"It's not about coming to New York as an entity, Merlin, you know too little about your great demons, one day, it will kill you."

Damon said in a cold tone:

"A great demon like Sanguard, as long as he finds a dimensional anchor in the human world, it can be completely incomplete. I mean, the way the will arrive, projected on one of his own 'sons'."

"Its purpose is not to invade the human world. It just wants to find the life that has set a seal, and then kill him or her, or to tempt him in some way to lift the blockade of his hell dimension. You must know that Merlin, the dusk meeting in hell is being held, and the lords of hell are seeking the throne of the king of hell, and the three palaces are also eyeing that throne."

"That's its purpose. It doesn't want to miss this competition from the King of Hell. But even the Three Palaces where will arrive, as long as they move their minds, it will be enough to make New York blood flow into a river."

Half Demon stood up, he tidied up his collar and said to Merlin:

"What's more, the reason why you can avoid the surveillance of the Three Palaces is because you don't have its magic mark on you, and it can't see you, but once the 3 Palace's will enter New York, your 'disguise' will expire."

"I guess Sanguchi will be very interested in your son who is 'run away from home'."

Merlin frowned throughout the whole process. After listening to Dimon's warning, he raised his head and looked at the half-demon in front of him. He said:

"I have a question, Lord Damon."

"explain."

Half Demon put his hands in his pocket and said coldly:

"If you have any questions, I will definitely tell you everything."

"When did you become so kind?"

Merlin said:

"Although I don't have much contact with you brothers, judging from the last time your sister developed a cultist in your name in Hell's Kitchen, you two don't seem to be so helpful, uh, I mean, half-devil."

"How can I explain this to you?"

Damon pulled a strange smile from the corner of his mouth, and he said seriously:

"After all, I am just an ordinary investor businessman on Wall Street. When I know the possible crisis, I immediately told the law enforcement department. Shouldn't it be something a law-abiding businessman should do?"

"Besides, aren't you s.d.o.l.d. specialized in dealing with these supernatural crises?"

"Or, is Mr. Merlin, the famous 'raven' in the alien world in New York, intends to stand by and let the Three Palaces slaughter most of the city?"

Damon's teasing run made Merlin's expression look a little bad, but after a moment, he still said:

"You're right, this is my job. But you definitely have your own purpose."

"you're right."

Damon nodded, he placed a piece of stacked paper on Merlin's table, and said frankly:

"I do have my own purpose, but it has nothing to do with you. Well, my duties as a law-abiding businessman have been fulfilled. I wish you good luck next."

"Mr. Merlin, it's best to get rid of your crazy brothers faster."

A ball of flames rushed up behind Damon, and after a moment, a vortex portal formed. The half-demon waved goodbye to Merlin gracefully, and then walked into the portal. At the moment he left, he turned around and blinked at Merlin, just like an old friend's tone, and he said softly:

"Time doesn't wait for anyone. Oh, by the way, there is another news. Your sister Riven has arrived in this city. Maybe she will help you solve those half-demons."

Daimon left, and Merlin widened his eyes.

"Sister? I have a sister? Why don't I know?"

He picked up the paper left by Damon and opened it, with a vivid simple drawing inside.

It was the image of a short girl in a cloak. Below the painting, there was a name.

"Riwen? The girl from Todd Hill who warned me?"

"You really are"

With a complicated mood, Merlin reached out and pressed the telephone communications building on the desk, saying to Barbie, an assistant who was writing a report on the desk outside the office:

"Barbie, open the arsenal and let the operation troops immediately receive magic weapons and prepare for combat. Please ask the Trident headquarters and the Magic France to send a response force to assist us."

"Sir, in what name do you ask for assistance?"

Barbie asked with the rigor that an assistant should have.

Merlin looked at the notes in his hand and said in a complicated tone:

“It’s awful, awful S-level incident.”
Chapter completed!