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Hidden in the thicket, Sheriff William and Agamemnon faced an unprecedented terror. Their gaze pierced through the dense branches and leaves, locking onto the creature that appeared exceptionally terrifying in the moonlight. The appearance of the Blood Demon was so horrifying that it was impossible to look directly at it. Its body was so emaciated that it seemed to be nothing but skin and bones, yet every muscle was taut like steel, exuding a terrifying power. Its skin had a sickly pale color, covered with dark blue veins, like a taut net that could burst at any moment.
Its lower body resembled that of a wild beast, with two strong legs ending in hooves, each step leaving deep footprints on the ground. Those hooves were as hard as iron, seemingly capable of easily tearing through any obstacle in its path.
The most frightening thing about it is its head, which is a distorted, mutated version of a human skull. It has no eyes, only two nostril-like openings for breathing, making its face even more sinister. Its mouth is disproportionately large, filled with razor-sharp teeth as if it could devour anything in one bite.
What's chilling is its arms, not only unusually muscular but also lined with rows of terrifying spikes that seem hard enough to easily pierce metal. On its back, there are a pair of wings that are disproportionate to its body, looking worn and incomplete as if they have endured countless battles and damage.
Sheriff William saw the true face of Blood Demon and couldn't help but take a deep breath. The existence of this creature is a blasphemy against the laws of nature. In the holes it dug, the bodies buried there had rotted to the point of being almost unrecognizable, leaving behind a pile of indescribable horror.
When Blood Demon used its strong and powerful arms to dig into the ground, each impact caused the earth to tremble. It seemed to be searching for something, or trying to release something. And every time its fist struck the ground, the rotten bodies it unearthed were exposed, emitting a nauseating stench.
As Blood Demon focused on digging up the corpses with violent and brutal movements, Agamemnon crouched in the bushes and slowly removed a heavy cloak from his back, revealing a massive sword wrapped in thick black cloth. Carefully unwrapping the fabric from the blade, a uniquely shaped and glinting sword emerged, exuding a chilling aura even in the dim night.
The sword's blade was exceptionally refined, wide and straight, emanating a dignified and majestic quality. Its metallic surface shimmered with a faint silver glow in the dim moonlight, as if recounting an ancient tale. A row of mysterious runes was engraved in the center of the blade, intertwining with peculiar patterns, giving off an unfathomable sense as if harboring some ancient power.
The most striking part is the design of the sword hilt. The simple cross-shaped hilt cleverly incorporates a small mechanism at the junction, seemingly a trigger for some unknown device, full of secrets. Below the hilt, a slender barrel is ingeniously concealed within the sword's blood groove, making this sword not just a cold weapon, but more like a multi-functional weapon.
Sheriff William gazed at the sword, his eyes filled with astonishment and awe. In his police career, he had seen many weapons, but a long sword with such a combination of beauty and lethality was unprecedented. Agamemnon gripped the hilt, his eyes revealing fearlessness and determination, ready to engage in a life-and-death battle with Blood Demon in this thicket.
The whole forest seemed to be waiting for this moment, quietly, with only the sound of Blood Demon's movements and the distant rustle of leaves in the wind. Sheriff William tightened his grip on his weapon, knowing that the upcoming battle would be intense, and he had to be fully prepared.
Sheriff William stood tense, one hand tightly holding a revolver, the other drawing a short sword from his waist, his eyes filled with determination and readiness. However, as he was about to join the battle, Agamemnon gently tapped his hand holding the knife and said to him in a calm yet firm tone, "Wait, I will first attract Blood Demon's attention. Your mission is to find the missing child."
Sheriff William frowned, a hint of displeasure flashing across his face. He retorted, "Wouldn't it be more likely for us to take it down together?" His tone revealed a stubborn refusal to give in.
Agamemnon responded calmly, "In the face of Blood Demon, it's already rare for an ordinary person to last half a minute. You'd better focus on finding that child." His words were filled with the calm and practical experience of the battlefield.
Sheriff William showed a look of unwillingness and helplessness on his face, but he finally nodded and agreed to Agamemnon's plan. Agamemnon continued to explain: "That child is obviously very important to Blood Demon. I guess it might want to use the child to worship its master. The sooner we find the child, the better for us."
Upon hearing these words, a hint of determination flashed in William's eyes. He deeply understood the importance of this operation and recognized his responsibility. Carefully sheathing his short sword, he readjusted the grip on his left-handed revolver, ready to quickly and silently search for the missing child while Agamemnon attracted Blood Demon's attention.
At this moment, William's heart is filled with mixed emotions: there is both tension towards the unknown danger and a desire to successfully complete the mission. He takes a deep breath, adjusts his breathing, calms his emotions, and prepares to face the upcoming challenge.
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