The voice was as cold as the freezing wind, causing Sivalka's bones to hurt.
But at this moment, Sivalka didn't dare to move at all.
He knew who the man was!
Hunting Blade Edersen!
Although Edersen looked a lot older than the portrait, the basic features were still there, and that dagger that appeared and disappeared like a ghost!
A dagger that could automatically attack the enemy without being controlled, it was the trademark of the Hunting Blade!
Kieran then thought about Edersen's comment about not holding back against pagans.
Even though Edersen didn't know why he died, Sivalka couldn't help but shake his head repeatedly.
"No!
I'm not!
As for why the Overseer ended up like this, I only know a little. My remnant has been whispering in my ears lately, wanting me to do something. I'm too cowardly, I didn't dare to go.
"Also, I'm only a person who can use the remnant. Moreover, the remnant was already left behind in the Dark Hall when I left," Duan Ling Tian said.
Sivalka said in an affirmative tone.
Old Demon Hunter didn't even need to ask, Kieran spilled out everything he knew.
It had nothing to do with courage.
It was that in the booklet that recorded the Titled Monster Hunter, it clearly stated that if Kieran wanted to live, he had to be honest. Monster Hunters didn't like to beat around the bush, neither did they like to bully the weak.
So, after Kieran finished, Sivalka looked at Old Demon Hunter with a pitiful look.
Honor?
Demeanor?
Sorry, he was just the cowardly Sivalka, not some noble or Knight.
He didn't care about those things.
As long as he was alive.
Old Demon Hunter glanced over Sivalka and frowned.
Experience told him that Kieran wasn't lying.
But because of that, it was the worst case scenario.
He didn't know what the 'remnant' was, but he knew what happened to the 'supervisor' just now. Everything was clear if he deduced it from this point.
War Shrine was using pagans for assimilation experiments!
It was the same as the Silent Night Secret Society!
"Are the people in the War Shrine crazy?"
"Do they know what they're doing?"
The Old Demon Hunter questioned Sivalka in a low voice.
"I-I'm a armed deacon, but I'm just an outsider. I don't know what it is exactly."
Sivalka replied with a long face.
That was the truth.
He wasn't lying.
Although he had the title of 'Armed Deacon', he did not have the corresponding authority. Didn't they see that his' rest time 'was all exchanged with missions?
In fact, in the past 15 years, other than the Dark Hall's upper echelon who taught him, he had not even seen the other Dark Hall's upper echelon.
Or rather, Sivalka subconsciously avoided these things.
He just wanted to live on peacefully.
He didn't want to get involved in any big events.
But …
At this moment, he had a premonition.
He couldn't dodge it.
As expected, at the next moment, the Old Demon Hunter looked at him with an oppressive gaze and said, "What did that 'remnant' whisper in your ear? Tell me everything. "
"Okay."
Sivalka nodded immediately.
As Sivalka explained everything in detail.
The Old Demon Hunter frowned.
Things were worse than he had imagined.
The pagans were even more cunning than before.
No!
Not cunning!
But … they had grown!
After decades of fighting with humans, these pagans were no longer monsters that relied on their instincts to hunt. Instead, they had a detailed division of labor and knew how to set up and plan.
For example, this time.
They were planning to use the War Shrine's assimilation experiment as an opportunity to destroy Fort Aïtantin in one fell swoop, turning the whole city into their dining table.
Whether or not the 'Silent Night Secret Order' was involved, the Old Demon Hunter didn't know yet.
But he knew that if he didn't do something, he would be in big trouble.
With that thought in mind, he pulled out the silver dagger from his waist and slashed it across Sivalka's palm.
"Ah!"
The sudden attack made Sivalka scream uncontrollably.
"Shut up!
It's just a test! "
The Old Demon Hunter shouted. His voice stopped abruptly.
Looking down at the wound on his palm, Sivalka's tears almost flowed out.
Pain!
It really hurt!
Apart from the manicure ten years ago, when he accidentally cut his finger, this was the second time he bled.
The bright red blood made the Old Demon Hunter slightly heave a sigh of relief.
At least the guy in front of him wasn't 'assimilated'.
"Take this."
The Old Demon Hunter threw a roll of gauze and a dagger to Sivalka.
Sivalka looked at the Old Demon Hunter blankly.
The gauze, he knew it was to bandage the wound.
The dagger …
He didn't want to fight.
"I'm not good at fighting, can I …"
"Are you a coward?"
"You have a body that far surpasses a common man's and quite the combat skills, yet you want to hide here?"
The Old Demon Hunter was obviously infuriated.
Sivalka shrunk his neck, lowered his head and didn't say a word.
But his attitude was clear enough.
The Old Demon Hunter looked at Sivalka again. In the end, he grunted coldly and vanished on the spot.
A Demon Hunter wouldn't force others.
They wouldn't force others to cooperate or join the Demon Hunters.
Everything was voluntary.
Because it was related to that person's life and death, no one could make the decision for anyone.
One had to be responsible for one's own life.
Even if one chose to escape.
The Old Demon Hunter vanished like the wind.
Sivalka heaved a long sigh.
It seemed like what was written in the booklet was right. Demon hunters would not force others to do things. Otherwise, he would have died here.
Sivalka thought as he bandaged the wound on his hand.
He couldn't go back to the Dark Hall.
He couldn't explain the death of the Overseer.
Or rather, even if he did explain, he would still be interrogated.
He couldn't stand the suffering.
There was also the 'rebellion' this time!
The Dark Hall would be the most affected area.
Every time they whispered into his ears, they told him how powerful they were in the Dark Hall.
If he went back now and found out that he wasn't one of them …
Only death awaited him.
So …
"Running is the only way?"
Sivalka sighed helplessly.
He unconsciously walked to the side of the fence and looked down.
Castle Aïtantin was quiet at night.
Even the busiest commercial district was left with sporadic fires.
Not to mention the Lower Seventh Ring.
Apart from a few approved taverns and military camps, as well as the city walls, the rest of the place was pitch-black.
Sivalka stared at the slums of Lower Seventh Ring.
His eyes were filled with apologies.
"I'm sorry, Ellie.
I guess I'll have to come back a little later … "
Before Sivalka could finish muttering to himself, his eyes widened.
Fire!
A dazzling fire shot up to the sky from the slums.
What followed was a deafening explosion.
KABOOM!
The whole of Aïtantin Castle was awakened by the explosion.
Lights lit up one after another.
The people who were sleeping put on their clothes and walked out of their houses, looking at the slums of Lower Seventh Ring blankly. They had no idea what was going on.
Sivalka knew.
He shook his head repeatedly.
"Impossible!
It's the Dark Hall!
Why is it in the slums?
"Impossible!"
Sivalka shook his head and stepped back. He didn't notice the gap between the slabs on the ground and fell to the ground.
Only when his face touched the cold snow did he realize what was going on.
With a flip, Sivalka climbed up with a dagger in hand. He jumped down from the edge of Middle Third Ring and dashed towards Lower Seventh Ring.
…
There was an extra half an egg for dinner, which made Ellie very happy.
The white of the egg was tender.
The egg yolk was fragrant.
Moreover, Irene gave her the big half.
She wanted to reject at first.
But the boiled egg was too delicious.
She couldn't hold it in.
She agreed.
The porridge cooked with rye bread crumbs was mixed with basil leaves that she and Erin picked and dried in the summer. It tasted great.
Especially when she thought about having a whole piece of rye bread tomorrow morning, Ellie couldn't help but look forward to it.
She couldn't fall asleep with such anticipation.
She wanted to talk to Erin.
But beside her, Eirinn had already fallen into a deep sleep.
On the other bed, their mother was snoring.
Compared to them, their mother was even more exhausted.
Knowing that, Ellie curled up her body sensibly and forced herself to sleep.
Only by sleeping well could she have the energy to help her mother shoulder more burdens.
As she thought about it, Ellie almost fell asleep.
Knock!
Knock! Knock!
Suddenly, a series of knocks on the door woke Ellie up.
The knocks were slow but heavy.
It wasn't just Ellie who woke up.
Erin and their mother woke up as well.
Their mother, who woke up from the winter, didn't complain. Quite the opposite, she was vigilant.
The chopper that was used to chop firewood appeared in his hand.
Erin took out the cleaver from under her pillow.
A sharp wooden stick appeared in Ellie's hand.
The slums were the place where they lived.
But it wasn't a comfortable place.
Especially at night.
If they weren't careful, they wouldn't be able to see the sun the next day.
Knock!
Knock! Knock!
The knocks on the door continued and it was even heavier than before.
The latch was broken and the door that the little girl's mother used a table to block opened up a gap.
A scarlet eye peeked through the gap.
When the little girl's mother saw the scarlet eye, her body trembled.
It wasn't what she had imagined.
It was worse than she had imagined.
"Erin, Ellie, run!
Let's go to the crippled uncle! "
Their mother shouted softly.
Erin, who had grown up, pulled her little sister and ran to the kitchen without a word.
There was an emergency passage in the kitchen.
After the wooden wall of the decayed house fell off, a small hole was revealed. It was big enough for a little girl to go through. Usually, the outside of the house was covered with snow and a wooden plank was placed inside the house.
Erin removed the wooden plank and used the cleaver as a shovel to cut through the snow. She pulled her little sister out of the hole.
Then, she grabbed her little sister's hand and ran towards the crippled uncle.
After the two little girls ran more than 10 meters away …
Kakroom!
The house they lived in collapsed.
A three-meter tall monster stood on top of the ruins.
It was chewing on flesh and blood.
"Sis …"
"Shut up and run."
Before Ellie could finish, Erin interrupted her.
Erin knew what her little sister wanted to say.
But she couldn't say it now.
She couldn't stop either.
She had to get out of here before the monster arrived.
The sound of chewing flesh and blood was getting softer.
The crippled uncle's house appeared in front of them.
Compared to their house, the crippled uncle's house was much bigger.
There were more people too.
The house also had a certain level of defense.
More importantly, the eccentric crippled uncle was a good person.
Otherwise, no matter how safe the house was, Erin wouldn't have dared to come here.
Erin hastened her steps, holding her little sister's hand.
But right at that moment, a fire appeared.
The fire burst out from the crippled uncle's house, followed by a series of explosions.
The impact of the explosion caused the two little girls to fall to the ground.
Both of them stared blankly at the house that was engulfed in flames.
Ellie didn't know what to do.
Erin was a little confused as well.
However, she immediately reacted.
She couldn't stay where she was.
It was too bright!
"Let's go there!"
Erin brought her little sister to a pile of firewood. She dragged her little sister into it without saying a word.
This was the safest place she could find.
The two little girls hid in the pile of firewood, looking at the strange bird with one eye, the giant with three heads, the jackal with a big mouth on its back, and the illusory and mysterious figures, their bodies stiffened.
They didn't know why there were so many monsters in the slums.
But they knew they couldn't make a sound if they wanted to live.
But they couldn't stay silent either.
A jackal with a big mouth on its back sniffed the air.
Little by little, it approached the firewood.
Inside the big mouth on its back, a tongue was licking non-stop.
A fishy smell was blown into the firewood along with the night wind.
Erin gripped the kitchen knife tightly.
She didn't put down the knife when she was running.
So did Ellie's wooden stick.
The two little girls watched the monster get closer and closer nervously.
However, when the monster was three meters away from the firewood, a gunshot from afar attracted its attention.
The monster turned around and ran towards the gunshot.
The two little girls heaved a breath of relief.
But at the next moment …
The pile of firewood covering them was taken away.
The two of them were completely exposed.
The scarlet red eyes stared at them.
That three-meter-tall body was covered in blood.
"Delicious food!"
The three-meter-tall giant muttered and raised his hand to grab at Irene and Ellie.
Erin put her little sister behind her and raised the kitchen knife.
She wanted to protect her little sister.
But her hand that was holding the knife was trembling.
She knew the gap between them was too big. It was impossible.
Tears flowed out from the eyes of the little girl who used to be strong and mature early.
She was screaming in her heart.
'Someone save us!
Someone save us!
Someone save us!
Please come and save us!
God of War!
Lady Calamity!
Can you hear me?
Save us … No, just save my little sister, that would be enough!
I am willing to exchange myself for my little sister! '
She begged from the bottom of her heart.
But there was no reply.
All she got was a palm that was getting closer and closer, pressuring her.
Despair.
Despair engulfed Erin.
Just when she was about to give up, a voice came from the bottom of her heart.
"Are you willing to worship the Mist?"
。 m.
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