Chapter 66

A man wearing a white mask with a determined look in his eyes quietly lowers his clapping hands and secretly pulls out a shotgun.

The Akameri Research Lab.

Computer geniuses from all walks of life gather together.

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

This guy wrote "Notes on Steel" and "Coral of the Moon," which are too mysterious and unfathomable; the President personally ordered them to find his IP address.

Maybe the other party is the Archmage Merlin, and he might even have a connection to the Sky Curtain!

Suddenly.

"... Ah~!!"

A researcher in a white lab coat lets out a terrified scream, shivering with fear.

General MacArthur rushes over upon hearing the sound, grabbing him by the collar and questioning him angrily: "What the hell are you barking about?!"

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

The researcher in the white coat swallows nervously.

"What?!"

General MacArthur is stunned.

Many of the 640 geniuses also gather around the researcher in shock.

Previously, this group of industry elites had joined forces, setting aside their pride, but still failed to breach Merlin's firewall.

This guy is like a dragon that hides its head but not its tail, unfathomable, and they couldn't even find a single trace.

And now, actually...

Breached?

"Yes~"

The researcher grits his teeth nervously and shouts, risking it all: "Found it... the IP address for Merlin on Twitter is at 36 degrees North latitude, 144 degrees East longitude."

General MacArthur was initially somewhat happy, but his expression quickly changes, turning deathly pale with horror.

"Wait..."

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

As soon as he finishes speaking, he stares in fear at the beautiful person on the television.

Now, they've found the real god.

"Who are you?!"

Over the Pacific Ocean, the dignified king asks in a deep voice.

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

Drops of eerie and magnificent true ancestor blood drip down, the surging vitality falling into the ocean, nourishing the life there and breeding more vampires.

This is clearly an ancient being, overflowing with the aura of an emperor. As a ruler of the War King's domain, having experienced countless years of accumulation, his heroic posture is magnificent.

He is Kai Zhu Lan Balada.

Bearing the name of a true ancestor, he is infinitely close to the Sixth Rank.

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

However.

Facing such a solid and terrifying aura, that person is somewhat nonchalant.

"Yoho~, I am Merlin, any advice?"

The handsome silver-haired man smiles slightly, unconcerned.

With this smile, the world loses its color in an instant, as if robbed of all its brilliance.

All over the world, countless young girls and women exclaim, subconsciously crossing their legs.

For a moment, young and old alike are intoxicated and captivated; this is a person so beautiful he doesn't seem to belong to the human world. No... to be precise, Merlin is not human, but a half-breed nightmare, a charming guy who is best at playing with people's hearts.

In ancient times, he would be a demon that brings disaster to the country, a specter that leads people astray.

In modern times, if he were to debut as an idol, he would be a world idol!

At least at this moment, countless men, women, young, and old are frantically pounding their keyboards, screaming and yelling in excitement, venting their emotions and expressing their admiration and love for the handsome silver-haired man.

This is the living Merlin!!

"Merlin?"

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

His tone is certain, yet contains a question, a kind of elusive shock and doubt.

To be able to sever his arm with a magic wand, his strength might be even better than his own. There are not many demons, ghosts, or humans on Earth who can reach this realm, but in the long years, Kai Zhu Lan Balada has never seen this person.

This is almost impossible!

How could there be a powerhouse of this level, lurking for thousands of years just to weave a lie.

"I come from a parallel world, and I built a high tower in Avalon, where I will never age or die, forever gazing at the human world."

Merlin smiles indifferently: "I saw hell, so I came."

"The place where the Flower Magician resides has always been a land overflowing with hope."

"Are you here to cure this brutal, fierce specter?" Kai Zhu Lan Balada frowns, gazing at the ghost god that has 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 seems to believe Merlin's words more, and is very accepting of the parallel world theory.

"Both."

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

"No room for negotiation?"

The true ancestor's brows furrow even tighter.

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

Both are existences on the same level as himself.

The War King does not fear battle, but he does not want to start a fight he is not sure of winning.

The Flower Magician chuckles: "You can retreat."

"I cannot retreat." Kai Zhu Lan Balada shakes his head.

It seems.

It seems it is already unavoidable.

The true ancestor takes a deep breath, his whole body tense, surging power gathering in his fists.

Terrifying thick fog rises over the Pacific, shrouding a hundred li, with a sense of unreality and haziness, mixed with the vicissitudes of time; this is the proof of Kai Zhu Lan Balada's countless battles of blood and fire!

For a moment, the sea waves roll, the crashing waves hit the shore, stirring up a thousand layers of waves.

Battle desire is wild!!

This terrifying momentum is suffocating.

In front of the television, viewers from all over the world nervously have their hearts in their throats.

Can the unserious Mage Merlin defeat this magnificent posture that seems peerless and invincible?

On the battlefield, the handsome silver-haired man smiles and wiggles his finger, implying something.

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

"?"

Looking at the ghost god, which is more magnificent than a ten-thousand-ton aircraft carrier, the whole world is stunned for an instant.

Kai Zhu Lan Balada is also a bit confused, looking at the hideous and terrifying ghost god roaring below, which is just 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 Tsar Bomba to consume it a bit first?"

Under the instructions of the senior officials, the blonde female reporter broadcasting on the fighter jet shouts excitedly toward the Pacific.

Many people smile involuntarily.

If the human side can share the pressure for Mage Merlin, it also makes them feel honored.

After all, Merlin has to fight two!

"No need, leave this to me..."