisco? Or Chicago? You know what kind of shame I will not forget , Right? So you sent her away...what a smart choice."

"I won't let her go."

Dickon seems to be tired of this kind of game of abusing the enemy. It sits back in the chair again. It picks up a box of sunscreen from the table at hand and applies it on its skin bit by bit. Luo said:

"After I get the purest inheritance, I will go to her in person, and I will give her the shame she had imposed on me... Double back to her! I will watch her burn in the sun, listen Her wailing fell asleep..."

Dickon carefully applied sunscreen, and every inch of skin did not leak, he said softly:

"Trust me, that day won't be too far away. But this time, your good brother, you can't save your crazy sister. You can't even save yourself."

"I have said that between us, from the beginning, it was a personal grudge!"

Getaro did not speak.

The older vampire speaker closed his eyes like a warrior who killed his neck.

Its silent gesture made Diken a little dissatisfied. It didn't appreciate Getaro's crying, which made its revenge somewhat lacking in flavor. But it doesn't matter, in this vampire game, it has already won.

Just take the last step...it wins.

It's a pity that the woman who has always been with her can't see all this.

"Have you seen the sunset in New York?"

Dickon finished applying sunscreen, put his sunglasses on his eyes, then walked to the window and turned his head to look at Getaro, who was there. It said softly:

"In the sand of Long Beach, watching the sun fall a little below the sea level, the flame-like cloud hangs in the sky, and the sea breeze with a scent blows your face. That is me or a When I'm a human, I don't want to miss a scene every afternoon."

"Those most ordinary things only know how precious they are when they are lost."

At this moment, Dickon seemed to become a melancholic poet. He stretched out his hand silently and held the closed curtains in the room. At the next moment, his voice became a kind of unruly satire. Tone.

It looked back at Gataro and said ironically:

"Oh, I forgot. The great Lord Getaro is a noble pure-blooded species. You probably haven't seen the sunrise and sunset from the moment you were born, right?"

"Let me make up for your regret."

"Uh"

Dickon opened the villa's curtains, and at the next moment, the golden sunlight shone through the window like a waterfall, like dispelling the dark candlelight.

Dickon, who was covered with sunscreen all over his body, spread his arms and stood in the pouring sunlight, as if returning to his posture as a human.

Behind it, Getaro's body was like a piece of paper burned by fire, and a plume of white smoke rose like a burning leather on every inch of its skin.

Adult Speaker gritted his teeth, trying to fight the pain caused by the sun, but it couldn't.

Apart from the legendary legendary vampire, no vampire can resist this pain.

In the Middle Ages, those ancient vampire families used the sun to punish those who made mistakes. They call it "Japanese punishment", which is the most terrifying punishment for vampires in the world.

"Look, I said, it's beautiful."

Dickon walked to Getaro, although the half-vampire was protected by sunscreen, but also had the smoke that was scorched by the sun, but compared to Getaro’s pain, it felt less anxious Worth mentioning.

"Don't be afraid, Mr. Speaker."

Dickon stood beside Getaro, whose skin had begun to burn, and whispered:

"You are only the first, wait a while on the way to hell, and I will send your companions soon. You were good friends during your life, and you shouldn't walk alone after death."

"You can't control the blood god!"

In the pain of burning the flames, Gettaro was like a burning torch. He gritted his teeth and said one word after another:

"I will wait in hell, I will wait for you, Deacon Frost, you are just an arrogant lunatic, the **** of blood...you can't control that kind of power! The ants who deliberately become giants will die. It's miserable..."

"I will wait for you! Deacon!"

"In hell, I'll settle accounts with you... well!"

"boom"

In the roar of Getaro, its body was like a fired shell, exploding in the luxuriously decorated villa hall of Dicken, but there was no trace of blood. Instead, it flew around the room. Black ashes.

This is the scene where a vampire died.

Their life, in addition to adding to the legends and stories of the vampires, will not leave any traces in this world.

"Uh"

At the next moment, the opened curtain was stretched out by Deacon again, leaving no gap.

In the darkened room, Deacon gasped, sitting weakly on the chair.

Such things as sunscreen are unlikely to help vampires to be completely immune to sun damage. Even if the whole body is covered with sunscreen, it can only guarantee that vampires can stay in the sun for less than 5 minutes.

Sunshine, that is their original sin.

"Soon, soon...don't worry."

Dickon looked at his burned finger, and in a deserted room, it said softly:

"Soon, I can stand in the sun."

"I am about to fulfill my wish, but why...I am not happy at all?"

"My mercury... where are you?"

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"Come with me, don't say anything."

At a tourist port in Manhattan, a man in a yellow trench coat and a bohemian look, that is, the original Special Adviser of SHIELD, John Constantine, who has disappeared for several years, is walking with two ladies. Walking through a noisy street.

The two ladies were dressed very strangely. They both wore leather jackets often worn by locomotives. They were wrapped tightly from head to toe. Their faces were covered with headscarves like Arab women. They almost wrapped their faces without leaving a trace. The gap makes people have to wonder whether this will suffocate these two ladies.

But really, even if it was wrapped like this, the two ladies were overbearing to the perfect figure, and the men around couldn't help but take a look.

"This is a boat ticket."

Constantine escorted the two ladies to the embarkation of a large yacht. He stuffed two tickets into the hands of the two ladies. He told:

"This boat has a direct flight to London. You can move freely when you get off the boat. If you really can't find a place to stay, go to Liverpool. I still have a few there... Well, barely an acquaintance of a friend, They will help you."

Zakang, who has always been known as the passionate prodigal son, behaves like a perfect love saint at this moment.

He reached out and hugged the two vampire ladies who had been with him for several years, even squeezing tears from his face.

This scene deeply moved the two pure-blooded vampire ladies.

Well, they are Jang Kang's lover. They hooked up with Jang Kang a long time ago. In addition, these two vampire chicks are actually the relationship between sister and sister.

I don’t know where the charm of Zakang came from, so that they would rather abandon the family and follow him willingly.

"John, this time, we don't know when we can meet."

The elder sister of the vampire sister took Zakang's hand, she said emotionally:

"Everything you do for us, we will not forget."

"Don't say this."

Zakang replied:

"The radical vampires are searching for you purebreds all over the city, and Deakin must have been badhearted. If you stay here for a minute, you will be a little more dangerous. Get on the boat quickly. If you have a chance, I will Go to Europe to see you."

"Wait, John."

Just as Constantine was about to leave, the younger sister of the vampire sisters suddenly shouted at him, and put a key in Jaccon's hand.

The beautiful female vampire lowered her voice and said to Zakang:

"This is the key to our family manor. I know that you have been doing your best to collect magic books. There are some collections left by our ancestors in the secret rooms of our family manor. You can go there to see it, but you must pay attention to safety."

Jacques held the key in his hand, and a glint of conspiracy flashed in his eyes, but he was still emotionally hugging the vampire lady, just like the hero and heroine of the Titanic.

In reluctance, Zha Kang watched the cruise ship go away.

He turned around, took out a silk-card cigarette in his mouth, lit it with a lighter, and when the first plume of smoke rose, he reached out his phone and called the number "07".

"Hello, baby? I won't go to your dinner tonight."

Zakang looked at the shiny key in his hand. In a sweet, greasy voice, he said to Miss Succubus on the other side of the phone:

"I was in a hurry, and the carefully planted seeds have grown into fruit. I have to hurry to get my harvest."

"Don't worry, I have completely broken up with them. I will only treat you wholeheartedly in the future. Speaking of it, did you let me find the runes you helped me with? Have you got any news recently?

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