Vampire Hunter D Volume 13: Twin-Shadowed Knight Parts 1 and 2 Read Online Free PDF Page B

query every bit as still and cold as a winter night.
    The lips slid right after Mia’s.
    Mia’s back struck the car, informing her that escape was now impossible.
    Just then, the heavens and earth rumbled. Caught off guard, D staggered, while Mia was thrown more than six feet to one side. As the ground suddenly quaked like it’d been transformed into muddy slop, the iron vehicle and the corpses danced a crazed jig across it.
    Trying desperately to maintain his balance all the while, D prepared to dash toward the brink of the subsidence.
    â€œLooks like I might’ve underestimated him,” he muttered, although whom that comment was intended for was anybody’s guess.
    Suddenly, his shoulder split as if it’d met with some unseen blade. A bloody mist shot out.
    Standing on the quaking earth, D twisted around and looked behind him.
    Thirty feet away there stood a black horse.
    â€œAha,” he exclaimed, forgetting to staunch the flow of blood.
    It was a cyborg horse. However, even cyborg horses came in varying qualities. The one that now stood perfectly poised in the distance, ignoring the noisy quaking of the earth, had a magnificent frame, lustrous coat, and fine musculature—everything about it attested to its being a model of the very highest quality and ability. Such a mount wasn’t easy to obtain out on the Frontier.
    And D’s eyes were riveted to the blue figure astride that steed. He wore an indigo robe, and his lengthy hair, which hung like threads from the top of his head down to his waist in such a way that even his face was obscured, also had a somewhat chilling and mysterious indigo hue.
    â€œWho are you?” D asked as he continued to defy the motion of the restless earth.
    â€œI disposed of Origa,” the figure in blue told D, remaining completely motionless as he addressed the jostled swordsman. “Next, I’ll take care of you.”
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    II
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    Origa was the sorceress D had called on to solve the riddle of Muma. She’d been hacked to pieces the night D met with her, and it seemed that it’d been the work of this rider in blue.
    â€œWho are you?” D asked once again.
    Though he was confronted by an opponent skilled enough to remain utterly motionless through this savage quaking, and despite the fact that the flow of bright blood from his right shoulder was unabated, he didn’t seem at all surprised.
    â€œWhy are you after me?”
    A sudden gust of wind stirred the hem of his coat.
    The hair of the figure in blue streamed off to one side like a swarm of countless insects. And yet, his face wasn’t visible.
    â€œYou found out. That alone is the reason.”
    His words seemed to creep across the ground.
    What had D learned, and how did the man in blue know about it? And why had he slain Origa?
    â€œI suppose there’s no point asking you anything else.”
    D swung the sword in his right hand and sent Zoah’s head flying.
    The black horse and blue rider approached. Although the animal was most definitely treading across the ground, its gait didn’t seem the least bit affected by the quaking that continued even now.
    The instant the horse and rider sauntered within reach of his sword, D made a horizontal swipe with his blade without saying a word. He intended to sever the horse’s front legs, and as his foe was thrown from the tumbling animal, a second stroke would catch him without a moment’s delay.
    The blade sliced. The black horse tumbled forward. Just as expected. And the rider in blue went flying. Just as expected. Reversing direction, D’s blade handily bisected his opponent’s torso.
    At that instant the whole world was sealed away in blue. Out of the carved body of the man, a bluish hue sailed into the air. No, not merely a hue, but hair. Just how much hair did that rider in blue have inside his body? Ten thousand, a hundred thousand, no, easily a million strands flew everywhere, and every