At the same time, in another corner of the burning Shadow City, on a small hill near the Lucas family's encampment, three figures were standing on a protruding rock, looking down at the smoke-filled city below. Two of them were tall and straight men, while the other was a petite and slightly thin woman. All three of them wore black windbreakers and carried large, intricately crafted battle crossbows on their backs. The man standing at the very front had a head of short grey hair and several shocking scars on his face. One of his eyes even wore an eyepatch. His expression was cold as he looked down at the raging fire without any pity.
Another tall, dark-skinned, bald man stood next to him, looking a bit like a South American descendant. He closed his eyes slightly as if listening to news from afar. Then he opened his eyes and looked at his leader. "Elder Hasse, the attack from the west has been contained."
"The west … Is it the vampire group called the Hessianite Family?" The one-eyed man called Elder Hasse nodded. "Those vampires seem to be a little different from the usual species. They seem to be a little tricky."
"They have machine guns, bunkers, tank guns, mines, howitzers, chemical weapons, and gas traps. All of these weapons have magic effects," the dark-skinned man said with a strange expression on his face. "We seem to be attacking a human fortress, not a war with vampires. Those light and heavy weapons are troublesome to deal with. There are too many of them. News from the front line says that those vampires can resist the power of the divine. The demon hunters' holy water and exorcism spells have little effect on them. "
Hasse looked slightly surprised. "Resist the power of the divine? I think of a very old elder … I hope she's not involved in this matter … "
"Who are you referring to?"
"Nothing, don't worry about it." Hasse shook his head. "It shouldn't be her. She's not a real vampire. She can't pass on the power of her blood to so many people. Anyway, increase the intensity of the attack from the west. Those vampires may have studied something while hiding in the sanctuary for thousands of years. We can't let them pass on this to other unusual creatures. "
"Is it necessary to destroy the whole city?" The female demon hunter, who had been silent all this while, suddenly spoke. She looked like she was about 18 or 19 years old. The most eye-catching thing about her was her snow-white hair. Even her eyebrows were white. She looked at the burning city below with a strange expression. There was even a hint of regret in her expression. "They haven't hurt anyone for thousands of years," she said.
"White Flame, put away your useless pity." Hasse glanced at the white-haired girl indifferently but majestically. "They have killed more people thousands of years ago than you will ever know in your life. They've been quiet for thousands of years because they haven't found a chance to cause trouble."
"I just think it's a pity that the city is destroyed …" The young demon hunter named White Flame quickly defended herself. "And there are at least a few civilians in the city, right?"
"When Mohenjo-daro was destroyed, no one interceded for the civilians in the city, not even Knossos. They were destroyed because the offerings were not fresh enough, or someone in the city did not go to the temple to worship on the day of the festival." Hasse crossed his arms and looked indifferently at the fire in the city. "The creatures in this city and their entire race are not worthy of pity. The only regrettable thing that happened here is that they died two or three thousand years too late."
White Flame lowered her head and dared not speak. The dark-skinned man next to her silently looked at the young disciple. "White Flame, you are the most talented demon hunter in history, but your only weakness is this inexplicable sympathy. Perhaps nature has a balance of everything, and it uses this useless sympathy as the price of your talent. You must always be aware of this, and don't let this strange mentality affect your future."
White Flame bowed deeply and said, "Yes, I will keep your teachings in mind, Master Teuton."
Hasse frowned slightly as he listened to his assistant who had been teaching the talented but problematic 'child prodigy'. He knew that there were many people like White Flame who were curious about the otherworldlings and even doubtful about the mission of the demon hunters. It was just that this girl was too outstanding. The sages had noticed this a hundred years ago and conducted a secret statistical analysis. They found that almost 40 to 50 percent of the demon hunters of a certain generation had this phenomenon of faith wavering. From the original demon hunters to the new demon hunters, it was about seven to eight generations. This phenomenon occurred so densely in a specific generation or two, and it was happening all over the world. Obviously, it could no longer be explained by improper education or environmental factors. The cause was not external, but internal.
Perhaps there was something wrong with the bloodline.
Or perhaps, as the heretic scholar who was executed last month said, a deviation in the bloodline was about to be corrected.
Hasse shook his head and stopped thinking about these things that made him vaguely afraid. He had lived for too long, and some things were deeply rooted in his heart like the truth. He did not want to believe or even assume the possibility that these truths would collapse one day. But he also wanted to verify some of his guesses. So he took a huge risk and used his authority as an elder as a guarantee to trade with the evil otherworldlings in the city. He wanted to see if there was a similar situation in the new generation of the otherworldlings. But he was disappointed. Of course, he was relieved to find that at least the shadelings had not changed. The new generation of shadelings were still as greedy and cunning as their ancestors, and they were cruel and indifferent to all creatures outside of their own kind.
The bloodline of the demon hunters was fundamentally different from that of the otherworldlings. Even if the new generation of demon hunters began to have some strange problems, it at least proved the purity of the bloodline of the demon hunters.
As one of the most senior demon hunters, Hasse preferred to interpret the whole thing in this way. When the sinful city was burned down and the sacred relic was retrieved, this absurd farce and this ridiculous' verification 'should be over.
"Elder," the man called Master Teuton suddenly said, interrupting Hasse's contemplation. "Do you think the shadelings are sincere?"
"No," Hasse shook his head indifferently. "They are not sincere, but at least they are valuable. Valuable things should be used as much as possible. This is our experience from the most difficult times. Sometimes —"
A hoarse female voice suddenly came from the side and interrupted Hasse. "Valuable? Hah, you will soon be worthless anyway."
Before the voice trailed off, a scorching light curtain appeared out of thin air, followed by a huge mace coming out of the light curtain and smashing straight at Hasse's head.
"Boom!"
A burst of impact that almost collapsed the whole hill erupted. The entire hill was shrouded in the scorching light curtain and billowing smoke. Under the glow of the sunset, the rocks began to melt, the plants instantly evaporated, and even the sand turned into thick liquid and slowly flowed down. The figures of three demon hunters suddenly appeared in the sky. A layer of white light shield shone on their bodies and finally offset the power of the scorching sun. White Flame was still in shock. Hasse looked at the female figure gradually emerging from the billowing smoke and frowned. "… Hesperides … I have long suspected that you are still alive."
"But you will only live until today!"
An earth-shattering battle broke out. White Flame and Teuton tried to help their boss deal with the crazy woman who suddenly appeared out of nowhere, but they were soon entangled by the ancient ones who rushed out from other directions.
After the end of the Mythological Era, the confrontation between the ancient gods and the demon hunters had begun again under such circumstances.
At the same time, Hao Ren, Hessiana, and the rest came to a wonderful place.
In theory, it should still be the ruins in the other dimension, but the energy storm in the dimension had subsided, and the structure and landscape of the entire dimension had changed dramatically.
It seemed that Bethanos had activated something in the ruins after he escaped here, or perhaps the entrance under the shadelings led to a deeper level of the ruins. In short, what appeared in front of them was not the endless sea of clouds and the temple floating in the clouds, but …
A desert.
Lily squatted on the sand dune and howled at the sky. "Argh — where do you think you are going?"
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