Shadow of the Beautiful World

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The new stronghold of the American Presbyterian Church, which was hit hard last night, is not far from the barber shop found by the blade and run by ghost fans.

This new stronghold... Um, how to say?

It still inherits the vampires' tradition of finding their feet. It does not see the sun all day long, and it is cold and wet. Although it has been cleaned and transformed, it still has a smell that makes people feel sick.

That's right, those defeated soldiers were hiding in the sewers northeast of Staten Island.

"It's really a place for mice."

The blade walked silently in this ancient sewer, and it could be seen that this place was a secret place transformed by the Presbyterian Church, and this transformation must have lasted a long time.

Perhaps before Gettaro became the speaker, this was already one of the refuges of the Presbyterian Church on the entire east coast.

Although there is no disgusting sewage and garbage at the feet, walking in the sewer is not a comfortable thing. This underground passage is like a maze in the city. Those vampires are very chicken thieves to install the walls of the sewer. Go to a magically driven secret door, so that, in addition to their own people, even if they enter the sewer, don't want to find them,

But this effective defense is of little use to vampire hunters.

Even vampires will leave traces when they move, and those traces that ordinary people can't see, in vampire hunters, to be precise, in the eyes of demon hunters, are as obvious as the stars in the dark.

Miss Bloodstone once said that every official demon hunter has his senses strengthened by mutant potions, and they are all true masters of tracking and hunting.

In the eyes of the blade, in this dim path, those light footprints radiated a reddish light in the darkness, just like a road sign, indicating him the direction of progress.

After walking for more than ten minutes in a maze-like sewer, the blade finally came to his destination.

It was a closed dead end, and it looked like nowhere else in the sewer. But the blade tapped his finger on the wall, and the kind of overly empty echo that came from it represented a huge space behind the wall.

"This is it."

The blade moved his shoulder a bit. He took a bundle of plastic bombs from the pocket of his trench coat. This was military explosives taken from SHIELD. It was amazingly powerful and easy to use.

He skillfully attached the bundle of bombs to the wall, and then returned to the corner. After a few silent counts, the horrible bang, accompanied by the sound of the wall shaking, sounded in this quiet sewer.

The scorching flame rolled over the edge of the sewer like a storm. When the scorching smoke had not dispersed, the blade of a long sword and a rapid-fire pistol held the scorching smoke and rushed into the blasted After the secret door.

"Sapris, Mazefak!"

In the low-pitched hello of the blade, in the sound of the bomb explosion, in the hustle and bustle of screams, bullets flew out of the barrel of the gun, howling when they were dying, for help and fleeing in panic.

In this elder's vampire's nest, another massacre began.

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"boom"

A few minutes later, with a blade full of blood, he kicked open the deepest door of this empty underground hall with the ashes flying behind him.

Appearing in front of him was a secret room with beautiful decoration and almost full of bookshelves, and a small burning fireplace.

In front of the blade, the Speaker of the "Rebirth", Getaro, was sitting in front of the burning fireplace, throwing some letters in his hand into the burning flame.

The meticulously dressed guy seemed to anticipate the arrival of the blade. It was not panicking. When the blade was walking towards it with a silver sword, it coughed a few times and said to the blade:

"I thought it would be Mr. Merlin who came in person. But I didn't expect that it was you..."

"Tell me, Blade, when did you become those human dog legs?"

The irony was answered by a silver long sword roaring down. The blade didn't intend to say anything to the vampire leader. But facing the long sword that fell, sitting in a chair, with his back facing the blade, Getaro was almost unavoidable, allowing the long sword to cut off his arm.

Between a cry, Getaro gritted his teeth and threw all the letters in his hand into the flames. Only then did the blade notice that Getaro's situation was strange.

It is not that it does not want to avoid this attack, but that it simply cannot.

The speaker of the vampire was pale, even for the vampire, his face was too pale. His face was covered with burn wounds, and his legs had been deformed. The whole person looked like he had been tortured.

It has indeed escaped the fate of death from the lunatic Deacon, but for a pure blood vampire who has not advanced into the higher order, it is costly to escape the death by using the blood secrets of the avatar.

In the blade's eyes, he could feel that this pure-blooded vampire was already very weak. Even if Merlin did not issue a mission to assassinate it, after a few days, it would naturally die because of his injuries.

But the more this is, the heavier the restlessness of the blade.

Since the guy Getaro is dying, why should he support his weak body in the war last night to save the Presbyterian Church?

Is it really unselfish to this degree?

"Oh, from your expression, I saw doubt and ignorance."

Getaru, staring at the blade with a painful pain, said with a strange voice:

"Do you think you won? Wrong...wrong mistake!"

"The existence of the Gettalo family has never been for any power and status. We are holding on to a more sacred mission. It is a pity that you are one step behind."

"Take the opportunity to enjoy life, and the time left for you is running out..."

In the sharp and weird laughter, the weak vampire pulled a mechanism on the armrest of the chair. At the moment when the weird noise appeared, the blade extended his hand, grabbed something from Getaro, and the whole person looked like Like a gust of wind, it rushed towards the exit of this underground hall.

"Boom, boom, boom"

Successive, terrible explosions followed behind the blades. The fires of destruction caused by the buried and detonated bombs were like fire dragons raging deep in the sewers. Between its roars, this American Presbyterian Church The last stronghold in New York, together with its secrets, was completely buried in the dust.

A few minutes after the explosion subsided, the gray-faced blade came out of another exit nearly 1,000 kilometers away from the sewer.

The windbreaker on his body has been completely destroyed, and his face and body are full of scars left after the explosion, but the powerful self-healing ability of the Sunwalker is quickly repairing those burns.

The blade looked back at the completely collapsed sewer behind him. He shook his head, then raised his left hand. In his palm, a ring with some kind of mark was shining in the sun.

But even with the warm sunshine, the ring touched the blade's skin, still exuding a trace of coolness.

This is undoubtedly a magic item, and the most important thing is that the mark on this ring is known by the blade.

"This time..."

The vampire hunter looked at the ring, and he said in a low tone:

"It's really troublesome."

A few hours later, in the Meilin mansion, after sleeping for several hours, Meilin, who had recovered his energy, had just finished a simple meal and heard the knock on the door.

In his pajamas, he opened the door and saw a serious blade standing in front of him.

"Task completed?"

Merlin asked:

"Are you so efficient?"

"Just chasing down a group of vampires, and where can it be difficult?"

The blade walked into the room and he said to Merlin:

"But I have some troublesome problems."

"Talk about it."

While making tea, Merlin said:

"What's the problem? Is it related to Getaro? And, can you be sure it's dead?"

"It's dead."

The blade said affirmatively:

"No vampire can survive that kind of explosion, even high-level vampires. But, how much do you know about the family of Getaro?"

"Ok?"

Merlin looked back at the blade, and he said suspiciously:

"You are a vampire hunter who has lived for more than 30 years. You have hunted those dark mice all over the entire American continent. You and the blood elders will have far more time to deal with me than you. This problem should be clearer to me than you. Yup."

"I know some, but those I know are not enough to answer my current doubts."

Blade was sitting on the sofa, he said to Merlin calmly:

"Maybe the information you found contains the answers I need. In short, let me talk about it. What do you all know about that family?"

"The Getaro family."

Merlin walked to the sofa with the tea, he sat there, recalling the information on the heterogeneous monitoring list he had seen, he said:

"This family, like the Supreme Family, migrated to North America from other places, but they were earlier than the Supreme Family. It is said that it can be traced back to the end of the Civil War. At that time, the internal contradictions of the Blood Presbyterian Association were quite sharp, and Against the Magic Congress."

"The 12 pure-blood families in the Americas need strength, and the Getaro family has power, so after more than ten years of cooperation, they finally became a member of the Blood Presbyterian Association. But I heard that because the Getaro family and 12 The family does not originate from the same ancestor, so their status within the Presbyterian Church is also a bit awkward, and many secrets of the 12 family will not tell them."

"Like the blood **** inheritance this time."

Merlin says:

"If it weren't for the vampires in South America migrating over, I'm afraid this secret will still be covered up."

"It seems that you don't know much."

The blade shook his head in disappointment. Under Merlin's gaze, he threw a delicate on the table. He said:

"I found the origin of the Getaro family."

The blade's expression became serious, and he said to Merlin who picked up the ring:

"Do you know the logo on the ring?"

Merlin did not answer. He looked at the quirky cuneiform sign on the ring. After a few seconds, he whispered:

"The famous Dracula... how come I don't know? You mean, the Gettalo family is a follower of Dracula?"

"Yes!"

The blade said affirmatively:

"Gettalo said a few words to me before committing suicide. It was like a demonstration and a curse before dying. He told me that we had missed the last chance and I didn’t know what it was planning. , But from the ring I snatched back, it should be related to its ancestors. Perhaps, they have found Dracula's grave."

"Time is not right."

Merlin stroking the ring, he said:

"Dracula woke up in 1992, eight years ago. When he woke up at that time, he was faced by the vampire hunter Ulysses. Master Bloodstone, who was prepared in advance. That was also Elsa. Father."

"Although we don't know where Master Ulysses is now, I can be sure that Dracula will definitely not be in America now, and it has a high probability of being injured, and may have been sealed again. "

"1992?"

The blade's brow furrowed tighter.

"I know that Getaro has a younger sister, a famous'madman' in the vampire society of the East Coast. She fell out with Getaro in 1992 and was expelled from New York. Now she is said to be living alone in Chicago. This Isn't it a coincidence between the two things?"

"Hard to say."

Merlin shook his head. He looked at the ring in his hand. He said:

"It seems that someone has to be sent to Chicago."

"I'll go."

The blade retracted the ring, and he said to Merlin:

"I'm going to accompany Whistler to the West Coast to find his daughter. If time is up, I will go to Chicago. If this matter is really related to Dracula, then you can only send someone to die.. It is not the same as Vlad III who was weak after the resurrection. The ancestor of the vampire is immortal, it is too dangerous."

"you?"

Merlin looked at the blade. After a while, he said:

"Why are you so enthusiastic? Are there any grudges between you and Dracula?"

"No."

The blade resolutely replied:

"But I know that once Dracula really appears in North America, then it will bring a disaster. I am a vampire hunter. It is my mission to stop this disaster. Even without you, I will perform this duty. "

"That's it."

Merlin held his chin, and after a few seconds of thinking, he said to the blade:

"I will give you an official identity so that you will not be disturbed during the search, and then you and I will keep information sharing. Once you find anything of value, you must tell me the first time, okay?"

"Identity?"

The blade raised his left hand and waved the black bracelet on his wrist:

"Isn't that just identity? I'm your monitored person now."

"No, not this."

Merlin shook his head:

"It will take a few days to operate, and I will contact you when things are done. If someone like you, if you can't use it properly, then it's really negligence in our work. I mean..."

"Eric, are you interested in working for me?"

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