"I am Sodom's Flame Sword, the fallen heavenly fire, Prometheus descending upon the world... Die for me."
And his enemies would play along: "He is a walking catastrophe, a conquering tyrant. The moment he awakens, the world cheers his return. The entire Eurasian continent will fall amid flames, becoming scorched earth for all eternity..."
One fed the lines, the other played along. The cringe was off the charts.
So Durandal's repeated claims that she never had the chance to act edgy were probably just her embarrassment getting in the way.
But now, she had been ordered to act edgy.
It couldn't be helped. Durandal ate the food of Schicksal.
She waited in silence as the moon gradually shifted, showing no impatience whatsoever.
After an entire night, Zhao Bai had found nothing.
When he dragged his exhausted body back to the love hotel, a massive explosion caught his attention. The hotel windows shattered inch by inch, and a small figure fell three steps in front of him, her blood-red eyes filled with curiosity.
"What happened?"
A blonde knight carrying weapons in both hands approached step by step.
She slowly raised her gun.
"Despair is where you end."
Zhao Bai felt that he had seen this person somewhere before. He knew Durandal, but he had never seen her dressed in victorian style. Her pale golden hair was tied up beneath a frilled, gauzy ladies' hat, making her look unlike Durandal at first glance.
He could not recognize her because she had changed her hairstyle.
Zhao Bai put on those slightly ridiculous glasses and drew his long blade. His katana was ready at any moment to carve a beautiful pale-blue arc. Within three meters of his body lay his domain.
"Are you going to protect this Vampire Hunter?"
Durandal asked stiffly and