The rain was quite heavy. It was as if stones were being thrown down from the sky, hitting the ground and washing away the smell of blood.
In a way, the heavy rain had saved Blade's life.
In an abandoned ditch, the blade was hiding in a precarious cement can.
Fresh blood had dyed the white bandages on his shoulders and ankles red. His body, which was born for battle, was not good at healing magic.
Magic was a new and more powerful supernatural ability that humans had mastered. It had completely replaced the supernatural abilities that could only be obtained by wandering on the edge of madness a hundred years ago.
Humans could obtain magical abilities by staring at magical creatures and their innate bloodline. Since the collapse of the barrier between the Dream World and reality a hundred years ago, the whole of A Zier had entered an era of high magic.
A large amount of aether flowed out from the Dream World and washed over the whole continent. Together with the flood of dream beasts, or rather, magical creatures, they awakened the human bloodline and announced that Nuo Jin had completely bid farewell to the ignorant world where Extraordinaires and mortals were isolated.
In this era, if a person was not a magician, he or she would not be able to survive in A Zier.
From Blade's name, it was clear that at least part of his bloodline came from the lower city.
He did not have a surname.
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Nuo Jin was redesigned by the former god-level sage of the Truth Society, Rachel, who had the title of "Earthly Wisdom". It was a broader and greater Nuo Jin.
Perhaps the people in the lower city had lived close to God for a long time, so their spiritual knowledge and talent were higher.
In other words, people with the bloodline of the lower city were magic geniuses that only appeared once in a hundred years.
Unfortunately, this world was still dominated by the weak. The upper city had been researching magic much earlier than the lower city, and had a much larger population than the upper city.
Moreover, the Church of Pestilence believed that everyone in the lower city was God's Chosen. This was completely contrary to the teachings of the first religion, the Church of the Sun.
Until today, there were still Extraordinaires who had survived a hundred years ago who believed that the bloodline of the lower city was lowly.
The so-called peaceful coexistence … was a precarious illusion.
"Maybe I should cherish this kind of life …"
Blade thought.
After all, it was said that more than a hundred years ago, his ancestors were still beasts of monsters in the lower city. They were enslaved and turned into existences that were neither human nor ghost.
"Thank you, Lord. Thank you, Saintess."
The blade drew a circle on his chest — the symbol of the Church of Pestilence.
Oh, by the way, there is only one God in A Zier, but there are two major religions — the Church of Pestilence and the Church of the Sun.
The two worshipped the same god, but because of different doctrines, there were conflicts. Every year, the two saints, Red and Vincent, the Sun God's Chosen One, could be seen on TV attacking each other.
After Blade finished praying, the wounds on his body began to emit a faint light and slowly healed.
After all, the Saintess and God really existed. Such miracles were not rare.
Blade raised his hand, and the long bandage came off, revealing clear scales on his bare arm.
He was actually a little different from others. The other half of his bloodline came from the Dream Beast.
After the Silver Witches merged the Dream World with the real world, the Dream Beasts and humans were placed on the same map. As creatures created by powerful magic, the Silver Witches protected the races. The Dream Beasts, which were the reflections of the Ancient Dragons and Ancient Elves, were naturally the most honorable existences.
The coexistence of honorable and lowly bodies was indeed a sad existence.
Not to mention, he was the experimental product of his ambitious father.
"I hope everything ends soon …" Blade murmured, then turned and rushed into the rain.
—
"Have you found it?" A search team officer in white asked his subordinates who had rushed over.
The clothes they wore had the rigor of scientific research and the romance of knights. On their shoulders, they wore badges with a coiled serpent and a sharp sword.
This was the symbol of the "Nuo Jin Association of Directors."
According to legend, about a hundred years ago, during the great changes, the angry God sent the Silver Dragon to punish the fallen angels who had fallen into depravity and attempted to become God. The fallen angels, known as the Path of the Flaming Sword, were completely destroyed by God.
At that time, a large human organization, the Secret Ritual Tower, was heavily damaged because it had colluded with the fallen angels.
In the end, it merged with another organization, the Truth Society. They completely united and changed their name to the Nuo Jin Association of Directors, leading all the affairs of Nuo Jin today.
The Glorious Grand Knight Yue Sefu was the president, and the former vice president of the Truth Society, Andrew, was the vice president …
It was said that Andrew had been the vice president for hundreds of years. He was jokingly called the "Eternal Vice President" by the people who hated him. In Nuo Jin's slang, Andrew was even used to refer to the vice president.
"Blade," the investigator said in a low voice. "The person with this name must be caught no matter what. He is the son of the leader of the terrorist organization in the lower city."
"The bounty on the head of the rebel leader is enough for us to spend several lifetimes," a investigator laughed and said jokingly. "His son is also the same."
The investigator glanced at his subordinates and said, "That guy is in District 16. He won't come here."
Everyone showed a regretful expression.
"So, this is the reason why your defense is weak … and what's with that regretful expression?"
A young voice was particularly clear in the pouring rain.
Several investigators subconsciously turned their heads, raised their hands, and aimed at the white-haired man in front of them with the highest precision magic weapons.
"Bang, bang, bang!"
The guns burst out with the light of magic.
Unfortunately, in the next second, Blade seemed to be one with the rain. Like a shuttling wind, he swept through them. The moment the investigators saw his appearance, all their heads fell to the ground.
The blood spurted out from the corpses, steaming and dying the whole ground red.
"Who gave you this to get rid of my self-confidence?" Blade said with a cold smile.
But Blade's body was almost unable to bear it. In just a few seconds, he immediately pulled himself together and left the encirclement.
What can I do if I leave … I'm homeless.
Just like what the investigators said, he was indeed the son of the leader of the rebel army in the lower city, but he was the child of his inhumane father and the dream beast. He had no interest in terrorist acts and didn't want to join, so he fled from the rebel army.
If there's anyone in Nuo Jin who can't accommodate, it must be me, right?
Blade thought self-deprecatingly.
As he fled, he couldn't help but let his imagination run wild.
— — Maybe I can join the hunters. They don't care about the origin of their members, and will accept people with the dream beast's blood.
The leader of the hunters was a mysterious woman, and as the son of one of the top terrorists, Blade had heard of her before.
Her name was Ji Zhixu.
She was a god-level powerful mage, and also the leader of the Nuo Jin Hunter Organization. The underground hunter network she established was a hub for countless information, and even the board of directors had to rely on her.
And Ji Zhixu, without a doubt, was also an existence that could call the wind and summon the rain in Nuo Jin.
However, it was rumored that Ji Zhixu and the witch of the Zhi Shu Chamber of Commerce — — Cherry Chapman's relationship was extremely bad, to the point that they almost fought when they met.
It was said that it was because of a man whose whereabouts were unknown.
Tsk, I really don't understand the mentality of these old women … … Blade gossiped in his heart. Under such circumstances, to be able to gossip about the secrets of important people, it could be considered as finding joy in his own misery.
In fact, even the hunters wouldn't take in someone who was like a ticking time bomb to Nuo Jin.
"At least I escaped the encirclement … …"
Blade looked around and sighed in relief.
The heavy rain was still falling.
Not far away, there was only one building that was still lit, and the "Open" sign at the entrance was swaying in the wind.
"Bookstore?"
Should I … … go in and hide?
Such a thought suddenly appeared in Blade's mind without any warning, causing him to walk to the door of the bookstore as if he was possessed by gods and demons.
— —
A full moon was born in the dream.
Mo En's bare feet stepped on an endless calm water surface, and circles of ripples spread out under his feet, ruffling the night sky and shattering the stars that were reflected on the water surface.
The dark sky that stretched across the Milky Way connected with the water surface, almost merging into one.
Mo En was dreaming.
She rarely dreamed anymore. As an ordinary bookstore owner, although she preferred to be called Lady Boss, she would never dream about the night sky again.
Someone dragged her into this dream, and in the dream, she was covered with a black veil to her shoulders, wearing a long black dress. The layers of the dress were dignified and gorgeous, and the silk on her shoulders and arms was faintly condensed like the night sky, and her hands were also wearing black gloves.
The authority of the night had been handed over, and Wapu, who had long lost his physical body, gave the remaining power and memories to Mo En.
However, this dreamland that was supposed to be filled with only night was not normal today.
Soon, the lake under Mo En's feet condensed into a thin layer of ice, and light snow began to fall from the sky. It was like a dream.
And soon, an old tree covered in frost grew in her dream, and under the tree was a beautiful white lady.
"Silver … …"
Mo En frowned, and there was no joy in seeing her old friend.
"Long time no see, Mo En."
Silver smiled elegantly. "Don't be so cautious … … Oh, it seems that Wapu left some bad memories for you."
Mo En looked at her expressionlessly, as if he would leave immediately if she did not get down to business in the next second.
"Do you miss him?"
When Mo En heard this, his iceberg-like expression moved slightly, and he subconsciously looked up, and then saw Silver's teasing expression.
The girl's cheeks were slightly hot, and just as she was about to defend herself, she saw Silver put away her sly and gentle expression, and looked into the distance, and her voice was as soft as the white snow in the sky.
"I miss him too."
— —
At the edge of the gray fog.
An old man in an old robe was sleeping on an ancient stone chair. One of his elbows rested on the armrest, supporting his head. An ancient emerald green ring could be clearly seen on his thumb.
His dust-covered cheeks moved slightly.
Then he slowly opened a pair of grayish-blue eyes.
I've been waiting at the edge of the gray fog for too long … … Wang Erde sighed softly, and then looked at the dark sky, where his teacher used to sit.
He loosened his hands and feet, the old robe dragging on the ground, held a lantern, and slowly walked into the depths of the gray fog.
A hundred years ago, the wall of gray fog collapsed, and the world was turned upside down, but until now, no one dared to take this step.
And now, he was going to do it.
As the first person to explore the gray fog, this was also his teacher's last wish.
Suddenly, Wang Erde's body froze, his eyes widened, and looked back — —
Inspiration surged in his body.
He seemed to see himself many years ago, dragging his seriously injured body, and slowly walking towards a bookstore.
— —
Blade dragged his tired body, and felt a sharp pain in his lower abdomen.
Then he realized that he had also been shot in the abdomen, but he ignored it because of his highly tense nerves.
As expected … … to get rid of the Council and his father's search, accurately find Ji Zhixu's Hunter's Organization, and persuade her to let him join, was an impossible wish.
He looked at the building in front of him that emitted a warm, dark yellow light.
Since that was the case, he could only find a place where he could heal, and then …
Then he would think about it.
Blade observed the bookstore as he approached.
The bookstore stood in the rain, and the warm display windows shone with a faint light, vaguely revealing rows of dense bookshelves inside.
Other than that, the surroundings were dark.
In such a heavy rain, there were so many shops.
Only this shop was still open, and there was a "Open" sign hanging on the door. There was a simple staircase in front of the door, and it was out of place with the surroundings.
Blade covered his lower abdomen, the smell of blood washed away by the rain. Perhaps this was a way out, or a trap?
So what if it was a trap?
At this point, no matter what choice he made, the outcome would be the same, right?
He lowered his head and smiled bitterly, somewhat giving up on himself in this heavy rain.
Blade stepped on the simple staircase, pushed open the door, and walked into the bookstore.
* Ding dong. *
The bell hanging on the edge of the bookstore's door rang crisply.
There was only a young man about his age in the quiet bookstore.
Even the color was the opposite of his — his shirt and trousers were all black, and his similarly black hair was slightly messy. His skin was pale, and he had his head lowered as he flipped through the book in his hand. There were two cups of steaming tea in front of him, but there were no customers here.
Two cups of tea?
He was waiting for me?
Blade was startled, and looked warily at the young man in front of him who was trying to distinguish between friend and foe.
There were too many people who wanted to kill him, too many people who wanted to use him, but with such an attitude, it seemed like he wanted to communicate?
Before he could speak, the young man finally closed the book and looked up at him.
"I didn't wait long this time, but … … welcome."
The owner of the bookstore looked at him, his dark eyes were bottomless, and there was a gentle smile on his face.
"It seems like you're in some trouble?"
(End of Book)
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