To want world peace, to want humans to unite, to want a beautiful future, or to let justice prevail forever … Compared to such extravagant wishes, killing something was actually a very simple matter.
That was because life was originally so fragile.
Before reaching the legendary level of rank four Star An, all living things were mortals.
No matter what kind of miracle incarnation or what kind of person ascended, once their throat was slit and their heart pierced, death was only a matter of course.
In other words, if the result could be obtained by destroying something, then it was far simpler than creating something worth longing for.
This was what the so-called killing was all about.
A shortcut, a universal solution. Even if it wasn't the best choice, it could always solve the urgent situation and allow the terrible loss of self-control to be pacified, allowing a chaotic matter to be resolved cleanly.
If one wanted to slack off and pursue the cost-performance ratio, there was nothing more suitable than this method.
Thus, the stake, the inquisition, and even the judge were born.
From the first day of their birth, they had been meticulously thinking about how to clean up, sweep away, and even slaughter heresies in the most efficient way.
Through ninety-nine percent perspiration and one percent inspiration, they had created a tool like Van Helsing.
They had invoked the Genesis Codex of the Holy Bible's chapter of Genesis and extracted the legend of the vampire to create this' heresy that belonged to us', a monster that was allowed to temporarily exist under the light.
They had imparted inconceivable killing techniques and undefiable commandments, imposed unforgivable sins and indelible piety, and finally obtained great achievements that couldn't be ignored and a dark history that couldn't exist.
"I know your actions. You are hardworking, persevering, and abhor evil. You have once detected those fake apostles and exposed their masks …"
A hoarse whisper came from the pale white fog.
Immediately after, the color of blood burst forth, dying the lingering white fog a wisp of mournful red.
Amidst the wolf's roar, a fleeting figure moved forward, slashing down the knife and axe in his hands as he whispered softly, "I know your actions. You only have the false reputation of being alive, but in reality, you are dead …"
Huai Shi stepped forward, feeling the madness and rage burning in his chest. He raised his scarlet eyes and swept his short knife horizontally, chopping off the head in front of him.
"You must repent, and remember the lessons you have received and heard before, and keep them. If you don't wake up, I will be like a nightmare, suddenly appearing when you least expect it … "
In this way, he preached to the dead.
This was the final divine sermon.
There was no need to deliberately seek it. It was so natural that it was as smooth as breathing, as if it did not exist.
He was clearly a cold-blooded creature, but under Silver's agitation, his surging blood seemed to be boiling, igniting and burning him. He moved through the fog of death, creating even more death.
Following the howls of the wolves, more and more wolf shapeshifters gathered and charged into the fog. However, Lei Feizhou staggered back and used all his strength to pull out the arrow nailed to his neck.
It was unknown whether it was pain or hatred, but the broken face became even more ferocious.
But even though the arrow was pulled out, the wound didn't heal as expected. He didn't even feel any pain, only cold numbness — it was completely necrotic.
This was a lethality that even lycans with divine bloodlines couldn't repair.
"What kind of poison is this?!"
"It's chocolate."
Someone looked at his faintly wolf face and whispered in his ear, "I smeared chocolate on the knife."
Lei Feizhou turned his head in horror, but he saw the black shadow that ignored gravity and hung upside down on the ceiling, as well as the axe blade that was raised from the bottom to the top toward his face.
On the dark green blade of the axe, there was a sweet fragrance that seeped into the heart.
Lei Feizhou subconsciously leaned back.
Then, iron and bone collided, creating sparks from the friction.
Cracks crisscrossed, chiseling an inverted cross symbol on Lei Feizhou's face. Blood spurted out.
Before he could react, the black shadow swung a short knife from mid-air and pierced into Lei Feizhou's lungs. With a twist of the wrist, the roar that was brewing inside was torn apart.
The pair of blood-stained eyes appeared in front of Lei Feizhou again, burning with fire.
The whistling of the wind finally rose from Huai Shi's hand.
He raised the heavy axe blade above his head and chopped down on Lei Feizhou's face again!
At the last moment, Lei Feizhou only had time to crush the amulet on his neck.
Bang!
The axe blade created sparks from the friction between the pitch-black fingers.
It had been blocked!
Sharp fingernails popped out of Lei Feizhou's fingers, instantly turning pitch-black like the edge of a blade. New bones, flesh, and dark hair also grew out of the mutilated palm in an instant.
With a hoarse roar, Lei Feizhou's body rose little by little. The bones in his head made a sound like steel being twisted. His nose extended and his eye sockets sunk.
In the blink of an eye, his former disguise revealed the nature of a lycan.
Between the tangled strands of hair, there was suddenly a faint electric light bursting forth. With just a wave of his hand, he left a dazzling afterimage in the air, tearing apart the obstructing cabin planks as if they were thin paper.
The narrow room fell apart in an instant. Even the silver mist was blown away by the fierce wind stirred up by the lightning, revealing a scene of bloody devastation and wreckage.
The other hand, which was several times thicker, smashed toward Huai Shi's face with a roar!
The fist wrapped in lightning hit the handle of the axe, sending Huai Shi flying. He smashed into the wall, almost throwing him out of the cabin and into the sea.
Feeling the numbness in his arm, Huai Shi gasped violently. He raised his head and stared at the unrecognizable Lei Feizhou. "This disguise is not bad. You should have taken it out earlier."
The wolf's face became more and more distorted.
Obviously, this state was not something he could casually take out and use as he pleased.
The gods' gifts were limited, and they would never allow their servants to squander them wantonly.
But once taken out, it was enough to change the situation of the battle.
Now, with his roar, the wolf shifters in the corridor tore apart the walls and rushed into the cabin. They had completely surrounded the place, and the mist they used to hide in had disappeared without a trace.
Lei Feizhou sneered. "I have to say, you missed the last chance to escape."
"You're mistaken about one thing."
Huai Shi smeared the poisonous sword oil on the axe again and calmly replied, "I've never thought of escaping."
Lei Feizhou was stunned for a moment. Then, he couldn't help but laugh mockingly.
"Just for an NPC?"
An NPC?
Just an NPC?
Huai Shi lowered his head and looked at the blood-stained dictionary in his arms. He didn't answer.
He actually had a lot to say. He wanted to tell the supervisor behind Lei Feizhou: Many people are like you. After becoming a sublimator, they treat everything as a luxurious game … even if we don't live in the game.
They would make a mess of everything without any scruples or respect. They would do whatever they wanted and leave a mess on the ground. Then, they would smile and say to you, "Relax, this is just a game. I don't intend to hurt you. You're just an NPC."
But for those who died because of this, this was not a game.
Death was real. It was cruel, sad, and disgusting. No matter how many times they experienced it, it wouldn't change.
It shouldn't be something that could be smoothed over with a light excuse and reason.
But in the end, it was meaningless to say these things.
Weak words alone could never convince anyone. Otherwise, why would the Inquisition exist, and why would something like Van Helsing be created?
For some reason, Huai Shi suddenly thought of the village in the records again.
There were also the dead old people, women, and children — those stooped bodies that had lost their warmth lying in a pool of blood. Their empty eyes reflected the barren world.
They died silently in an insignificant struggle sixty years ago, like weeds.
No one knew, and no one remembered.
Except for Huai Shi himself.
So, he clenched his axe and replied softly, "Yes, just for an NPC."
"I now believe what Yin Yan said. You really aren't Ai Qing …" The supervisor behind Lei Feizhou sneered. "At least, she won't be as stupid as you."
"Is that so? Maybe you haven't seen how she looks when she's angry? "
Huai Shi stared calmly at the lycan. Separated by many Rampagers who had transformed into wolves, he said, "But no matter what, I have to thank you."
Thank you for reminding me again — how powerless I am when I can't even save an NPC.
At that moment, the knife and axe collided in Huai Shi's hands. The demon hunter raised his blood-red eyes, grinned, and showed the same ferocious canine teeth to the beasts.
"Come!"
He took a step forward.
Amid the bursting sparks, the sound of steel rang out. The knife and axe slashed!
The taut bowstring broke at this moment.
The brief calm was broken, as if the surface of ice had cracked, and a monstrous turbid wave burst out amidst the loud roar.
As the wolf shifter roared, blood spurted out from the blade of the axe and dyed the pale face red. He took a second step forward amidst the surging Rampagers!
Ignoring the torn wound on his back, Huai Shi raised his axe and slashed again!
The bones and flesh were torn apart, and the broken head and limbs flew into the air. Immediately after, the dagger stabbed forward and pierced the throat. He swung it horizontally, and blood splattered everywhere.
Countless blue and purple blood vessels appeared on the neck and extended upward, covering Huai Shi's face like layers of spider silk.
Blood mixed with silver and various alchemy potions had already been injected into his pulse through the needle under his sleeve, bringing him endless pain and strength.
It was like drinking poison to quench thirst.
But his consciousness became extremely calm, like ice iron thrown into the deep sea.
He brandished the saber and axe in his hands, drawing out complicated arcs and sketching out traces of blood in the blink of an eye.
Huai Shi raised his hand and shot the last arrow behind him. Ignoring the guy who was nailed to the wall, he opened his mouth and bit the throat of a wolf shifter, sucking the blood that represented life. Then, he tore his throat and dealt a fatal blow with the blade of the axe.
The wolf poison mixed in the blood flowed in his body, but it was killed by the poison in his blood.
He was moving forward.
Besieged by blood and death, he roared.
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