The voice is clear and without any ambiguity.

Hearing this voice, Erin, who had already fallen into despair, did not hesitate.

"Yes!"

She almost roared, her cheeks, pale from despair, once again flushed with excitement.

And at the moment when the words fell, information appeared in the girl's mind.

From the first flames, to the gold coins that shimmered out of the flames, and then to the glittering number '7' on the coins.

When the figure with her wings covering the sky and the sun, the black scarf covering her eyes, and the figure holding a small white flower appeared in her mind, the girl had already fallen to her knees on the ground.

"O Supreme Lord!"

"We listen to your teachings, we live by your will, we bow to your greatness, we hold your name, we will shine on the world, and we have all that you give ......"

Prayers began to ring from the girl's mouth.

The giant hand that had fallen was already frozen in mid-air.

And the moment the prayer sounded, the giant hand disappeared.

No!

It's not going away!

Rather, it was chopped!

Broken flesh covered the floor.

The chaotic shanty town is quiet.

And then

"O Supreme Lord!"

"We listen to your teachings, we live by your will, we bow to your greatness, we hold your name, we will shine on the world, and we have all that you give ......"

More high-pitched prayers appeared.

This time it's no longer Erin.

It's other people in the shantytown.

These people who did not die immediately under the attack of the evil spirit, they were like those who had fallen into the water grasping the last straw, and they were slightly guided by the superior evil spirits, and they voluntarily joined the 'Mist' church.

Then, under the guidance of the superior spirits, these civilians began to gather.

They took the center of the explosion as a point and quickly gathered hundreds of people.

Arriving early in the morning, Edson, who had entered the battle, heard the prayer and couldn't help but raise his eyebrows.

However, he did not stand in the way.

The snake witchers seem to be inextricably linked to the Mist.

He knew that.

As a wolf demon hunter, he couldn't say anything.

Just as he doesn't force ordinary people.

Nor will he take the initiative to target the 'foggy' church.

As long as the 'Mist' Church doesn't get involved in evil, he won't do anything.

As for the blended in?

Thinking of the 'Silent Night Secret Order' and the 'Temple of the God of War', the old demon hunter's eyes turned cold.

Kill!

The cold breath made the old witcher raise his hand.

Sou!

Another dagger flew out.

After directly piercing the throat of a strange jackal, he stirred it and 'plucked' the head off.

And a one-eyed monster bird that had just rushed behind the old witcher was pierced by another dagger before it could swoop down.

The two daggers are like the best hunters under the control of the old witcher, harvesting the evil in the vicinity.

However, there are too many evil around.

Or to be more precise, there are too many monsters infected by the Evil.

As a witcher, Edson knew very well that if he didn't find the source, these monsters would pop up endlessly.

However, these evils are too hidden.

They have been planning for a long time.

Of course, it won't be so simply exposed.

And......

It should be a bait here!

So many infected people were released.

I want not to destroy a shantytown, but to use the destruction of shantytowns as bait to seal out those two existences.

'God of War'!

'Lady Calamity'!

Undoubtedly, these are the two.

The old witcher, who knew it well, controlled two daggers, flying up and down, left and right.

The dagger flew faster and faster.

He knew that those two beings didn't care about civilians.

These civilians are like mustard in his eyes.

To live or to die.

It's all the same.

If you die, you will have another batch.

The most praiseworthy thing about human beings is the speed of reproduction and the instinct to forget the past! ’

That's what the bastards of the Silent Night Order say.

Edson doesn't want to admit it.

But I have to admit that most of the time this sentence is true.

But rightly or wrongly, he wants to protect these civilians.

Why?

He's a witcher.

"Kill!"

A low snort.

The two daggers slashed across the shantytown like meteors.

Dozens of monsters that couldn't dodge were split in two.

The old witcher stood in front of the civilians.

He fulfills his convictions with his actions.

Lonely?

A little.

Is it uncomfortable?

There is also a little.

But......

"Ellie!"

"Elle, where are you?"

"Ellie!"

Outside the shantytown, Sivalka's voice could be heard from afar, and when the panicked but rapid figure found the little girl in the middle of the crowd, he breathed a sigh of relief.

The figure stood beside the old witcher.

The corners of the old witcher's mouth curled slightly.

Witcher, how can you not be lonely?

Walk wild, wander in the dark, hunt monsters, swim to death.

Witcher, how can you not feel bad?

No one understands, no praise, no praise, only suspicion.

but

Worth!

It's really worth it!

He was on the verge of giving up every time.

But every time this kind of fool appears around.

So, he persevered.

"Lord Edson, what do we do now?"

"What should I do?"

"Kill!"

Facing Sivalka's questioning, the old witcher smiled and said lightly.

The next moment, two daggers flew out again.

Sivalka was stunned for a moment, then rushed out.

He didn't know what was going on.

As soon as my brain was hot, I rushed here.

But after seeing that Ellie was safe and sound, he immediately breathed a sigh of relief.

Maybe it's that cup of hot water, it's too warm, right?

It's all hot in my head.

It's hot, it's hot.

It's better than cool.

He who is cold is dead, he is alive, he is hot.

And, in order to live longer and be hot longer, he is now desperate.

Burst!

The dagger cut a wound on the back of a giant, and when the giant reached out to grab it, Sivalka drilled and came to the giant's leg, and the dagger in his hand directly swept the ligaments of the giant's two legs and the bare feet, and rushed directly to the next one.

There are no direct killings.

But it creates effective obstacles.

Let those two flying daggers make it easier and easier to harvest the lives of evil people.

"Not bad."

The old witcher praised.

It was a sincere compliment, and he could see that the other party's skills had been put into it, although there was no flashy feeling, but it was simple and effective.

Then, the old witcher's gaze swept to the military camp in the distance.

The shanty towns have fallen apart.

But it was still silent.

Not even, the patrol did not appear.

"Humph!"

The old witcher, who had thought of something, snorted coldly.

Undoubtedly, it has something to do with those two.

His Majesty the King is not a man of peace.

In other words, every king is not a man of peace.

This one?

It's just a little more ruthless.

Sensing the approaching evil aura, the old witcher's face became solemn.

It's not your average evil.

It's the guy who has completed the 'Advent'.

And not one, it's ......

Three!

Is it necessary to use that trick at this time?

The old witcher thought a little unwillingly.

But immediately, the old witcher's face changed.

Because, the breath of the three completed 'advent' is gone.

For the rest, yes

Snake hiss!