The voice was cold, like a cold wind, and the bones of Sivalka were painful.

But at this time, Sivalka did not dare to move.

He knows each other!

'Hunting Blade' Edson!

Although it is much older than the portrait I saw, the basic outline is still there, and there is still ...... That elusive dagger just now!

The dagger, which can automatically attack the enemy without human control, is the signature of the 'Hunting Blade'!

Then I think of the other party's comment that 'never spares hands in the face of evil'.

Even if the other party who didn't know why he died, Sivalka, who appeared again, shook his head again and again.

"No!"

"I'm not!"

"As for why the 'regulators' are like this, all I know is that my 'residue' has been whispering in my ear lately, trying to make me do something. I was too timid to go. ”

"Also, I'm only the one who can use the 'remnants', and besides, the 'residues' are already left in the Dark Hall when I leave them."

Sivalka said with great certainty.

Moreover, without the old witcher asking more, he directly said everything he knew.

It's not about guts.

Rather, in the booklet that recorded the 'Title Demon Hunter', it was clearly written that if you want to live, you had better confess that the Demon Hunter doesn't like to go around in circles, and he doesn't like to bully the weak.

So, after saying that, Sivalka looked at the old witcher pitifully.

Honor?

Demeanor?

Sorry, he's just a timid Sivalka, not a nobleman, a knight.

Don't care about those.

Just stay alive.

The old witcher's gaze swept over Sivalka, his brow furrowed slightly.

Experience taught him that the man in front of him was not lying.

But that's why it's so bad.

He didn't know what that 'residue' was, but he knew what had just happened to the 'regulator', and by deducing from that, everything was obvious.

The Temple of War is using the 'evil anomaly' to do assimilation experiments!

It's the same as the original 'Silent Night Secret Order'!

"Are the people of the Temple of War crazy?"

"Do they know what they're doing?"

The old witcher asked Sivalka in a low voice.

"I—I'm a deacon with a knife, but I'm a supernumerary, and I don't know what it is."

Sivarka replied with a sad face.

It's a fact.

He didn't lie.

Although he has the title of 'deacon with a knife', he has no corresponding rights, and doesn't he see that his 'rest time' is all exchanged for tasks?

Even, in the past fifteen years, except for the high-ranking person of the Dark Hall who taught him, he had not even seen any other high-level of the Dark Hall.

Or rather, Sivalka subconsciously avoided these.

He just wanted to survive in peace.

I don't want to be involved in any big event.

But......

At this moment, he had a hunch.

He couldn't dodge.

Sure enough, the next moment, the old demon hunter looked at him with a sense of oppression in his eyes, and said, "What is that 'residue' whispering in your ear?" Tell me all. ”

"Okay."

Sivalka nodded immediately.

With the narration of Sivalka 1510.

The old witcher's brow furrowed.

Things were worse than he had imagined.

The 'evil' is even more cunning than it was at the beginning.

No!

Not cunning!

But...... Grown!

In decades of fighting against humans, these 'evils' are no longer those monsters that rely on instinct to hunt, but monsters with a detailed division of labor, and can use layouts and plans.

For example, this time.

They plan to take advantage of the fact that the Temple of the God of War is also doing assimilation experiments to break down the fortress of Etantoinoburg in one fell swoop and turn the entire city into their dining table.

Whether there is an inducement from the 'Silent Night Secret Order', the old demon hunter doesn't know for the time being.

But he knew that if he didn't do something, he would be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, he drew the silver dagger from his waist and swept it directly into Sivalka's palm.

"Ahh

The sudden attack made Sivalka scream uncontrollably.

"Shut up!"

"Just a test!"

The old witcher let out a low snort, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Looking down at the opening in his palm, Sivalka's tears were about to flow out.

Hurt!

It really hurts!

In addition to accidentally breaking his finger during a manicure ten years ago, this is another time he is bleeding.

The bright red blood made the old demon hunter breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, the guy in front of him is not 'assimilated'.

"Take it."

The old witcher tossed a roll of gauze and a dagger to Sivalka.

Sivalka looked at the old witcher in a daze.

Gauze he knew was to bandage the wound.

Dagger......

He didn't want to fight.

"I'm not good at fighting, can I ......"

"Are you a coward?"

"With a physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, and quite a lot of fighting skills, you want to retreat here?"

The old witcher was visibly annoyed.

Sivalka craned his neck, bowed his head, and said nothing.

However, the attitude is clear enough.

The old witcher glanced at Sivalka again, and finally, with a cold snort, disappeared in place.

Witcher, does not force others.

Neither forces others to collaborate, nor forces others to join the Witcher.

All of this is voluntary.

Because it is a matter of life and death for that person, no one can make decisions for anyone.

You need to be responsible for your own life.

Even if you choose to escape.

The old witcher vanished like the wind.

Sivalka let out a long sigh.

It seems that everything in that pamphlet is right, and the witcher will not force others, otherwise he will probably die here.

Sivalka thought as he quickly bandaged the wound on his hand.

The Dark Hall definitely can't go back.

The death of the 'regulator', he could not explain it.

In other words, even if he explains, he will still be subjected to some 'torture'.

He thought he couldn't stand it.

And then there's this 'riot'!

The dark hall will be the hardest hit area!

Every whisper in his ear told him how powerful they were in the Dark Hall.

Now go back, once you find out that he is not his own person.

The only thing that awaits him is death.

So......

"Is there only one left to escape?"

Sivalka sighed helplessly.

He involuntarily walked to the side of the road fence and looked down.

It's quiet at night in Etaninburg.

The most prosperous business districts are only sporadic fires.

Not to mention the lower seven rings.

Except for a few recognized taverns and barracks, as well as the city walls, everything else was pitch black.

Sivalka stares at the shantytowns of the Lower Seventh Ring Road.

His eyes were full of apologies.

"I'm sorry, Ellie."

"I guess I'll have to come back a little later to find ......"

Sivalka's eyes widened before he could finish his whispered to himself.

Firelight!

A dazzling fire burst into the sky from the shantytown!

A deafening explosion followed!

Rumble!

The whole of Etantoinople was woken up.

The lights came on one after another.

The sleeping people, one by one, dressed and walked out of the house, looked at the shantytown of the Lower Seventh Ring Road in a daze, they had no idea what was happening.

Sivalka knows.

So, he shook his head again and again.

"Impossible!"

"It's obviously a dark hall!"

"Why in a shantytown!"

"Impossible!"

Sivarka shook his head and stepped back, completely oblivious to the gap between the stone slabs on the ground, and fell to the ground.

This was the reaction when his face touched the cold remnant snow.

One turned over, Sivalka got up, took the dagger, and just like that, he jumped down directly from the edge of the middle third ring and rushed in the direction of the lower seventh ring.

……

Half an egg was extra for dinner, much to Elle's delight.

Eggs are white and tender.

The egg yolk is fragrant.

Moreover, Erin gave her the big half.

She wanted to say no at first.

However, the boiled eggs are so delicious.

She didn't hold back for a moment.

I agreed.

The porridge made with black bread crumbs was added, and the leaves that she and Irene picked and dried in the summer tasted great.

Especially at the thought of being able to eat a whole slice of brown bread tomorrow morning, Elle couldn't help but be full of anticipation.

In such anticipation, she couldn't sleep.

She wanted to talk to Erin.

But beside her, Erin had already fallen asleep.

On the other bed, her mother was snoring.

Their mothers are more tired than they are.

Knowing this, Ellie curled up very sensibly and forced herself to sleep.

Only by sleeping well can you have the energy to help your mother share more.

Thinking about it, Ellie was about to fall asleep in a daze.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, there was a knock on the door that woke Elle.

The knock on the door was slow, but heavy.

It's not just Ellie who woke up.

Erin and their mother woke up.

The mother, who woke up from the winter, did not complain, on the contrary, a vigilant face.

The wood knife used to chop wood was in his hand.

Erin took out a kitchen knife from under her pillow.

Ellie had an extra sharp stick in her hand.

The shantytowns are where they live.

However, it is by no means a comfortable place.

Especially at night.

If you're not careful, you won't see the sun the next day.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The knocking continued, and, moreover, heavier than before!

The latch was directly broken, and a gap was revealed in the door that the girl's mother had pressed against the table.

A scarlet eye peeked through the slit.

At the sight of this scarlet eye, the girl's mother trembled all over.

Not the kind of situation she imagined.

But it was worse than she had imagined.

"Erin, Ellie, run!"

"Go to Uncle Lame!"

Mother shouted in a low voice.

Erin, who was already sensible, didn't say a word, pulled her sister and ran to the side of the kitchen.

There's an 'emergency passage' here.

This decaying house, after the wooden walls have fallen off, there is a small hole large enough for a little girl to pass through, usually outside, covered with snow, and inside is a wooden plank.

Erin lifted off the plank, used the kitchen knife in her hand as a shovel, cut through the snow directly, and pulled her sister out.

Then, taking her sister's hand, Erin went straight to the lame uncle.

Just after the two little girls ran more than ten meters away,

Thundered!

The house they lived in had collapsed.

A monster a full three meters tall stands on the ruins.

Chewing flesh in his mouth.

"Sister......

"Shut up and run."

Before Ellie could finish her sentence, she was interrupted by Erin.

Erin knew what her sister was trying to say.

But I can't say it now.

It can't be stopped.

You have to run out before the monsters come over.

The chewing of flesh grew quieter.

The lame uncle's house already appeared in the field of vision ahead.

Compared to their house, the lame uncle here is much larger.

There are also many more people.

Moreover, there is a certain defense capability here.

What's more, the lame uncle with a strange temper is a very nice person.

Otherwise, no matter how safe it was here, Erin wouldn't dare to come.

Pulling her sister, Erin quickened her pace.

But at this time, the fire appeared.

From the lame uncle's house, the flames burst out, and there were bursts of explosions.

The impact of the explosion caused the two little girls to fall to the ground.

The two stared blankly at the house engulfed in flames.

Ellie was completely overwhelmed.

Erin has some, too.

However, she reacted immediately.

You can't stay where you are.

It's so bright here!

"Go over there!"

Erin ran to a firewood pile with her sister, and she pulled her sister into it without saying a word.

It was the safest place she could find.

The two young girls hid in the firewood, looking at the strange bird with one eye, the giant with three heads, the jackal with a large mouth on its back, and the ethereal, strange figures, and their bodies were stiff.

They don't know why, there are so many monsters in the shantytown.

But they know that if they want to live, they can't speak up.

However, it is not okay not to speak up.

A jackal with a large mouth on its back sniffs the air.

Little by little, they approached the firewood.

Inside the big mouth on its back, a tongue kept licking.

The smell of fishy smell, along with the night wind, blew into the firewood.

Erin clenched the kitchen knife.

When she ran away, she didn't put down the kitchen knife.

So is Ellie's stick.

The two little girls nervously watched the monster getting closer and closer.

However, just as the monster was still three meters away from the firewood, the sound of gunfire in the distance attracted it.

The monster turned and ran towards the place where the gun had fired.

The two little girls breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

But the next moment—

The pile of firewood that had covered them was removed.

The two of them were completely exposed.

The scarlet eyes glared at them.

The three-meter-tall body was covered in blood.

"Delicious food!"

The three-meter-tall giant muttered, and raised his hand to grab Erin Ellie.

Erin blocked her sister behind her and raised the kitchen knife in her hand.

She wants to be able to protect her sister.

But her hand holding the knife was trembling.

Because, she knows, the gap is too big to be possible.

Tears flowed from the eyes of this strong, precocious little girl in the past.

She shouted in her heart.

Who's going to save us!

Who's going to save us!

Anyone can do it!

Please come and save us!

Under the crown of the god of war!

Calamity!

Can you hear my cries?

Help us...... No, just save my sister!

I'm willing to trade me for my sister!

The voice of supplication came from the bottom of my heart.

It's a pity that there was no response.

There is only a palm that is getting closer and closer, full of oppression.

Despair.

Quickly enveloped Erin.

Just when she was about to give up, a voice came from the bottom of her heart-

"Are you willing to believe in 'The Mist'?"

。 m.