"He looks like a charred corpse."

In the ruins after the war, Merlin sits on a fallen boulder and looks at Elsa, who is healing the blade in front of her.

Blade's body was covered in black scorch marks, and his skin smelled of disgusting roasted meat, and if this was a normal person, then Merlin would definitely declare him hopeless.

The problem is that the guy in front of him, like him, is not very normal.

"Yes, it looks miserable."

Miss Bloodstone checked the blade, she stood up, stroked her hair, which had turned a little yellow from the heat, and said:

"But beneath the burnt skin, new skin is already growing. The bloodline of the Daywalker is truly amazing, and now it seems that he is not only resistant to sunlight, but also has a strong resistance to fire, and he is not at all like a vampire in my understanding. ”

"He's not a vampire in the first place."

Merlin lit a cigarette, but didn't smoke it, he just needed the smell to soothe his tired mind for a moment.

He looked at the blade lying on the ground, and then at Elsa, and he said with some hesitation:

"Perhaps, it's not just because of the daywalker bloodline that he also absorbed the source blood, although it's only a drop, but this thing is too evil. Perhaps when Blade opens his eyes, he will greet us in the language of hundreds of years ago, and then summon the flying blood spears, smirk and kill the two of us, and then slaughter the whole of New York. ”

Miss Bloodstone looked back at Merlin, who shrugged at her:

"I mean, we have to guard against it. The blade is much stronger than Deacon, and once Vlad III is reborn on him, the fun will be great. ”

"Well, this, it shouldn't be likely."

Standing in the ashes of the ruins, Miss Bloodstone crossed her waist, thought for a moment, and said to Merlin:

"If it's an ordinary vampire, then there's a good chance that what you're saying will come true. But Blade is a Daywalker, and I don't think that the bloodline of the will Daywalker who can defeat Blade's will by relying on a drop of source blood is not as simple as you think. ”

"Oh? Sounds like there's something I don't know. ”

Merlin tossed the burning cigarette in his hand, and he made a "please" gesture to Miss Bloodstone.

"Let's talk about it."

"Don't think of me like a mobile library, Merlin!"

Miss Bloodstone, who crossed her waist, said with some dissatisfaction, but then, she frowned and explained in detail:

"There aren't many introductions to Daywalkers in the family, and even if we have been dealing with vampires for more than a thousand years, we rarely see Daywalkers. But there was some speculation in my grandfather's diary that he had met the last recorded daywalker. ”

"You can guess who that guy is."

Miss Bloodstone glanced at the tired Merlin, and she blinked and said:

"Friendly reminder, that's a very famous lady."

"Don't make a fuss."

Merlin waved his hand, he rubbed his cheeks, and whispered:

"I'm so tired right now, I'm so tired that I don't want to use my brain, so Elsa, let's get straight."

"Well, it's boring."

Elsa pursed her lips, she looked at the charred blade at her feet, and said:

"The last daywalker with a clear historical record was Elizabeth Bathory."

"Oh? The Hungarian countess who died in 1614? ”

Merlin reacted immediately, and it was clear that he had indeed learned history well.

"Yes, Lady Blood, Vampire Countess, etc., are her nicknames."

Elsa said:

"Actually, Elizabeth Bathory is a rare daywalker. But unlike Blade, she easily succumbed to the vampire instincts in her body, you know, in that era of ignorance, nobles could do whatever they wanted. That's why Elizabeth did so many horrific evils, because no one punished her. ”

"The nobles took the news as a kind of terrifying rumor, ordinary witchers were reluctant to provoke the big names in the realm of ordinary people, and in the end, it was the vampire countess herself who made too much trouble, causing the Pope's power to intervene, so that she ushered in the end she deserved."

Speaking of this, Miss Bloodstone sighed, and she said:

"But as with all vampire stories, Elizabeth didn't die, everyone underestimated the daywalker's bloodline abilities, she was locked up in a convent that suppressed the vampire's power for years, but she survived with her terrifying talent and then faked her death."

"My grandfather had hunted her down at the benees of the Holy See, but at the end of the 17th century, Elizabeth had become a legendary vampire through some very evil methods. My father said that the countess was still active in Hungary as late as 1970. ”

"What do you mean?"

Merlin savored the story, he glanced at the charred blade at Elsa's feet, rubbed his chin, and said:

"Our Mr. Lone Ranger also has a great chance of becoming a legendary vampire in the future?"

"Not impossible."

Elsa snorted, and she said:

"As long as he lives long enough, he's sure to become a legendary vampire. His talent is amazing, coupled with his own strong will, Vlad III wants a drop of blood to occupy him, that is impossibleIn fact, in the vampire culture, there is a saying that every daywalker is Cain's chosen people, and they represent a certain will of Cain. ”

"Nonsense!"

Merlin snorted and said with a look of disdain:

"There's no such thing as Cain, the god of vampires, and in the eyes of wizards, it's just that the vampires are putting gold on their faces."

"That being said, no one knows if there is any real evidence for Cain's legend."

Elsa did not argue with Merlin on this issue, she glanced at the half-collapsed Temple of the Eternal Night, and said to Merlin:

"What should I do here?"

"Burn it!"

Merlin replied without hesitation:

"Without Vlad III's blood, no one will pay attention to this ruin. But the breath that remains here will cause a lot of unnecessary trouble, you leave with the blade first, a few of my subordinates should now follow Whistler on the ridge to hunt down the fleeing radical vampires, you can go find them, and then wait for me at the bottom of the mountain. ”

Merlin stood up, drew his wand, and said to Elsa:

"I'm going to burn this place down with my own hands to make sure this is over."

"Then be careful yourself."

Miss Bloodstone has no objection to this, as a vampire hunter, she knows that Merlin's actions are necessary.

She pulls out a black body bag and fills the charred blade into it. It will take at least a few hours for this daywalker to get back to normal. After watching Elsa disappear into the night with the body bag, Merlin looked back at the ruins of the temple hidden in the mountain, he shook his head, flicked his wrist, and a persistent spell was thrown.

“nendo！ (Flame Curse)"

"Boom"

Orange flames seemed to spread out of the void, shooting out from the tip of Merlin's wand in a waterfall gesture, more like a magnified flamethrower, and the scorching flames swept across every stone in front of him as Merlin's wrist flipped.

Under the blazing flames, the cold aura that existed on these stones was completely dispelled.

This is necessary for follow-up processing.

Most ordinary people are sensible and cherish their lives.

But there are always people with abnormal brains who like to joke with their own lives and other people's lives, and as a protector, Merlin has to minimize this risk.

After all, in the face of a legendary vampire like Vlad III, who knows if it will leave some other means in the Temple of Eternal Night?

Merlin spent more than ten minutes carefully searching and cleaning up the entire ruins, and finally, he returned to the edge of the platform where he fought Vlad III, he looked left and right, and then nodded:

"Well, that should be fine."

With that, he was about to turn and leave.

But the next moment, a cold, almost emotionless voice sounded behind him:

"Below the seventh pillar on the left, there is a dark compartment behind the third stone, which contains some of Vlad III's collection of magic books."

"Five meters below the stone slab 17 yards in front of you, there is a chest that was forcibly buried by the vampire's followers in 200 years, containing some of Vlad III's favorite outfits and some accessories for use after their owners were resurrected."

"At the foot of the temple statue, there are two swords, the trophies of war captured by Vlad III after he killed a master witcher 200 years ago."

"From your point of view, any of these things, falling into the hands of ordinary people, will cause some unnecessary trouble, but the question is, you have it for your eyes, you have the ability it gives you, you have had them for 11 years, why are you still so dull? So weak."

The voice carried a hint of undisguised sarcasm:

"It's so weak that I don't even want to get rid of you."

Merlin's progress stopped, and he turned back, and behind him, on the platform that belonged to Vlad III, a short girl was standing in a dead silence.

No!

She hovered there.

She was on her toes, always a few inches away from the ground.

And her body was covered by a large blue-purple cloak, and the corners of the cloak also fluttered gently in the night wind.

Her face was obscured by a pulled down hood, and Merlin could only see the long black hair flowing on the sides of her cheeks.

There she was.

Merlin could see her.

But in Merlin's perception, there was nothing there.

"Who are you?"

Merlin's fingers flickered, and his wand and Cybertron weapon module fell into his hand. The weapon was in hand, but Merlin didn't feel any sense of security.

Experience told him that the girl who suddenly appeared was not a person to deal with.

"You don't need to know who I am."

The girl said calmly:

"You just need to know that I've been hunting down the 'sons' of the third house for the past few years, and you're one of them, right?"

"I am."

Merlin nodded:

"But I'm not like them."

"Different?"

The girl smiled:

"I don't see it. Your soul is also darkening, day after day, night after night it howls and tries to break through its cage, and the walls you have forged for your soul are cracked and crumbling, and you and I both know that it is not long before that deadline arrives. ”

"You will degenerate into a bloodthirsty monster, you will be possessed by instinctive 'evil', and you will become a half-demon. You're resisting that fate, but how long can you resist? ”

"Buzz"

The girl held out her hand, and in the palm of her fingerless glove, a blue-purple energy blade hummed.

Her tone became colder:

"Don't struggle, I can't give you relief, but I can let you die with dignity."

"Ahh

Merlin sighed, he looked at the unidentified but extremely dangerous girl in front of him, and said:

"It's terrible, the mentally ill are getting younger. Listen, kid, I don't know who you are, and I don't know what grudge you have between you and Sannomiya. But what will I be like in the future, that's my question."

Merlin raised his head, looked at the girl in front of him, and said seriously:

"Look into my eyes, child, if I am destined to go to hell, I will go down on my own feet I don't need you to help me I don't need you to help me, and the third house will not want to occupy me!"

The atmosphere became tense at this moment, and Merlin was ready for the last game. There is no doubt that he is a strong opponent in front of him, so he exposes that all his hole cards are not sure of winning.

But there are some things that you can't do without being sure.

Merlin's momentum continued to rise, but after a few seconds, the child in front of him suddenly dispersed the energy blade in his hand.

It was as if she had lost her hostility at this moment, and she was looking at Merlin as if it were a threat just now, just a fantasy that didn't exist.

After a moment, she said in a calm tone:

"A very good idea, like an ant that provokes giants, although stupid, but at least courageous. However, you have not yet understood your power that you are special, and you do not know it. ”

"What do you mean?"

Merlin frowned and asked:

"You people, why do you always like to talk around the bush, can't you just say it?"

"Because there are some things that you have to find out for yourself."

The girl said:

"Sannomiya values you very much, and what it gives you is the power that makes other demon sons salivate and yet, you are wasting it, Black Mist? Flame? Hehe, it's too low-level. ”

"Another person said the same thing."

Merlin remembered the reminder that the half-demon Damon had reminded him years ago, and his brow furrowed more and more, and he said:

"If you know anything, please tell me, okay?"

"Your weakness prevents you from taking the necessary step, and you don't want to kill to prove how ruthless you are. It's stupid, the Power Seed is craving for sublimation, but you can't satisfy it, and it will soon try to take over you again to satisfy its own desire for sublimation. ”

The girl's hovering figure faded in the air, as if a soap bubble was about to disappear, and she said:

"But you're different from all the demon sons I've seen before, so I'm willing to give you some time, and I'm eager to see if there is anyone who can break the cycle of despair that has lasted for tens of thousands of years."

"But it's not with good intentions, it's just because you passed this slightly sinking and boring game."

"Just take it as it is"

"Please my reward."

"Merlin, I hope that the next time we meet, you can let me bury your interest with more hands."