Shadow of the Beautiful World

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The time is getting closer to midnight.

On the ridge of Todd Mountain, the bright moonlight sprinkled from the sky, seemingly illuminating a hazy night, but in fact, this light without temperature is actually not enough to dispel the haze brought by the night.

It only makes the night look colder and killer.

"Uh"

The cold wind blew across the mountains. Under the shadow of swaying branches and leaves, under the ash-covered mountain cliff, the left hand of the blade slowly twitched, pulling the silver long sword out of the scabbard.

Probably because of the problem of unorthodox inheritance, whether it is a blade or Whistler training him, they don't have two swords like the official demon hunter. The blade in the blade of the blade was forged by Whistler himself, using the secret steel of the demon hunter, making the sword extremely strong. Outside the body of the sword, it is silver-plated with modern technology.

This combination of ancient and modern makes this sword have both the sharpness of the sword and the demon-breaking effect of the silver sword.

Gang sword eliminates evil, and silver sword drives away evil.

This is the creed that the ancient profession of Hunting Devil has been born.

But at this moment, at least at this moment, the blade's emotions are not as firm as he looks.

Because what stood before him was not the enemy that had to be knocked down, but his mother. Those who are connected to his blood and gave him life.

"I thought you were dead."

Under the sunglasses, the blade's gaze became tender for a moment, but at the next moment, he returned to indifference again.

"I still remember those things, probably the cause of the filthy blood. From the moment I was born, those memories have been in my heart."

The blade was holding a long sword. He looked at the female vampire wearing a white dress in front of her. Even after more than 30 years, her appearance was as vivid as she remembered, as if she had never been old.

But the red lips and the **** entanglement on her body made the blade unable to ignore her identity at this time.

He says:

"I saw your eyes closed, covered with blood, and pushed away from the operating room."

"I am indeed dead, Eric."

The female vampire did not dare to look at her son’s eyes. She lowered her head and said:

"But after midnight that night, I opened my eyes again."

"So you accepted your second life with peace of mind?"

There was a hint of sarcasm in the blade's voice:

"In my heart, you have always been a great and strong person, but now it seems that it is just the self-beautification of the words "mother" in my memory. You are a coward..."

"I am your mother!"

Blade's sarcasm made the female vampire in front of her feel angry, she raised her head and shouted to the blade sharply:

"You should respect me!"

"Why?"

The blade raised his long sword in his hand. He said stiffly:

"Just because you gave birth to me, so I must respect you? If you have been alive, if you are really as great as you think, how can you let your son live alone for 13 years? You I was just born, but less than 30 minutes after I was born, you abandoned me!"

"I guess, you never came back to see me, right?"

The blade's questioning caused the female vampire to be at a loss.

This is not at all the scene where she imagined the mother and son meeting. Faced with the sarcastic language and gaze of her son, she can only try to explain with a pale voice:

"No, I want to go back. I've been worrying about you, but I can't go back, I... I have a hard time."

"Sorry."

The blade took a step, he whispered:

"I do not want to hear!"

"Uh"

At this moment, the figure of the demon hunter was like a predatory bear predator. In the blink of an eye, he appeared in front of the female vampire. The silver blade in his hand whistled and fell, facing the cut blade, the female in front of him. The vampire seemed to be scared and stupid, standing there motionless, face full of consternation.

She never seemed to anticipate that her son would wave her arms so ruthlessly.

She looked at the blade with a mixture of anxiety, consternation and despair. At the moment when the four eyes were opposite, the blade of the blade was finally hesitant.

"Snapped"

The tree behind the female vampire was cut smoothly by the blow, and the trail of the blade fell less than a few centimeters from her body.

After the blade was swayed, several chopped hairs flew in the air.

"puff"

With the sound of a sharp weapon coming into the body, the face of the blade of the weapon waved away, and at this moment it turned pale.

In front of him, the expression on the face of his mother, the female vampire, was like a face change. From that fragile sluggishness, it instantly became a familiar and vague vampire blade.

In his mother's hand, a needle pierced the blade's abdomen, and in that needle tube, there was a weird, blue liquid tumbling and was quickly injected into the blade's body.

Blade is a daywalker. He takes care of all the advantages of humans and vampires, but he also inherits some of the weaknesses of humans. Just like now, a powerful sleeping agent that has no effect on vampires is still effective on blades.

"you..."

The blade unconsciously waved his left fist, hitting the vampire's cheek, smashing her entire body back a few steps, and he pulled out the needle in the abdomen himself. But it was too late, everything in front of me began to turn upside down.

"boom"

The ruthless demon hunter fell to the ground and his breath became weak.

In his gaze, the bruised female vampire on her face walked up to him. There was a gentle expression on her face. She squatted down and stroked the cheek of the blade. She said:

"My Eric, you are my son, I love you like all mothers."

"I know how you have lived these years, the **** old ghost is using you, he turns you into a killing machine without emotion. But this is not the life you should have, tonight...Diken promised me , Tonight, he will give you true freedom."

"Eric, you don't need to find identity in the torn identity of humans and blood, and you will really go home tonight. In your life, I will compensate you for those years I missed... My dear son, I will always be with you."

"Dickon... how come you are with that lunatic...?"

Knife-blade endured that painful dizziness, he asked word by word:

"You and it... what the **** is going on?"

Faced with the blade's question, his mother Vanessa's young face showed a twisted smile. She raised her son in one hand and said to him:

"I know that you have been looking for the vampire who bit me for more than 30 years. But it was actually in this city, Deakin. Eric, the vampire who bit me in those days, it was Deakin. According to the tradition of the blood, it is your "father."

"Don't hate it, Eric, when I was most desperate, it took me in, it contained me. It's not as bad as you think..."

This answer made the blade cold throughout the body, but he was already struggling. The last thing he could do before he was completely comatose was to use only the remaining force to pull the pocket of his trench coat to ensure that The black watch in your pocket won't fall out of the bumps.

In the past 30 years, the blades have been fighting alone.

But even he almost forgot. Now, he is no longer alone.

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The scale of the Yonge Temple hidden inside Todd Hill is large.

At that time, Vlad III and his followers almost hollowed out the entire mountain of a mountain, and inside it used blood magic and solid marble columns to support a grand hall nearly 50 meters high.

It is like a truly complete palace, with a hall, a main hall, and a secret room for sealing the source blood.

Twelve pillars carved with different images are arranged around the secret room. Their images resemble the knights of the medieval period. The vampires at that time were very cumbersome and exaggerated. So the appearance of the 12 giant stone carvings is simply wonderful. .

In front of the pillar, there are 12 stone platforms carved with different runes, and in the center of the chamber, there is a cylindrical platform similar to the throne.

Twelve homeowners from the Blood Presbyterian Church of the Americas, the blood warriors of the radicals were tied to the stone platform matching their family crests with iron chains, just like the sacrifice of an upcoming sacrifice.

Around the Chamber of Secrets and around this magnificent palace, the soldiers who followed Deakin were all in their places, and the South American vampires who followed the "witch" were also heavily armed guarding the entrances of the Yongye Palace.

High-ranking vampire warlocks who are proficient in blood magic are adjusting the magic flow around the palace. They must use the magic of the underground escape to reawaken the supreme power of the blood race hundreds of years after the ancestors left.

Everything is ready, every gear has been fit together, just wait for a command, all this dust will be seen again.

But even on such an important occasion, the mysterious "witch", the initiator of the blood **** inheritance, still did not appear. She doesn't seem to care about all this at all.

"Ah, the blade, or I should call you Eric."

In the hall of the Temple of Eternal Night, Deacon Frost, who has turned on the inheritance of the blood god, has been prepared. This seemingly unruly vampire leader is wearing a simple and exaggerated red woolen robe with some hanging around the neck of the robe The little golden pendant is dressed like a medieval old ghost walking out of the scroll.

It stood in front of the blade, and the dangerous vampire hunter was bound in the air with his thick chains bound to his limbs.

All the arms of the demon hunter have been confiscated, and several **** wounds have been cut on his body to keep him weak.

"Maybe you already know."

Dickon carried his hands on his back, and he looked up at the weak blade, saying:

"Your mother has told you all, right? Eric, you should call me'father', although I don't want your unruly son like you. But it doesn't matter, although you have made a lot of me before Trouble, but it’s all a thing of the past."

Dickon said softly:

"After I have accepted the legendary power of my ancestors, I will release you for the first time. You don’t need to worry about whether you are a human or a blood race. After tonight, you will become the most enemies in my blood clan dynasty. Fearless killing generals."

"I will give you this glory, you deserve my attention."

"Pooh!"

The weak blade gave a bite to Deacon, but was averted by the agile Deacon.

"Dike Frost, you pretend to be a big man, but you and I know that your origin is useless and your life will continue to be nothing... In the eyes of your subjects, you will always be an impure Hybrids!"

"To shut up!"

The blade's words poked the most vulnerable part of Deakin's heart.

It stretched out his hand in some rage, intending to teach this guy a lesson, but at the next moment, Dickon's expression suddenly calmed down.

It snorted coldly, continued to hold his hands, and said in a leisurely voice:

"Although you say it, everything will change tonight. Eric... Blade, I have always been curious. You throw your heads and sprinkle blood on humans, do they really accept you?"

Blade did not answer this question, and Deakin obviously did not need his answer. The half-vampire, who had prepared everything, said in a persuasive tone:

"Look at you, it's such a silly boy. Eric, let me tell you, humans are the most exclusive, they are the most stupid and most selfish, and in their eyes, you are nothing more than an impure hybrid. You I know, I’m right, because you and I were both human beings."

"Okay, time is up, take a look at your eyes wide open."

Diken, escorted by several high-ranking blood races, turned to the secret room at the end of the blade's line of sight. It lengthened his voice and said like an ode:

"Tell me, Eric, my blood dynasty and me will rise from tonight. We will bring a real blood promotion to this world!"

"Eric!"

After Dickon left, the female vampire Vanessa approached him, she said in a tone that taught her son:

"You shouldn't provoke Dickon, it has realized your value, my son, you will have a bright future! Don't ruin everything by impulse."

"Shut up, you make me feel ashamed."

Blade didn't want to say a word to the woman who had fallen on his mother's face but had fallen into a monster.

He was suspended in the air, the blood in his body had been lost by almost one third, and he was too weak to hold the sword. But the more this is, the more intense the repressed flames in his heart flew.

He looked at the secret room at the end of his line of sight. He said:

"I will watch...I will not miss all this."

"The fall of a lunatic..."

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