The sun has finally completely disappeared into the depths of the horizon.

Shore Robert was standing by the attic window of the Hagridtown Cathedral looking out at the deserted town, unmoved by the cold night breeze and the short linen blonde hair on his forehead. He looked serious and serious, checking his Colt revolver every few minutes to see if there were any omissions.

"I'm sure you've done your preparations, Shaun the Sheep (Shawl sounds similar to the name of the main character in the anime Shaun the Sheep). Kane Mait, who sat in a hawthorn chair behind him, grinned at him.

Only Kane would call him that to his face, and Shore turned his head and winked at him, then pulled his sword from the scabbard behind his back and wiped it.

"You're so bored, we should enjoy it before the fight starts, I'm going to have to live twenty years less like you, why don't you sit down and taste this French wine, it's both stress-relieving and refreshing." Kane grumbled as he picked up the bottle with the Patri label on the table in front of him and poured himself a full glass of red wine.

Shore didn't pay attention to his words, he was now intently measuring his sword with his hand. Shore treasured the cross-bladed steel sword, known as Maia, as it was the only relic left to him by his most admired teacher. Legend has it that the Teacher's Crusader ancestors forged the sword with dragon scales and Angel Feathers with steel, and the Teacher's ancestors used the sword to slay countless evil creatures, and it is even rumored that the sword is powerful enough to rival an artifact, but whether the legend is true or not, it is now Shore's most loyal companion.

Teacher, please give me the power to eradicate evil this time!" Shore prayed in his heart.

"Captain, we have seen the target, repeat, the target is completely in our encirclement. Shore's walkie-talkie rang. Shore immediately gathered his gear and raised his fist to signal Kane, who immediately understood, nodded to Shore, and then jumped out of the attic back window. May God bless my old friend," Shore prayed, staring at the place where Kane had disappeared.

Received, all team members immediately proceeded according to the predetermined plan. Shore commanded over the walkie-talkie. At last, he could purge the world of the remaining evil, he thought as he jumped out of the window. The deserted streets are dark and silent, and even the sense of direction disappears in such an environment, but Shore is undisturbed.

He is a demon hunter, accustomed to working with the dark, deadly and dangerous, but they are also the strongest means of dealing with evil.

Shore cautiously made his way through the dark streets, and he had to reach Hagrid's Town Square, where his men should be waiting for him if nothing went wrong.

The wind blew across his eyelids, but Shore frowned slightly. Something was moving rapidly in the darkness, and although invisible to the naked eye, Shore could clearly feel "him" presence. It seems that there is an error in the information, there is not only one demon here, Xiao Er thought to himself, has even the demon appeared? This will make the task a little more difficult.

People always refer to the creatures that appear in hell as demons, which is in fact very incorrect. If judged by the right criteria, demons can be roughly divided into five categories. The first type is the little ghosts with horns and eyes and green fire, these little monsters are usually only half a human tall, and can use some low-level spells, many people who claim to be able to summon demons, but in fact summon nothing more than imps.

The second category is the twisted creatures of hell such as Cerberus, constructs, etc., who are more ferocious than imps, but also more obtuse. The third type is the demonoid, and when the creatures of hell reach the level of the demon, they are in a sense close to what people often call demons. Demons are usually as tall as humans, and can use some high-level spells such as transformation and possession. Extremely similar to them are the fourth type of demonoids, in fact, they can be considered high-level demonoids, but they are more intelligent and threatening than demons.

The fifth category of demons, no, these guys can no longer be called demons. They are the thirteen demon lords who control the hell, and they are more like demon gods than demons. They command the thirteen demonic legions of hell and bring disaster to the whole world as Satan's right-hand men. Any one of the thirteen demon lords has the power to destroy the country, a symbol of fear and absolute destruction.

He quickly climbed onto the roof of the house on his left, and then pulled out the holy sword Maia behind his back, Shore knew very well that the demon had the ability to move in space, so despite his condescendingness, he could not defend himself foolproof.

Shore heard a "click" behind him, and then he felt a strong wind with a fishy smell coming at him, and he turned his head sharply to defend against the blow, his claws and blades colliding, and I got you, monster. Shore raised his head under the pressure of the fierce wind, and the demon's ugly face appeared in front of him.

"It's disgusting, don't come out and be scary with an ugly face!" Shore sneered as he stared at the demon's bull-like face, "Then it's time to execute the punishment in the name of God." His right arm then glowed, and a series of golden characters appeared on his arm, as if alive, moving along Shore's arm towards the holy sword Maia he was holding, and Maia also turned into molten iron red, and the golden characters began to cover the blade like a brand.

There was a panicked look in the demon's eyes, and it roared in extremely unskilled English, "Holy Word, demon hunters!?"

If God has given mankind the power to resist evil, the Word is the embodiment of that power. The witchers had to engrave the Bible on their arms with silver knives dipped in holy water, a long and painful process that many gave up because they could not bear the mental and physical test. Those who pass the test can use it to gain strength, speed, agility and insight beyond human beings through the connection of the soul to heaven.

In addition to greatly enhancing the abilities of the human body, the Word can also be attached to weapons to make them more lethal, and can even activate "superpowers" such as teleportation across space, changing the structure of matter, and freely manipulating souls. Suffering is also salvation, and only those who truly have the courage to defend others and the strongest will can be called witchers.

"It's too late to know, bastard monster!" Shore shouted at the demon with a determined gaze, his sword now completely covered in golden characters, and Maia was letting out a distinctively metallic chirp that let Shore know it was time to fight back.

He gripped the hilt of his sword with his hand, then shifted his weight back, deftly freeing himself from the stalemate with the demon. Shoal never gave his opponent a room to breathe, and he swung his sword swiftly at the demon, the blade sliding into an elegant but deadly arc in the air, and the demon's subconscious defensive claws were completely severed in an instant.

The demon rolled to the ground and howled in pain, purple smoke rising from the broken claw. Shore unhurriedly withdrew the sword back into its scabbard, and instead drew the Colt pistol from his waist.

"In the name of God, the Son and the Virgin. Shore shouted condescendingly at the demon, and the monster shrank into a ball, "I condemn you, servant of Satan, and put an end to your sins with a holy ritual." Shore pulled the trigger, and a silver mercury-core bullet whistled through the demon's skull, and before it could even react, its body instantly turned to ashes with the sound of the gunshot.

Settle one, Shore thought, but who knows how many are ahead? he blew out the gunpowder that remained of the gunpowder and stuck the gun back into his waist in the upside-down manner of a western cowboy. He made a gesture of disdain to the place in front of him where the demon had turned to ashes, and then jumped off the roof, running towards the plaza with a swift pace.