The voice was clear, not muffled at all.
When she heard the voice, Erin, who had fallen into despair, didn't hesitate at all.
"I'm willing!"
She almost roared out. Her face, which was pale due to despair, was once again flushed with excitement.
As soon as he finished speaking, a stream of information appeared in the little girl's mind.
From the first flame, to the gold coin that shone from the flame, and then the shining number '7' on top of the coin.
When the figure with wings that covered the sky, eyes covered by a black cloth, and a white flower in his hand appeared in her mind, Erin was already kneeling on the ground.
"Oh, the supreme lord!
We listen to your teachings, we carry out your will, we bow to your greatness, we bear your name, we will shine the world, everything we have is from you … "
Prayers came from Erin's mouth.
The giant hand that was about to grab her was frozen in mid-air.
The moment the prayer was heard, the giant hand disappeared.
No!
It didn't vanish!
It was slashed into pieces!
Broken pieces of flesh and blood covered the ground.
The chaotic shantytown became quiet.
Then …
"Oh, the supreme lord!
We listen to your teachings, we carry out your will, we bow to your greatness, we bear your name, we will shine the world, everything we have is from you … "
The prayers became louder and louder.
This time, it wasn't Erin.
It was the other people in the slums.
Those who didn't die at the first moment of the pagan attack were like drowning people grabbing onto the last straw of hope. With a little guidance from Bloody Mary, they willingly joined the Mist religious sect.
Then, with Bloody Mary's guidance, the civilians started to gather.
With the center of the explosion as the point, they quickly gathered hundreds of people.
Edersen, who arrived early in the morning and joined the battle, couldn't help but raise a puzzled brow when he heard the prayers.
However, he didn't stop them.
The Monster Hunters of Snake School seemed to be closely related to the Mist.
He knew it.
As a Monster Hunter of Wolf Sect, he couldn't say anything.
Similar to how he wouldn't force a commoner to do something.
He also wouldn't go against the Mist religious sect.
As long as the Mist religious sect didn't get involved with the pagans, he wouldn't do anything.
As for getting involved?
Thinking of the Silent Night Secret Order and the War Shrine, the Old Demon Hunter's gaze turned cold.
Kill!
The cold aura made the Old Demon Hunter raise his hand.
Whoosh!
Another dagger flew out.
After piercing the throat of a strange jackal, he twisted his body and 'plucked' the head off.
As for a one-eyed bird that had just reached the back of the old Demon Hunter, it was pierced by another dagger before it could even dive down.
Under the Old Demon Hunter's control, the two daggers were like the best hunters, harvesting the evils in the vicinity.
However, there were just too many pagans around.
Or more precisely, there were too many monsters infected by the pagans.
As a Demon Hunter, Edersen knew very well that if he didn't find the source, these monsters would keep popping up.
However, these pagans were simply too well-hidden.
They had been plotting for a long time.
Of course, he wouldn't reveal it so easily.
Furthermore …
This place should be a bait!
He had released so many infected people.
He didn't just want to destroy the slums. He wanted to use the slums as bait to lure the two existences out.
God of War!
Lady Calamity!
Without a doubt, these were the two existences.
The Old Demon Hunter, who knew what was going on, controlled the two daggers to dance up and down, retracting them left and right.
The daggers flew faster and faster.
He knew that the two existences wouldn't care about civilians.
These civilians were like grass in their eyes.
Live or die.
They were all the same.
If one batch died, another batch would come.
'The most praiseworthy thing about humans is their speed of reproduction and their ability to forget the past!'
These were the words of those bastards from the Silent Night Secret Order.
Edersen didn't want to admit it.
However, he had to admit that this saying was true most of the time.
Regardless of right or wrong, he had to protect these civilians.
Why?
He was a Demon Hunter.
"Kill!"
A low growl.
The two daggers were like meteors, streaking across the entire shanty town.
Dozens of monsters that couldn't dodge in time were cut in half.
The Old Demon Hunter stood in front of the civilians.
He used his actions to fulfill his beliefs.
Lonely?
A little.
Uncomfortable?
A little too.
But …
"Ellie!
Ellie, where are you?
Ellie! "
Outside the slums, Sivalka's voice came from afar. When the panicked but fast figure saw the little girl in the middle of the crowd, he heaved a sigh of relief.
The figure stood beside the Old Demon Hunter.
The corner of the Old Demon Hunter's mouth curled up.
How could a Demon Hunter not be lonely?
They walked in the wild, lingered in the dark, hunted monsters, and wandered the path of death.
How could a Demon Hunter not feel uncomfortable?
No one understood, no praise, no praise, only suspicion.
But …
It was worth it!
It was really worth it!
He was on the verge of giving up every time.
But every time, an idiot would appear beside him.
So, he persevered.
"Your Excellency Edersen, what should we do now?"
"What should we do?"
"Kill!"
Facing Sivalka's question, the Old Demon Hunter revealed a smile and said calmly.
The next moment, the two daggers flew out again.
Sivalka was stunned for a moment before he dashed out.
He didn't know what happened.
His brain was hot and he rushed here.
But when he saw Ellie was safe and sound, he immediately heaved a sigh of relief.
Maybe the cup of hot water was too warm?
My brain is so hot right now.
So be it.
It's better than being cold.
Those who were cold were dead. He was alive, and he was warm.
And, in order to live longer, he has to fight for his life.
Puff!
The dagger left a wound on the back of a giant. When the giant reached out to grab it, Sivalka dove and arrived at the giant's leg. The dagger in his hand slashed through the ligaments and ankles of the giant's legs before he dashed to the next one.
There was no direct killing.
But it created an effective obstacle.
It made it easier for the two flying daggers to reap the lives of the wicked.
"Not bad."
The Old Demon Hunter praised.
It was a sincere compliment. He could see that Kieran had put in a lot of effort into his technique. Although it wasn't flashy, it was simple and effective.
Then, the Old Demon Hunter's eyes swept over the military camp in the distance.
The slum area was in chaos.
But it was still quiet.
Not even the patrolling soldiers appeared.
"Hmph!"
The Old Demon Hunter grunted coldly when he thought of something.
No doubt, it was related to those two.
His Majesty, the king, was not someone who would settle down.
Or rather, every king was not someone who would settle down.
As for this one?
He was just a little more vicious and merciless.
Sensing the approaching wicked aura, the Old Demon Hunter's face turned solemn.
It wasn't just any wicked.
It was the guy who had 'descended'.
And it wasn't just one, it was …
Three!
Could it be that he had to use that move now?
The Old Demon Hunter thought unwillingly.
But immediately, the Old Demon Hunter's face changed.
Because the three that had 'descended' had disappeared.
What was left was …
Snake hiss!
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