Chapter 60

A man wearing a white mask with a resolute gaze quietly lowered his clapping hands and secretly pulled out a shotgun.

The Akameri Nation Research Laboratory.

Computer geniuses from all walks of life gathered together.

They were nervously tracking the person on Twitter with the ID "Merlin."

This fellow wrote *Land of Steel* and *Coral of the Moon*, and was so mysterious that the President personally ordered them to find his IP address.

Perhaps the other party really was the Great Mage Merlin, and might even have a connection to the Sky Screen!

Suddenly.

"...Ah~!!"

A researcher wearing a white lab coat let out a terrified scream, shivering with fear.

General MacArthur heard the sound and rushed over, grabbing the researcher by the collar and asking aggressively, "What are you barking about?!"

"The IP address... has been found."

The researcher in the white lab coat swallowed nervously.

"What?!"

General MacArthur was stunned.

Numerous geniuses also gathered around the researcher in shock.

Previously, this group of industry elites had set aside their pride and joined forces, yet they still couldn't breach Merlin's firewall.

This fellow was like a dragon that left no trace, unfathomable, and they couldn't even find a single clue.

And yet now, unexpectedly...

They breached it?

"Yes~"

The researcher gritted his teeth nervously and shouted, throwing caution to the wind: "Found it... the IP address for Merlin on Twitter is at 36 degrees north latitude, 144 degrees east longitude."

General MacArthur had initially felt some joy, but his expression changed rapidly, turning ghastly pale with horror.

"Wait..."

"Isn't this location just the Pacific Ocean?!"

As soon as he finished speaking, he stared with some fear at the beautiful person on the television screen.

Now, they had found the true god.

"Who are you?!"

Above the Pacific Ocean, the dignified King asked in a deep voice.

He clutched his blood-stained shoulder, his brows furrowed.

Drops of eerie, magnificent True Ancestor blood dripped down, the surging vitality falling into the ocean, nourishing the life there and giving birth to more vampires.

This was clearly an Ancient One, his body overflowing with the aura of an Emperor; as a ruler in the War King domain, he had been tempered by countless years, his heroic posture imposing.

He was Kajiuran Barada.

Bearing the name of a True Ancestor, he was in reality infinitely close to the Sixth Stage.

Only he would dare to snatch food from the tiger's mouth under the oppression of a terrifying ghost god.

However.

Facing such a solid and terrifying aura, that person was somewhat indifferent.

"Yo-ho~, I am Merlin, any advice?"

The silver-haired beauty smiled slightly, unconcerned.

With this smile, the world instantly lost its color, as if stripped of all its brilliance.

All over the world, countless young women and ladies exclaimed, subconsciously crossing their legs.

For a time, people of all ages were infatuated and captivated by him; this was a person so beautiful they didn't seem of this world. No... to be precise, Merlin was not human, but a half-breed nightmare, a charming fellow most skilled at playing with human hearts.

In ancient times, he would be a demon that brought disaster to the country and the people, a specter that led people astray.

In modern times, if he debuted as an idol, he would be a world idol!

At the very least, at this moment, countless men, women, old, and young were frantically pounding their keyboards, screaming and yelling in excitement, hysterically venting their emotions to express their admiration and love for the silver-haired beauty.

This was the living Merlin!!

"Merlin?"

The First True Ancestor recalled, his brows furrowing. "I have seen him; he was a white-haired old man."

His tone was certain, yet contained a sense of inquiry, a lingering suspicion.

To be able to cut off his arm with a magic wand, his strength might be even better than his own. There were not many demons or ghosts on Earth who could reach this realm, but in the long years, Kajiuran Barada had never seen this person.

This was almost impossible!

How could there be a powerhouse of this level who had been dormant for thousands of years just to weave a lie?

"I come from a parallel world, and I built a high tower in Avalon. I do not Confidential Confidential Age or die there, forever watching over the human world."

Merlin smiled calmly: "I saw hell, so I came."

"Where the Flower Magician is, there is only a land overflowing with hope."

"Are you trying to cure this cruel, ferocious specter?" Kajiuran Barada frowned, gazing at the ghost god that had completely descended into the human world below. "Or is it that... you are prepared to take my sword?"

One sentence,

but two questions of completely different natures.

He seemed to believe Merlin's words more and was very accepting of the parallel world theory.

"Both."

The silver-haired man's smile was brilliant: "Let me correct you, this is not your sword, but King Arthur's sword."

"No room for negotiation?"

The True Ancestor's brows furrowed even tighter.

If it hadn't reached the final step, he did not want to fight the ghost god and this mysterious Merlin.

Both were existences on the same level as himself.

The War King did not fear battle, but he did not want to start a fight he wasn't sure about.

The Flower Magician chuckled: "You can retreat."

"I cannot retreat." Kajiuran Barada shook his head.

It seems.

It seems it is already unavoidable.

The True Ancestor took a deep breath, his whole body tense, surging power gathering in his fists.

A terrifying thick fog rose over the Pacific Ocean, covering a hundred miles, with a sense of unreal haziness, mixed with the vicissitudes of time; this was the proof of Kajiuran Barada's countless battles of blood and fire!

For a time, the sea waves rolled, the surging waves hitting the shore, rolling up a thousand layers of waves.

The desire for battle was wild!!

This terrifying momentum was suffocating.

In front of the television, audiences from all over the world nervously held their breath.

Can the unserious Mage Merlin defeat this heroic posture that seems invincible?

On the battlefield, the silver-haired beauty smiled and shook his finger, implying something.

"Wait a moment, let me deal with this cute little guy below first."

"?"

Looking at the ghost god, which was more majestic than a ten-thousand-ton aircraft carrier, the whole world was instantly stunned.

Kajiuran Barada was also a bit confused, looking at the hideous, terrifying, roaring ghost god below, which was preparing to swim to the shore... ah no, you call this a little guy?

Are you serious, brother?

Suddenly.

"Mr. Merlin, do you need us to use the Big Ivan to consume it first?"

Under the instructions of the higher-ups, the blonde female reporter broadcasting on the fighter jet shouted excitedly toward the Pacific Ocean.

Many people smiled involuntarily.

If the human Reverse Reverse Side could share the pressure for Mage Merlin, it would also make them feel honored.

After all, Merlin had to fight two!

"No need, leave it to me here..."