Once upon a time there was a great nobleman named Yousaf Sadhu. Since his childhood, he had been suffering from a disease - gigantism.
As time went by, Sadhu grew taller and taller, and his organs continued to fail. At the same time, the weight also crushed the bones in his body, and he spent every day in pain.
Later, the nobleman had to walk with a cane. His cane was an exquisite sword cane with a platinum handle and a silver blade.
Every time Sadhu walked out of the castle and took a breather in the market, people would hear a clicking sound.
It was the sound of a cane hitting the ground, and upon hearing this sound, the children would run over with joy and gather around the giant Sadhu.
In an era when food was scarce, sweets were considered a luxury item, and even rural aristocrats were reluctant to eat more of them, let alone ordinary families.
However, the pain made Sadhu aware of the fragility of life, so he was kind to others, especially children. He would save all the candies and give them to the children in the village, throwing them while walking, laughing and playing games with these children, as if doing so could relieve the pain.
At the same time, Sadhu's brother, the Baron, was ashamed of his brother's illness. He summoned the young adults in the family and organized a hunt——
According to local legend, the blood of the Great Gray Wolf can cure gigantism.
Therefore, the Baron, along with several of his cousins and his younger brother Sadhu, continued to search for traces of the great gray wolf in the jungle day after day.
On a snowy evening, the giant Sadhu was limping in the snow, wearing a felt and using a cane, while his brothers led the way.
As night fell, they still found nothing, but the group had long been accustomed to this result. They put away their shotguns and ate dry food around the campfire, waiting for dawn to continue moving forward.
However, some kind of non-human creature also lives in this dense forest. It crawls on all fours and moves quickly, which is reminiscent of the great gray wolf.
The Baron decided to follow them and have a look, but he didn't know that the terrifying creature was also hunting them.
"elder brother……"
At this time, Sadhu's heart palpitated inexplicably. He leaned on his sword and crutches, struggled to stand up, and wanted to go with them, but was stopped by the baron.
Gradually, the number of this hunting team composed of family members became smaller and smaller, and no one could come back.
In the end, Sadhu was left alone. He looked at the dark environment, silently raised the torch, and started walking deep into the dense forest.
In fact, Sadhu already had a guess in his mind, that is, his brothers are all dead, and now he can only kill the monster until death.
At dawn the first body appeared.
Lord Baron, Sadhu's brother.
He lost his head and lay in the snow, while the blood trail extended into the dark cave ahead.
Sadhu no longer hesitated, swung his huge body, bent over and walked inside.
Bats, standing water, strange rocks...
Before the sun came out, the two met.
It was not a gray wolf at all, but an ancient and bloodthirsty monster. It lay on the rocks and sucked the brains and flesh of the Sadhu cousins with a dark red tongue that was more than twenty centimeters long.
Next to it, there is an ancient coffin, covered with cobwebs and dust, and its age cannot be verified.
When the monster saw Sadhu's tall body, he immediately put the thorn tube back into his throat and grinned from ear to ear, as if smiling.
"Young hunter, do you think you can kill me with a sword?"
came a hoarse voice.
Sadhu remained unmoved, just drew out his sword and stared at the monster.
"I can smell the silver on the blade, but are you faster than me?"
A thorn pipe suddenly stretched out, three meters away, and the giant fell. The monster held his face and still said to himself: "This body will bear my will and my soul."
A few weeks later, Sadhu returned to the village, but he has not been seen leaving the castle since.
At least not during the day.
Soon, the children began to disappear one after another, disappearing into their beds, and some said they heard a clicking sound.
At 5:30 in the morning, inside the detention center.
The witcher Abraham sat on a short chair, wearing shackles, looking at the ceiling, looking back on his life full of ups and downs.
More than seventy years ago, after being rescued from the Germans by the Allied forces, he first went to Poland to work as a professor in the history department, teaching to support his family while secretly investigating an evil creature.
In the process, he sacrificed his wife, adopted son, and adopted daughter, becoming a poor widower, and still failed to achieve a single victory.
The culprit is the Blood Ancestor!
He has been active since ancient Rome and is the target and nightmare of countless demon hunters.
To be precise, the Blood Ancestor last appeared in Poland in the second half of the last century. He killed his wife and adopted son, transformed them into corrupted soul-returning corpses, and then walked away. .
One side is close relatives, the other side is justice.
He made a painful decision and killed his resurrected wife with a silver sword. He took out the heart and put it in a specimen jar as a souvenir.
Then, after searching for the blood ancestor to no avail, he crossed the ocean again and came to the unfamiliar United States, preparing to wait for death in loneliness.
Until last night, a piece of evening news rekindled my dead heart.
Germany, the crashed plane, and various other evidences can't help but remind people of the Blood Ancestor, the most filthy and despicable creature in the world.
In Abraham's view, this was a divine revelation from God. Although he was about to die of old age, the opportunity for revenge was sent to him, but he must cherish it!
For my grandmother, for my wife, for those two innocent children!
Unfortunately, no one wanted to believe an old man's words. The medical officer in charge of the airport sent himself to the detention center for disturbing public safety.
During this most critical period, he could only stay here and wait for the outcome of the court prosecution.
And this is exactly the conspiracy of the Blood Ancestor!
If no one stops it, it will only take three days at most before the order of New York collapses, and it will only take a month at most for the whole world to plunge into darkness. Therefore, no time can be wasted.
At this time, the man with tattoos on his arms woke up from his nightmare. He stared at Abraham and cursed in a low voice: "Old guy, what are you doing up so late?"
Memories are interrupted.
This is the reality. The only human being who knows the inside story is staying in a detention center, sleeping in the same room with a group of criminals, enduring abuse and supercilious looks.
At this moment, Abraham ignored the criminal beside him. He covered his face, shook his head, and said in an unintelligible voice:
"I've lived too long and seen too many things..."
"It turns humans into vermin hungry for the flesh and blood of their loved ones."
"Is this battle going to fail before it even begins? Are humans destined to become a meal for those monsters?"
"Or, when the monster reveals its true face, people will muster up courage, abandon their prejudices, and unite to fight for that glimmer of hope..."
"But, I am too old now, and I can hardly lift the sword anymore."
Abraham rubbed his cheeks vigorously, as if doing so could make the wrinkles disappear and restore strength. However, the fact is not affected by human will.
