The blade wiped the blade stopped, he looked at Merlin and said:

"I don't believe you can't feel this. You are a wizard. So, what you really want to ask is actually my identity, my past, right?"

"It's not a good habit to always speak so bluntly."

Merlin bounced her fingers, neither admitting nor denying them.

Faced with his attitude, Blade didn't care much, and this special semi-vampire said:

"I'm not my choice to become a vampire, Merlin."

"Oh? It sounds like there is something hidden."

Merlin stretched out his hand and touched the molds. After confirming that the Holy Silver had been formed, he waved his hand, and the twisted gravity that burst out, like an invisible hand, lifted the heavy molds and put them into the cold water next to the workbench.

"I've heard a good story today. Maybe I have a chance to hear another one?"

Accompanied by the whistling sound and rising water vapor, Blade opened his mouth and said:

"I was born in 1967, a bad era for black people. My mother was still working when she was pregnant, and when she was about to give birth to me, she was bitten by a vampire where she worked. She was a very traditional and strong woman. After she had exhausted her last breath and left me, she died."

"And that impure blood flowed into my body through the umbilical cord, making me turn into a monster from birth. If I hadn't met Whistler, I wouldn't have lived beyond 13 years old."

"At that time, I was wandering on the street and escaped from several orphanages in a row. I thought I was sick, I wanted to bite people, and I wanted to taste the blood."

It is actually quite boring to listen to Blade Feng telling stories. This guy can tell a wonderful story in a straightforward tone.

But Merlin didn't care about the story itself. What he was curious about was the ability of Blade, a special vampire.

"Whistler, who happened to pass by that street, noticed my abnormality. He drew his sword and was going to kill me, but he finally let me go."

The blade stopped and said calmly:

"In order to prevent me from being controlled by my instinct of sucking blood, Whistler poured me a mutant potion. I have to thank the old man for losing something, but I survived after all."

The blade put his holy silver sword in front of him, and as his wrist flipped, a series of howling sounds of wind breaking through the wind came.

In the reflection of the sword body, Blade saw his face and said:

"I am a human, a human with vampire blood flowing in my body, a witch hunter who is on the mission of hunting vampires. This is my past, do you have anything else to ask?"

"I heard those vampires call you the Sun Walker."

Meilin looked at the sunset outside the workshop and said:

"This is not just a nickname, right?"

"The sun is deadly to vampires, and it doesn't make any sense to me."

The blade inserted his sacred silver sword back into the scabbard, he said:

"My resistance to ultraviolet rays is no different from that of ordinary people. I don't need to apply sunscreen or wear a helmet when I go out. The most important thing is that although the desire to draw blood is rolling in my heart, I can suppress it."

"Have you really not sucked blood?"

Merlin squinted his eyes and asked his last question, he said:

"Vampires feed on blood, and blood is the source of their power. You are also a vampire, but you have never used the power that belongs to a vampire. The more you suppress it, the more terrifying the destructive power it will be at the moment of its explosion. Have you ever thought about the blade, one day, when your lips are stained with blood, when the vampire power in your body is activated, how strong will you be?"

Merlin strengthened his tone and said:

"I mean, in the face of this possible crisis, do you have no precautions?"

"it!"

The blade pointed to the Holy Silver Sword in front of him, and he said:

"It is my precaution. When I can't control myself, I will use it to end my life."

"I will never allow myself to become a monster!"

“What if you need it?”

Merlin sighed, remembering his current situation, and he whispered:

"I guess you have never encountered a situation where you can survive and defeat the enemy only if you take the initiative to become a monster, believe me, Eric, as a veteran, I suggest you better make a second plan."

Merlin said in a low tone:

"I mean, even if you want to die, you must see the enemy die before you talk."

"Gentlemen."

Just as Merlin finished speaking, Miss Bloodstone also heard from the workshop with a hint of annoyance and anxiety:

"Come here! Whistler and I have found the secret of the inheritance of the 'Blood God'."

"I dare to swear, you will never imagine who the blood that is left in that temple!"

"We're in trouble this time."
Chapter completed!