"Bang"
Outside the city of Nandarbat, a crisp sound of weapons attacks sounded in the vast snow on the cold and dangerous cliffs of snow-capped mountains.
The long sword in Damien's hand drew through the arc, trying to break Merlin's defense, but when the blade fell, Merlin was once again blocked with a very short sleeve sword.
His wrist was swinging outward, just like the result of the previous dozen attacks, Demian's offensive was destroyed again, and he took several steps back.
Merlin only defended but not attacked, and with only one hand on his left arm, perfectly blocked Demian's attacks again and again.
This undoubtedly made Damian feel frustrated.
Because the magic power flowing in his body was sealed, Demian felt a little weak now, and the child's breathing became heavier.
Fortunately, the attack in these few minutes made him feel that his cold body became hot, but he would not be affected by the surrounding environment for the time being. But this is not a good thing in the snow-capped mountains. The increase in body temperature means the consumption of heat. In this cold climate, if Demian cannot break Merlin's defense before his physical strength is exhausted, then the subsequent temperature loss will be rapid.
There is no doubt that would endanger his life.
"Do you feel like you're going to lose? Child."
Meilin shook his left hand, and the sneak sword pulled out whistling sounds of wind breaking through the air. He said sarcastically:
"Your grandfather has never told you that in this case, once you feel like you are going to lose, you will be sure to lose."
"ah!"
Merlin's sarcasm talent was simply outstanding. This sentence made Demian's thinking that had just calmed down became more intense again. The child stepped forward, clenched his fist with his right hand and dragged the sword with his left hand. His figure was at the extreme at this moment, and the whistling fist hit Merlin's arm hard, while the sword with the other hand swung from the bottom up toward Merlin's waist from the other direction.
This is a very good strategy.
Whether Merlin wants to block the swinged fist or the blade, it will cause a loophole in his one-handed defense.
Demian himself knew that relying on him would be unable to defeat Merlin.
But he also knew that in this completely unfair battle, as long as he defeated Merlin's defense or forced him to make an offensive move, he would win!
"Elf ghost."
Merlin laughed, and facing the attack that came almost at the same time from both directions, he waved his left arm, ignored Demian's fist, and once again blocked the long sword that the child had cut.
When the hive sword and the sharp blade collided, Merlin's wrist shook strangely, and a recoil force was transmitted along the long sword to Demian's wrist. Then the child's body, when he attacked with both hands at the same time, the body balance that was difficult to maintain was completely destroyed.
"Bang"
The moment before the fist touched Merlin's body, Damien, who had lost her balance, fell head-on in the cold snow.
"Ha, you lost."
Merlin squatted down and looked at Damien who had climbed up from the snow, and he smiled and said:
"Do you still want to continue playing? It's actually quite interesting to watch you fall down again and again."
"ah!"
Damien screamed and stabbed the sword at Merlin's head, but this time, Merlin fought back.
His right hand swung up and hit Demian's wrist holding the sword. With a light pinch of his left hand, he pinched the sword edge of the decorative sword. Then, in a swing, the sword was thrown under the cliff not far away.
Damien, who had lost her weapon, did not stop there. Instead, he roared and continued to pounce on Merlin. He clenched his fists, and bombarded Merlin's abdomen like a mad tiger.
While fighting, he let out a heart-wrenching howl.
It’s no longer like a battle, but a simple vent.
Under Merlin's deliberate guidance, Demian, who was already very tired, finally could not hide the pain and confusion in his heart. At the moment when the wall of coldness collapsed, he was like a child who could not control his emotions, and rarely lost control.
"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh
He was like a boxer, crazily hitting Merlin's waist and abdomen, which was the highest point he could touch his head.
Merlin stood up straight and allowed Demian to "beat" him with both fists.
Well, for Merlin, who can atomize, this pure physical attack is meaningless, and he can't even feel a trace of pain.
He looked down at the howling Demian. This precocious child has received too much knowledge and teachings that should not be touched by children since childhood. He learned to hide his true emotions very early. Lars Al Goul regards Demian as his true heir. His ardent hope has made Demian bear heavy pressure since childhood.
This is a child without a childhood
Faced with the death of his relatives, he didn't even know what method to deal with the sudden sadness.
Without the leader who has been teaching him, his inability to worry about the future has also accumulated too much pressure in his heart.
He needs to vent all these pressures.
Just like now.
"Hu, Hu"
In the cold snow-capped mountains, there were no other bystanders except Merlin. In such a quiet atmosphere, Demian no longer continued to disguise his calmness. He was panting, but he was still waving his fists, like a boxer who was training hard.
"Okay, kid."
Merlin reached out and placed it on Demien's shoulder, but was thrown away by the sensitive child.
He stared at Meilin fiercely, his eyes were red, tears rolling in his eyes, but he was stubborn and unwilling to show his weakness.
"Don't touch me!"
Damian screamed, like a hedgehog.
But Merlin ignored the child's fierce resistance. He stretched out his hand and firmly and stubbornly carried the struggling Damien into his arms, just like comforting Eric who could not fall asleep because of the thunderstorm in the night.
He patted Damien on the back and whispered:
"It's okay, it's okay, the kids, all the time."
"Don't touch me!"
"Let me go!"
"Merlin, I order you to let go!"
Demian struggled constantly in Merlin's arms, but the strength of his struggle became weaker and weaker. In the cold snow-capped mountains, he felt the not-so-warm temperature on Merlin. Under the impulse of his body, the tired Demian finally calmed down.
On his face, the tears that had been accumulating were finally unable to suppress them and they just flowed out so wildly.
"He left, woo, he just left."
Just like all sad and sad children, in tears, Young Master Damien said in a daze:
"I was not prepared at all, he rescued him."
"He said he would let me protect my mother and protect myself. He told me not to think of him and continue to move forward bravely."
"I can't do it, woo."
"I can't do it, I don't know what to do, no one has taught me, no one has told me how to face all this. Didn't he never lose? Why? Why did he fail and why would he be defeated? Woooo, this is not true, this is not"
Merlin listened to the confused cry of Demiana's words. The content was not important, what was important was the emotion that was revealed.
As Merlin guessed, when Master Ninja suddenly passed away, he was completely unprepared. Facing his relatives' departure, Damien fell into a confused and helpless situation at this moment.
As he said, from childhood to adulthood, the ninja master will arrange everything for him. All he needs to do is train, train, and train. Do everything he can to train himself into the most dangerous weapon.
And at the moment when Lars Al Goul died, Damian suddenly realized that he seemed to have nothing but fighting.
He has power far beyond his peers, but he is still unable to immunize this kind of human instinctive emotional fluctuation.
A person he thought would never leave him suddenly disappeared, which inevitably made children like him feel difficult to adapt, and the collapse of his ever-winning idol also made Demian at a loss.
"It's okay, kid."
Merlin patted Damien on the back rhythmically, and he whispered to Damien:
"When our loved ones pass away, we can feel pain, discomfort and sadness. We can accept our cowardice and sadness, and we can tell ourselves that no one will win forever, and this is all OK."
"No one will force you to continue to be a warrior in this situation. You can cry, you can miss him, you can also resent him to leave you suddenly, but the child, whether he is a good person, a bad person, a hero, or a villain, believe me, he loves you."
Merlin breathed a sigh of relief, he stretched out his hand and placed it on Damien's shoulder, his body straightened, looking at Damien's sobbing constantly, and his face was like a little cat, he said:
"I also believe that you are destined not to let him down. Your grandfather told me that you will be a legend that will rise tomorrow. Now I believe that as long as you can continue to walk firmly and find your own heroic path, you will definitely become a legend that will come to tomorrow."
"Just remembered by the world like your grandfather. Of course, don't learn the bad side of his character. I mean, he has many advantages, such as never lying, such as firmness, such as calmness and overall perspective, etc."
Merlin took out the black sleeve sword left by Master Ninja from his pocket. In this cold snowflakes falling and the crowded place was rarely visited, he fixed the sleeve sword bit by bit on Demian's left arm.
At the moment when the last buckle was tightened, Demian imitated Merlin's appearance, and gently moved the middle finger of his left hand, accompanied by a bright sound of spring, and a sharp sword blade popped out of his cuff.
"He left his master's logo to you."
Merlin said to Damien, who was bowing his head:
"This represents his expectation for you. Compared to your mother, you are the hope he truly left behind. But Damian, this is the expectation of the master of ninja, but it is not the shackles of your life."
"It doesn't matter if you don't want to inherit all this. I mean your life is still long, don't make decisions in such a hurry."
Merlin said to Demian:
"Why go to other parts of the world first and see how other children live their lives. Go and see your father, although he doesn't know you, I believe that he will pour unreserved love into you like your grandfather."
"Of course, based on my understanding of Bruce, there may be a running-in period between you two."
"That"
Damien withdrew his sleeve sword, wiped the tears from his face, and he looked at Merlin:
"Will you go with me? Will mom go, too?"
"Um."
Merlin nodded, and took out a velvet cloak and draped it on Demian. He and the child stood on the edge of the snow-capped cliff, looking into the city of Nandalbat, which had only one outline, in the falling snow, and whispered:
"I'll go to Gotham with you"
"After all, there are still some unsolved things waiting for me."
While Merlin patiently enlightened Young Master Demian, there was something closely related to him in another secret place.
This is a pretty bad thing.
"His Excellency Daniel, the results of the actual analysis of the 'Dragon' serum have come out."
In the bright laboratory, a researcher handed a document to a tall and thin middle-aged man dressed in a very simple dress, with a pair of black round-frame glasses on his nose and short gray-white hair on his head.
The middle-aged man with a strong researcher temperament took the document and looked through a few pages, and his expression became a little playful.
After a moment, he said:
"The performance of the 'Dragon' serum is in line with our expectations, but it seems to be a little worse than the truly mature super warrior we imagined. Some of its data do not look so stable."
"This is what it should be, Mr. Daniel"
The researcher with the black skull octopus badge on his arm quickly replied:
"After all, what we have obtained is just an initial research result. We cannot even figure out the principle of biological fusion of the 'dragon' serum."
"And the amount of dragon blood in our hands is not large enough to support our continued research. However, judging from the current performance of the experimental subject "death knell", the potential of the "dragon" serum is extremely great. Once we enter deep research, we can fully discover its potential in a short period of time."
"Um"
The middle-aged man called His Excellency Daniel put down the documents in his hand, and he reached out and pushed the round-framed glasses that looked like a product of the last era. After thinking for a few seconds, he said:
"Then keep on research. I will allocate enough research funds and an independent research room. The 24-month research cycle is enough?"
"Enough."
The researchers who were worried just now breathed a sigh of relief.
In the Hydra's research system, Your Excellency Daniel can be said to be a big shot in the lifeblood of these researchers. After being recognized by Your Excellency Daniel, the "Dragon" serum plan that had just completed the first-stage trial will not be at risk of premature death.
"Well, there's something else, Mr. Daniel."
The researcher hesitated for a moment and finally told the immediate boss the trouble.
With the somewhat impatient gaze of Your Excellency Daniel, the researcher quickly explained the whole story.
"The recovered 'death knives' subject woke up a few hours ago and he asked us to inject him with a higher concentration of 'dragon' serum, but"
"Then give him an injection!"
Daniel waved his hand indifferently, and said calmly:
"Just treat this as data collection work for the second-stage biological experiment. As for the mercenary who is already abnormal in his brain, he is our friend, right?"
Chapter completed!