Shadow trail of the beautiful world

245 Chapter 10. Marionette

For Merlin, Blade is no stranger.

It was Blade who told Merlin that Dickon had put a bounty on Merlin's head.

Of course, at that time, Blade just wanted to warn Merlin and let him pay attention to the possible danger.After all, as a warrior who hunts down vampires all over the world, Blade doesn't want to see a public official who can suppress vampires in New York die under the despicable assassination of vampires.

So, from this point of view, the relationship between Merlin and Blade may not be considered friends, but they are definitely not enemies.

"You, why are you here?"

After the blade fell to the ground, he heard Merlin's voice, and put away the silver-white straight-edged sword in his hand.

The posture of this guy with the sword is different from that of other people Merlin has seen, mainly because the scabbard of the blade is fixed straight behind his back, so when he inserts the sword, it seems to be straight from the front when viewed from the front. It was like inserting that sharp sword into his spine.

"who is she?"

Brother Daofeng had a strong murderous aura and the same strong smell of blood. Obviously, this big brother with a tough appearance was straightforward, and went all the way to the deepest part of the building.

"She's my colleague."

Merlin nodded to Elsa, motioned for Miss Bloodstone to put away her weapon, and he said to Blade:

"Your appearance is much more 'grand' than the two of us."

Blade didn't care about Merlin's teasing. Behind the sunglasses, he focused more on Elsa.For a moment, Blade shook his head, and he said:

"You're a witcher, aren't you, ma'am... a griffin? Or a cat?"

Blade's question made Merlin and Elsa glance at each other subconsciously, and then they saw Blade take out a black metal pendant from his pocket.

That style is very similar to the pendant on Elsa's neck, but it looks like a roaring bear's head.

"I'm a bear school, uh, I can barely count as a bear school."

Dao Feng shrugged his shoulders, and when he saw his true self, the murderous aura on him immediately dissipated a lot.

He said kindly to Elsa:

"I once wondered if my mentor had been telling me some legendary stories to lie to me, but after seeing you, I knew that he didn't lie to me. Demon hunters really exist. It's nice to meet you, my companion."

"It's also the first time I've seen a demon hunter from the Bear School outside of Europe."

Elsa responded:

"Shouldn't your base camp be in Siberia?"

"We'll talk about that later."

Blade looked around, he saw the corroded glass cabinets, he said to Merlin:

"You got the text of the Book of the Dead?"

"Ah."

Merlin nodded:

"But you may be disappointed, Elsa told me, those are not Dracula's book of death."

"Actually, I know."

A sly smile appeared on Dao Feng's swarthy face, and he said to Merlin:

"My mentor told me long ago that Dracula never set foot in America in his long life, at least not yet. Foolish Dickon was deceived."

"You and your mentor were too happy."

Elsa crossed her waist and said to Blade:

"Although it is not the Book of the Dead, it is also another genuine ancient inheritance. What Dickon is looking for is a batch of ancient 'source blood' that is at least over 200 years old. Once it gets the blood, what you will face , is an old monster returning from the long river of time."

Dao Feng's expression changed at this moment, he didn't hesitate for too long, especially after the piercing siren sounded, Dao Feng immediately made a decision.

"Hammerhead Shark Pier in Manhattan, the deepest abandoned factory."

Blade said to Merlin and Elsa:

"Two hours later, meet there, and my mentor and I welcome you."

After finishing speaking, Blade turned around and rushed deeper into the hall. A few seconds later, the sound of fierce firefights mixed with the screams of vampires came into the hall.

"Dad didn't lie to me, Xiong School..."

Elsa shrugged, and she complained:

"Sure enough, they are all a group of violent elements who confronted themselves head-on."

"We should go."

Merlin raised his wrist and looked at the time. His left hand rested on Elsa's slender waist. This action made Miss Bloodstone's body stiffen.But Merlin didn't care, he turned his head and asked:

"Are you afraid of heights?"

"what?"

Before Elsa could react, the next moment, thick smoke lifted her into the sky.

Precisely crossed the breach made by the blade on the top of the head.In the whistling wind, Merlin wrapped the shadow on Elsa's body, and the two of them were like ghosts that did not exist. After ten seconds, they flew through a window that was more than 60 meters high in the office building. out.

"Damn it!"

Elsa felt as if she was flying in the air, and she could see the clear ground when she lowered her head. What's more, in the smoke created by Merlin, she felt as if she was wrapped in a cloud , that empty feeling, as if she was about to fall from a height in the next second.

"The next time you're flying...let me know in advance?"

Merlin condensed her upper body in the air, Elsa hugged Merlin's waist tightly like a koala, and she shouted:

"At least let me be mentally prepared."

"Do not worry."

Merlin smiled at his subordinates, and said:

"Speaking of flying in the air, I'm an old driver."

"Where are we going next?"

High in the sky, Elsa's long orange-yellow hair fluttered, and she asked:

"Directly to the pier in Manhattan?"

"No!"

There was a gleam in Merlin's eyes, and he said to Elsa:

"The House of Returning Blood!"

"I need you to translate those incomplete texts. We need to find out whose inheritance this 'Blood God' is. I heard that legendary vampires have their own unique powers...I mean, what if When the worst happens, we have to make targeted preparations in advance.”

"Two hours may not be enough."

Elsa grabbed Merlin's arm, and she tentatively let go of Merlin's body, like a bird, waving her arms in the mist that surrounded Merlin's body. While experiencing the feeling of flying, she said to Merlin explain:

"The text is cumbersome to translate, and it's still incomplete."

"It's ok."

Merlin looked in the direction of Manhattan, and he replied:

"Translate as much as you can... Isn't there an old hunter on the side of the blade? If he can train a fighter like the blade, it means that the old man also has something in his hand."

"That's what you said."

Miss Bloodstone nodded, she stretched her body, and said to Merlin:

"I've seen half-vampires work and earn money before, and I've seen them integrate into human society to do business, and I even saw a half-vampire mayor in France. But half-vampire witchers... it's really the first time I've seen .”

"The existence of the blade will definitely make those old men in Europe jump with anger."

"Elsa, I have a question. Do you think Blade is really a half-vampire?"

Merlin suddenly asked:

"I feel that he is different from other half-vampires."

"It's really different."

Elsa replied:

"His breath of a vampire is very weak, not like an ordinary person who has been bitten. But he does smell like a vampire... I have never seen such a weird situation, and I guess my dad must have seen it either. "

"Ah."

Merlin nodded:

"Then wait until two hours later. I believe that if he is willing to fight with us, then he should announce this secret to us."

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"boom"

A mobile phone was slammed into the corner of the wall, and with a crisp sound, the expensive vase placed on the edge of the mansion was shattered into a pile of meaningless fragments in the anger of the owner.

Dickon Forrest, the leader of the radical New York vampire faction, was standing in the luxurious hall, shouting like an angry bull.

This half-vampire with great ambitions and strong wrists has a handsome appearance, a perfect figure, golden messy hair on the top of his head, and blue eyes as gentle as a lover, giving him an indescribably charming temperament .

He should have been a real handsome guy when he was still an ordinary person, otherwise he wouldn't be looked at differently by the lonely blood lady.

Unfortunately, that was a long time ago, so long that Dickon had already forgotten the appearance of the blood lady "given" to him for the first time.

Of course, it is also possible that Deacon deliberately forgot all this.

After all, once being the male favorite of a certain wife is not something worth boasting about.

Seeing their leader so angry, several nearly naked female vampires stood up and tried to comfort Dickon.But he was pushed away by Dickon.

"Get out! Get out!"

He yelled at the ladies around him, obviously, he was in a bad mood... very bad.

Those female vampires were afraid of Dickon's power, and they dared not express their anger, so they could only leave the room obediently.

A moment later another voice came from behind Dickon.

It was a slightly hoarse voice with a hint of gloom, but also a hint of greenness, a voice that belonged to a girl.

"what happened again?"

There was a palpable hint of impatience in that voice.

"Your emotional control is too bad. Your mind shouldn't be so impetuous. This will make you suffer a complete failure when accepting the 'Blood God'."

The voice said with a hint of warning, with a hint of sternness:

"Everything is going according to plan, and everything has reached the final step. You should sincerely look forward to your perfect new life instead of venting this boring anger."

"They found it!"

Dickon is angry because something bad has happened.

But even when it was so angry, facing the girl who only heard her voice but didn't see her, it still showed very... humility.

A humility bordering on flattery.

It lowered its head, tried hard to control its emotions, and said softly:

"That tricky vampire hunter, Daywalker Blade... who broke into my building and snatched the Tome of the Dead, may have found out about our plans."

"is yours!"

The mysterious girl interrupted Dickon's description, and she said softly:

"This is your plan, this is your effort to change your destiny, not mine. I just gave you a chance, and you took it, that's all."

"Blade...that's just an insignificant person."

The girl's voice slowly dissipated in the hall, and she seemed unwilling to waste too much time on these trivial matters.

"The Temple of Eternal Night has been found, and your people are cleaning it up. Even if the blade chases your footsteps from now on, it will be too late for him. By the time he finds everything, you will have been reborn with the power of the 'Blood God'. ..”

"Dickon, you won't be so cowardly that you will be afraid of blades even after bearing the power of a legendary vampire?"

"No!"

Dickon gritted his teeth and said:

"I was never afraid of him!"

"Then show me something! You are a fighter, and you must be a fighter!"

The girl's voice became cold again:

"Mediocre wills do not make legends... Deacon, this is my last warning to you."

Dickon stood where he was. He didn't answer. He knew that the mysterious and powerful girl didn't need his answer either.

Just as the girl said, all the legends about the blood god were like a big surprise gift package, which suddenly fell on Dickon's head a few months ago.The South American vampires who worshiped the girl put everything inherited from the blood god in front of Dickon.

But it's not because Deacon is special...just because Deacon is the first vampire that those South American vampires meet, willing to believe in them.

In other words, if another vampire met these South American compatriots earlier than Dickon, then it would be another half-vampire who was about to receive the inheritance of the blood god.

Dickon was not stupid, he could feel that the mysterious girl who was called "witch" by South American vampires actually didn't care who the blood god fell into.

She didn't even care whether the blood god would be re-inherited.

all of these...

Dickon gave everything he wanted to get the inheritance. From the girl's point of view, perhaps, it was just a boring game.

Dickon didn't know who the girl really was, and he didn't dare to find out, or even guess.

It knows that no matter who the girl is, she is someone it can't afford to mess with.

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"What a waste!"

In another place, a mysterious place that is not located in New York.

A girl wearing a blue-black hooded windbreaker, tight-fitting combat uniform, and a dark red pendant around her neck sat cross-legged among the desolate ruins in a meditative posture.

She wore a hood on her head and pulled it extremely low. The shadow of the hood covered most of her face.

But in terms of size, she is definitely not more than 15 years old... maybe even just over 10 years old.

With her eyes closed, the girl whispered:

"I can't even do a marionette... but fortunately, I never had much confidence in you."

A moment later, the girl gave a cold snort, and she stretched out her left hand. On the finger with the black fingerless glove, magic power entwined like embers, and a mirror completely reconstructed by magic power appeared in front of her eyes.

She opened her eyes, a pair of jewel-like, blue-gray eyes.

She looked at the picture in the mirror, and a slightly indifferent smile slowly appeared on the corner of her mouth.

"I'm interested in you, and you are still here."

"I'm weak and incompetent..."

"elder brother."

In front of this mysterious girl, in that mirror, the reflected...

It's Merlin.

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