Knight Barthes, with some of the guards drawn from the doorway, hurried here, and saw Mr. Marx holding on to the wall with difficulty, one leg bent forward at a strange angle.

Li Yanlong and another Seris Ranger silently watched a large hole in the middle of the square, the witch Artya stood next to a group of submissive militiamen, a crow of flames circled around him twice, and a wail dissipated into the air.

"Come here! Pull me up! The demon hunter carried his sword on his back, exposed half of his body in the cavern, and stretched out a hand to the people outside.

Seeing that the others didn't move, Knight Bart stepped forward and pulled the Demon Hunter, and the other man's hand was so slippery that the knight didn't hold him. The sophisticated Mr. Bart glanced into the cave, his expression as if he had eaten a live toad, and pulled the demon hunter up with a frown.

"Phew!" The Demon Hunter moved his body, and it looked like he was swimming in a large dye vat mixed with various pigments. The blood of those aberrant creatures seemed to be differentiated according to the race of the upper body, with various colors, mixed with the blood of demon hunters, and fell to the ground and burned quietly: "Thank you, I almost didn't have the strength to climb up." ”

"Clean up here and fill in this hole." The demon hunter twisted his hair, plucked off half of the ear that was sticking to his face with his hand, and gave orders to the militiamen next to him.

More than one of the militiamen vomited on the spot, but under the gaze of the demon hunters, no one dared to raise their heads, and quickly went to get the tools and came back to work. Of course, when filling the pit, more people vomited, but fortunately, they can fill the pit by the way after they vomit.

"Mr. Marx, are you alright?" The Demon Hunter walked up to Marx and watched as he completely deformed his right leg, even the slender tentacle had a very great power, and could easily strangle a person's leg, just like now.

"It's okay, it's just a broken bone, or I'm going to die! This time, I think everyone knows what we're up against. Marx smiled self-deprecatingly: "I killed those people, and if I hadn't gathered them together, I'm afraid there wouldn't have been such a big casualty." ”

The demon hunter leaned against the wall and slowly sat down beside Marx, leaving a colorful mark on the wall: "It's not your fault, no one knows that those things will attack at that time, even if there is no you, according to the population density here, no matter when, it will cause huge casualties." ”

"What's more, if it weren't for you, most of the people here wouldn't be alive now." The demon hunter took off his coat and wrung out the blood on his clothes vigorously: "You've done a good job, the last time I saw you, you were just a... ”

"Garbage? The dregs of society? Don't be ashamed to tell the truth, my friend, if it weren't for you, I'd still be living in such a muddle. Marx briskly uttered the word that the demon hunter did not utter: "Since that time, it seems that I have seen the whole world at once, and the world is like a book, flat in front of my eyes, for me to read!" ”

When he said this, Marx's eyes seemed to have a light in them, and it was obvious that that memory was a good memory for him.

Marx laughed a few times: "You may not believe it, I was illiterate at that time!" So, I feel like I need to be literate, and knowledge is all based on writing, and if I want to record my thoughts, I need to be literate. Then it took me five minutes and I learned to read and write as if they were in my head. ”

"Sometimes it's not a good thing to have awe-inspiring talent or adventure, especially in this world." The Demon Hunter placed his sword aside, carefully cleaning the flesh from the ornament on the sword's body.

"I see, you're talking about chaos, aren't you?" Maxi shifted his position slightly to make herself more comfortable, "I understand your concern, Demon Hunter. I don't need to be so cautious, I know that I see it, Chaos, that great shadow, hanging beyond our world, and I can see the panicked faces and weak nature of the gods. ”

Marx's words made the demon hunter hold his weapon tightly. The name of this man, and the things he did, made him feel like he had found an old book he had read in his childhood in a strange house.

So, the Demon Hunter's tone was tinged with warning: "Since you understand everything, you should know that your thoughts are dangerous, Mike." ”

"Come on, even a person like me, who has never walked out of the chaos of this city, can see the power of chaos." Marx's tone is still so calm, as if he has insight into everything in the world: "I can see the power contained in the darkness, and I can also find the greatness hidden in the darkness." ”

The Demon Hunter's breathing quickened, and he cleared his sword even more silently.

"Thinking about the old and wanting to know, knowing the multitude and thirsting for thoughts, only the saint Tzeentch is not trapped?" Marx looked at the demon hunter with a smile: "Don't be nervous my friend, I know your duty, I know that the world is in danger, but even the most determined warrior doubts whether he has a chance to resist. ”

The Demon Hunter looked at Marx with interrogating eyes, waiting for his next step.

"This world is like a book, with all the truth in front of me, and infinite power is at my fingertips." Marx stood upright against the wall, his voice loud, as if questioning the whole world: "And the beings who are far greater than the gods have resisted me, but I have turned my all-seeing gaze to myself." ”

The demon hunter could barely look into Marx's eyes, and he saw that the other's eyes were like the light of substance, so dazzling.

"I want to see what the hell I am! In the depths of my heart, what exactly do I crave? Marx's gaze went beyond the demon hunter and looked at the sky: "I saw a little gangster, and I saw Mike, an ordinary person, a living person, no different from everyone else, and countless ordinary people like me!" Eventually, they, no, we made up the world. ”

Retracting his gaze, Marx looked at the demon hunter and said, "The essence of man is not an abstraction inherent in a single person, but in fact it is the sum total of all social relations." I reject its temptations, and I am born to bear its burden. ”