Chapter 120

The sky was blue, and there were no paper cranes outside the window.

But that was a few hours ago.

At this moment, two full moons, one silver and one blue, overlapped each other.

Under the moonlight, a group of people wearing white priest robes were silently moving forward.

There was a forest in the distance. Under the moonlight, the forest rustled in the wind, making it look quite eerie.

The slender priest standing at the front raised her hand.

The people behind her stopped in silence.

The priest raised his head, and the moonlight shone on his handsome face under the hood.

She said in a hoarse voice, "Clause, take the first squad around the forest from the left. Everyone else, follow me through the forest."

After a pause, she added, "Those who can kill the recovery squad are naturally not weak. Be careful.

"Bring the Cursed Child back alive. Everyone else, clean up. Remember, don't leave any traces."

"Yes."

A priest with a determined expression nodded and left with half of the people.

Watching them go away, the female priest looked up at the sky and led the rest into the forest.

The wind suddenly picked up, and their white priest robes fluttered in the wind.

The priest robes covered their bodies, and the outline of the knight's armor could be clearly seen.

They continued forward against the wind.

Suddenly, the female priest felt a chill on the back of her neck.

She waved her hand, and everyone stopped.

Then she looked up at the sky.

Through the forest, they could only see the hazy moonlight.

Soon, dark clouds covered the sky.

Pitter-patter —

It was the sound of water dripping on fallen leaves and branches.

Pitter-patter —

It was raining.

At first, it was sporadic rain, but it quickly turned into a downpour.

The raindrops hit the tree trunks, making a continuous dripping sound.

They could no longer see the moonlight.

Fortunately, they were all powerful knights. Even without moonlight, they could roughly see the path in the forest.

Originally, the temperature should have dropped after the rain.

Especially since it was winter.

But with their physique and strength, spring, summer, autumn, and winter were basically negligible.

But …

Now they could actually feel the heat.

Yes.

It wasn't cold, it was hot.

Stuffy.

Many of them even had beads of sweat on their foreheads.

They didn't know when was the last time they sweated.

But it was clearly winter, and it was still raining.

Then, they suddenly stopped.

The leading female priest asked, "Can you still see in the distance?"

"I can't see clearly," someone answered. "I can barely see the surroundings. I can't see anything further."

"Then … do you see someone in the distance?"

Everyone looked and immediately narrowed their eyes.

It was a child.

But maybe because of the light, his face was almost hidden in the shadows.

He was wearing something that looked like black casual pants and a black long-sleeved sweater.

He held an axe in his left hand. It was a firearm similar to a flintlock, but it was not as long as a flintlock.

More importantly … he had black hair.

"Cursed Child?"

The other party did not answer.

The priestess clenched her teeth and took down the huge metal sword that was even longer than her. She raised it with one hand easily as if she was waving a piece of straw.

Then, an afterimage appeared in the air. She had already descended on the head of the cursed child.

Then the door-sized sword in her hand disappeared without a trace.

Not.

It was so fast that the naked eye could no longer keep up with the speed of her movements!

The sword flew up and down like a feather in her hand!

Then, the air was filled with the sound of metal colliding!

Every collision was like a betrayal of the laws of physics!

The high-speed weapons collided and created dazzling sparks, which were quickly destroyed by the shockwave.

The shockwave spread in all directions, loosening the soil and breaking countless towering trees! Everything around them was broken one by one!

There was almost no space around them!

Even the air seemed to be emitting a teeth-aching wail!

Then, there was another loud noise. The female priest was sent flying four or five meters away!

She panted slightly, and her body began to emit heat. Sweat mixed with rainwater flowed down her face. The clothes under the cold armor stuck to her body, making her feel a little uncomfortable.

Squinting her eyes, she finally saw what the giant sword in her hand had been slashing at.

That ax …

An ax so small that it was just a toy in her eyes.

"Hanks, let everyone attack together!"

No one answered.

"Hanks?"

Still, no one made a sound.

The female priest did not dare to look back. She did not even dare to let the Cursed Child out of her sight.

She knew that she was no match for it.

Because she suddenly noticed something.

The Cursed Child's legs were still standing in the same place.

In other words … after experiencing the fierce battle just now, the Cursed Child … actually did not move a single step!

The female priest was sure that she had used all her strength in the battle!

From this, it could be seen how big the gap between them was.

"Hanks? Frank? Hannah? "

She called out several names in a row, but no one answered.

She carefully observed the Cursed Child a few meters away from her while she listened to the sounds behind her.

More than one breathing sound came from the curtain of rain.

She felt slightly relieved and continued to listen.

In the curtain of rain, other than the sound of raindrops hitting the ground and the leaves, there were two other sounds.

One was the breathing sound that she had heard just now.

The other was …

The sound of chewing.

It was the sound of teeth tearing flesh apart.

The female priest did not want to look back. She believed that her comrades could handle it.

However, a mysterious force was tempting her to turn back.

This chewing sound … Was it a monster?

If it was a monster, then what about her comrades?

Were they … being chewed on?

In the end, she could not help but look back.

Immediately after that, her pupils shrank.

She saw many black deformed monsters that were more than two meters tall with bony goat heads.

In each of their hands was a broken corpse, and they were chewing on it with relish.

Seeing that she looked over, one of the monsters even roared at her.

Blood mixed with minced meat dripped down the monster's sharp teeth.

In its hands, on the beautiful face of the broken corpse, a pair of lifeless eyes that had lost focus were staring at the female priest.

It was Hannah, a female knight with a devout faith.

The priestess felt as if a string in her heart had snapped.

"Ahhhhh!!!!!"

In the next moment, she roared and rushed over, waving the greatsword in her hand and began to fight the monsters!

After a few minutes, she came to a stop, breathing heavily.

Her half-kneeling body was covered with mud and blood.

Around her were the corpses of monsters.

Pak —

The sound of shoes stepping on puddles of water came closer and closer.

The female priest lowered her head and saw a circle of ripples appear in the puddle in front of her.

On the ripples was a pair of shoes.

She slowly raised her head and looked up at the black-haired child.

This was the first time she saw the child's face clearly.

His eyes were as clear as water, not evil.

But she knew that the child was a Cursed Child.

"You're the one who summoned these demons, aren't you, Child of the Curse?" Her eyes were filled with hatred. Her weak hand gripped the heavy greatsword tightly.

"Demons?"

The Cursed Child's tone was strange. "Aren't those your companions?"

The female priest was startled and slowly turned her head.

There were no black goat horned monsters here.

There were only corpses of priests with terrified or confused expressions on their faces.

Their wounds looked like they were smashed by a giant metal cutter.

Including Hannah.

Her grayish-blue eyes were wide open, as if she did not understand why the leader cut her in half at the waist.

But she would not have the chance to know.

"These are all … my doing …"

Clank —!

The female priest kneeling on the ground no longer had the strength to raise the greatsword in her hand.

She felt cold all over.

But no one answered her question.

Only the temperature continued to rise.

Then, the female priest's slender body burned with purple flames.

Then, the flames spread in all directions.

A few minutes later, the heavy rain extinguished the flames and washed away the traces of these people's existence in this world.

The rain stopped.

The wind also stopped.

There were no more traces of human presence in the woods.