The metal cup is placed on a thick, sturdy tabletop, and the surface of the cup is not decorated, which is very rough, but it is strong enough and large, and the sweet eggnog inside looks clear in the sun.

Sweet eggnog is not only cheap, but also very popular, especially near the border of Molsa in Hokuriku, and it has become a must for almost everyone who goes out.

Horruf is no exception.

Even though he was retired, he loved to have it in the afternoon.

Today, however, is an exception.

Horuff, who was holding a wine glass, stared at the empty space in a daze, his eyes wandering and falling into deep thought.

The guy next to him looked at his boss and immediately quietly withdrew.

For days on end, these guys have become accustomed to their boss's constant daz.

At first, there were still people who asked, but Horuff kept silent every time, or was in a hurry, and after directly reprimanding, these guys also knew what to do.

The door closed silently.

After a few more minutes, Horuff sighed heavily.

Snake pie?

Is there really a snake pie?

The retired witcher scratched the little hair left on the top of his head, looking suspicious.

He recalled again the self-proclaimed 'Snake Pie' two days ago. Colin's man.

He didn't believe the other party's words at first.

Even if the other party is very strong and acts like a witcher in terms of style, he has never heard of the snake sect that the other party said.

Therefore, he only thinks that the other party is apocryphal and nonsense.

If the other party had explained at the time, he would have stubbornly believed that the other party was a liar.

But the other party did not explain.

Not even the meaning of justification.

He said, 'What you know, you always know, and what you don't know, you will never know!' Then he returned to his room.

Moreover, in the next few days, the other party did not look for him once.

He knows this technique well.

In fact, he used similar tricks to bluff a lot of nasty guys.

But......

Is it really a bluffing trick?

One day, two days, three days.

From being completely unbelieving at first, to now, Horuff has become half-convinced.

Because, when he thought about it, he didn't have anything worth bluffing the other party about.

His hotel?

For ordinary people, it is a good industry.

But for someone as powerful as the other party, it's really disdainful.

The equipment he left behind?

It's even more impossible.

Those things, he originally wanted to give to the other party, and when he showed the other party the 'lone wolf mark', he was ready to do so, he believed that the other party should also feel it, otherwise it would be impossible to refuse so simply.

Thinking of the other party's answer at that time, Horuff couldn't help but breathe shortly.

"What a bastard!"

"Whether you're a snake pie or not, you're a nasty guy!"

"But ......"

"Is there really a snake pie?"

"Is it different from ordinary witchers, witchers who hide in the shadows?"

Horuff whispered.

He reminisced about the history of witchers.

It seems that every time the witcher should be extinct, it will inexplicably continue again, as if there is an unknown existence that has always protected the 'fire' of the witcher.

If there really is a snake pie......

It seems to explain all this.

Because of this, Horuf did not take the liberty of contacting the witchers he knew.

He, unsure if the witcher he once knew could still be trusted.

The war that led to the near destruction of the witchers, although it was nominally because of the pursuit of the 'black plague', he always thought that there was something wrong with the witchers as well.

Otherwise, it would not have been possible to defeat it directly.

Perhaps, the people of the Serpent faction also knew.

Even, the people of the snake faction also hid in that war and discovered something, but it was not passed on in time, but they gave a certain hint, so the snake faction became more and more secretive.

Instead of spreading the 'fire' of the witchers again, they hid and searched for the truth of the matter.

came to me, and it was only after some testing that I was confirmed that I had no problem.

Then, hopefully, some secrets are known from my mouth.

Horuff thought quietly.

Thoughts can't help but think about the bright side.

This is human inertia.

Love the good and hate the bad.

When things happen, there is always a fluke, even if the real malice comes, there is still a fluke, and it will not change until death comes.

Even if Horruf is a witcher, it won't change that.

Because......

From the bottom of his heart, Horruf refused to accept the defeat of the witchers.

Even if he chose to retire.

After a moment of hesitation, Horuff decided to talk openly and honestly with that Colin in a moment.

He couldn't wait any longer.

If he waits, he'll really be bald!

Carefully combing the few remaining hairs from left to right, fitting them to the scalp, drinking the sweet eggnog in the cup, feeling the heat rising from the stomach, Horuf rubbed his fat belly, but his eyes involuntarily looked through the window in the direction of the Temple of the God of War, where dark clouds were thick and thunder rolled.

"God of War?"

"Hush."

Horuff pursed his lips disdainfully.

The reason why witchers are not liked has a lot to do with their beliefs.

They don't believe in any god, not even pretend.

They only trust their teachers, parents, family, and friends.

They only believe in the weapons in their hands.

They do not belong to the light.

They do not belong to darkness.

Walking on the brink of death.

There is no glory of praise.

There is no chanting of hymns.

Only pride in the heart.

Subconsciously raising his head and placing it on his chest, feeling the powerful beating of his heart in his chest, Horuff opened his mouth and strode towards his closet.

Folded tomahawks.

A worn-out trench coat.

Hats with rotten brimming.

There is also a backpack next to it, which is also full of age, with a short gun inserted on one side of the backpack, and several throwing knives pinned to the other side, and there are some miscellaneous items in the backpack.

Horruf picked up his folded tomahawk and picked up his backpack.

With a shake of his hand, the folded tomahawk immediately stretched out and turned into a long-handled tomahawk.

Carrying a tomahawk in one hand, Horuff aimed a vertical slash at his side.

Rumble!

With a dull cracking sound, the axe slammed into the ground.

The stone floor was shattered, the smoke and dust rose up, and the view of the entire room was completely obscured, and the battle axe in Horuff's hand was swept again.

Woo!

The blade of the axe brought up a strong wind, rolled up layers of smoke and dust, and slashed at what seemed to be a void.

Bang!

A figure was smashed out.

It was a figure wrapped in gray-black clothing, and the moment it hit the ground, it rolled like smoke.

Looking at this scene, Horuf sneered several times.

If it was before, when he was silently affected by that bastard's 'instigation' ability, such a way of hiding would naturally be seamless, but now?

In the face of a truly awake witcher, such hiding is like an ostrich sticking its head into the sand.

Horruf directly pulled out the short gun.

Different from the common short arquebus, this short arquebus is thicker, the muzzle is the size of an adult's fist, and when the trigger is pulled-

Rumble!

The fire flickered like artillery.

The tiny projectile smashed everything in front of Horruf 100 °, within five meters, in a shrouded manner.

Whether it's a table, a chair, or an enemy.

The enemy who was all over his body was no longer a piece of good meat at this time, and his whole body twitched, and his eyes widened as he looked at Horuf, and then he lost his breath.

Kholuff paid no heed to the enemy, and with the force of his feet, he quickly retreated.

Bang!

The fat figure crashed straight into the wall behind it.

And the moment Horuff left the room, the corpse on the ground swelled as if inflated, and then the fire flickered.

Rumble!

The room where Horruf lived was directly blown up into the sky.

Horuff, who was out of the range of the opponent's self-detonation, did no real damage, but he was a little disgraced, and he spitted two mouthfuls of dirt from his mouth while stabbing the tomahawk in his hand behind him.

Enemies, more than one!

In the aftermath of the explosion, the enemies that wrapped around the whole body appeared one by one.

They surrounded Horruf in layers and densely.

These figures have the same size as their previous enemies, but their aura is like that of a beast, and even if their faces are covered by bandages, they can hear a hoarse roar.

Like wolves, they circled around Horuf, looking for weaknesses in the witchers.

Horruf squinted, the long-handled battle axe in his hand was horizontal in front of him, and his fat waist was slightly bowed, and the whole person looked like a huge wine barrel.

And then......

Rapid spinning!

Tomahawks fly up and down!

One by one, the axe blades swept through the air at great speed, cutting through the air, bringing up a wind blade with a single edge.

The next moment, when these wind blades converged, a small tornado appeared.

Its crazy rotation and strong suction force made the enemies gathered around it quickly swept into it and torn to pieces.

However, more enemies are around.

Without the slightest fear, they just stared at Horuff.

They are waiting!

Wait for the moment when Horuf is tired!

They all knew that such moves were strong.

But it is absolutely impossible to last!

Once Horuff slows down, that's when the other side dies!

Claire Ho is very sure of this!

Carlisle Ho, who was standing in the crowd, looked at Holuff with cold eyes, although he knew about the so-called 'snake faction' from Lunkar, but Carlisle Ho didn't take it to heart.

A group of guys hiding in the shadows, if it was before the 'Black Plague', they might have been able to cause them a little trouble, but now?

Totally impossible!

Their goal is no longer in these mortals.

But the 'fog' is more troublesome than expected!

Claire Ho's gaze was on the thick mist that had suddenly appeared in the distance.

This 'advent' was completed silently, and it really became a demigod-like existence.

"In this way, the so-called snake demon hunters are not useless."

In a haughty tone, Claire Ho, dressed in a black robe, smiled contemptuously.

Demigods?

Of course he wasn't.

However, he will definitely not be afraid of demigods.

After all, standing behind him was a god in the truest sense of the word.

Therefore, he chose the most direct way.

Kill Horuff and kill the so-called Snake Witcher.

And then?

It would be nice if more snake witchers popped out.

He's going to kill them all.

Finally, nature is called 'fog'.

That's not what he's worried about, though.

The gods behind him will deal with each other well.

Mortals deal with mortal things.

The gods are naturally left to the gods to deal with.

This is the rule of Hokuriku.

Although the Silent Night Order is secretive and strange, it no longer minds abiding by such rules with the 'Lady of Calamity' as its backing.

After all, it's good for them, isn't it?

It was as if now, he could completely ignore the other party's gods and use absolute superiority to achieve an overwhelming victory.

Feeling the whirlwind getting smaller and smaller, looking at Holuf, whose physical strength began to gradually fail, the smile on Carlisle's face became more and more arrogant and contemptuous.

He won again!

Such a feeling......

It's wonderful!

Step, step!

Clear footsteps came from one side, and the arrogant, contemptuous smile on Carlisle Ho's face reached an extreme, and he turned to look at Qin Ran who came out of the shadows on one side.

"Snake, shouldn't it be hiding in the shadows?"

"The snake that is revealed is not dangerous."

Carlisle said slowly, and then, frowning slightly.

The arrogant contempt on Qin Ran's face made him very uncomfortable.

He is used to looking at people like this.

But he wasn't used to people seeing him that way.

Especially when this feeling was still real, not a disguise, Carlisle felt a trace of anger inexplicably.

"Up!"

Carlisle Ho waved his hand.

Immediately, the surrounding subordinates rushed towards Qin Ran who came out.

Exactly the same way as the siege of Horruf.

The advantage of numbers has been exerted to an extreme by these people.

But—

Hiss!

The hiss of the snake suddenly sounded.

Thick snake shadows sprang out of the ground and wrapped around these people's bodies.

In an instant, the people gathered around them froze in place.

Not only these people, but also Carlisho was also intimidated.

Their mouths grew up, their faces frightened, their bodies writhing.

"Ahhh

"Don't come here!"

"Get out of here!"

Carlisle roared loudly and waved his hands out of thin air, striking the serpent that wasn't supposed to exist.

【Sword Skills. Ten Thousand Snakes]!

One is called sword art, but it is actually an illusion of spiritual mystery.

Illusion, when you know what is fake, is fake.

But if it's true......

That's true!

A huge black long sword appeared in Qin Ran's hand.

There wasn't any fancy, just straight split Carlisle Ho in half.

The great pain brought Carlisle Ho to his senses.

"Illusion, illusion?"

"It's really good!"

"But, you brought me out with pain, and that's your biggest mistake!"

Carlisho, who had been split in half, quickly came to his senses, not only did he not die, but on the contrary, he stared at Qin Ran with great energy, ready to attack again.

Once again, however, he saw the look of contempt that made him extremely uncomfortable.

"I'm going to kill you!"

"Killed...... Ahhh ”

In a fit of rage, Carlisle Joel roared, but the next moment, the roar was replaced by screams.

Black flames appeared from the other party's body. The fire of hope burns brightly.

'Arrogant' didn't even look at the other party, just turned around and walked towards Horruf, beside him, black flames began to spread, and all the people of the Silent Night Secret Order were trapped in it,

Like the lotus of the abyss,

Bloom.

.。 m.