Liszt did not know what had happened to Kartim. Now, all he could see was the monastery that stood in the shadows.

Crazy malice and naked murderous aura wrapped Liszt tightly like the air everywhere. Surrounded by demons, Liszt is like a boat swaying in the stormy waves, which may be swallowed up by this endless evil thought at any time.

Hate, only hate.

His father, Yang, died from the devil's minions. His godmother, Lily, is tormented by a demonic curse. His comrades-in-arms, Aidan and Bloodcrow. Possessed by demonic bewitchment.

Hatred is the fuel for destruction. Destruction is a breeding ground for terror. And terror begets new hatred.

Only by tempering hatred with the precepts can these three form a delicate balance. Witchers who fight demons must always remember this iron rule in order to stand firm when fighting demons.

In front of the doors of the gloomy monastery, there are clusters of evil and ugly Sinking Demons, fierce and cruel sheep-headed people, and polluted monsters that smell of decay...... Many of these demons are old rivals of Liszt, and there are also many ugly and fearsome new faces.

But Liszt didn't care, he knew from the beginning to the end that he had only one enemy - the Queen of Pain, Andariel.

Thick shadows burst out of Liszt's armor, reshaping the tall and lanky figure into a shadow demon with black wings and two horns on his head. In the deep darkness, a pair of blood-red eyes slowly scanned the arrogant demon army around them. All the demons were shocked by Liszt's god-like coercion, and the demons who had an absolute numerical advantage were covered in cold sweat, lowered their heads, and did not dare to look at Liszt. The encirclement, which had been shrinking, began to slowly retreat outward—Liszt made them feel what ultimate evil was.

The demons looked at each other with the sheer amount of suppression at this level, and although their queen's orders were at their ears, they were not the strongest Third Legion in the Hell that had been, and they didn't have the guts to attack a demon god like the elites of Hell did more than two hundred years ago.

Liszt was certainly not a demon god, and his power could not be compared to Diablo, a source of fear. But he used the power of Nephitian accumulated these days, and this high-level power level was simply incomprehensible to these low-level demons, and they mistook this power that made people unable to resist as the power of the demon god.

Looking at the trembling demon legions around him, the evil smile on Liszt's face deepened. Although Liszt's face was blocked by the shadows, his slightly tilted head made all the demons realize that something was wrong.

With a thud, Liszt withdrew the dagger in his hand into the scabbard, and then took the recurve bow from behind his back, as if he had already felt the excitement of his prey. Liszt's hand gently caressed the legend left by his father, and closed his blood-stained eyes slightly.

The demons definitely don't want to see Liszt's terrifying eyes again, it is simply the judgment of the demon god. Liszt was also reasonable, and when he opened his eyes again, the bow burning with vengeance in his hand had already begun to roar angrily.

The dragon-like flaming arrows soared into the sky, and the dark clouds in the sky were all dispelled by this mighty force, and finally the radiant red sun was revealed.

The flaming arrows seemed to point directly at the great sun, and the demons were so uncomfortable by the dazzling sunlight that they didn't know where Liszt's arrows had hit. At the urging of Andariel's wrath, the demon finally began to attack tentatively.

Liszt looked at the demons who were about to move, but he was indifferent.

Ignorance is original sin.

And the original sin will be judged by me!

Before the demon's claws could be revealed, he felt the sunlight in the sky seem to be more dazzling. The demons who were about to attack were puzzled, covered their eyes with their claws, and looked up.

This time, they saw clearly. Light is what they hate the most, but then they don't have to worry about it anymore, because their end has come!

Andariel, just one of the seven demon bosses. Her demonic identity alone was not enough for Liszt to exert such great power.

However, Liszt's demon-stained armor and the quaint recurve bow in his hand both housed the souls of Liszt's father, Yang's friend, Kovaan, and Yang himself. These legendary weapons and armor can feel that the enemies of their masters are right in front of them!

Revenge is the fate of all witchers.

The blood of the enemy is a feast for all demon hunters.

Hatred is the fuel of destruction.

The demons watched in despair as the rain of revenge fell from the sky, and finally realized the meaning of this sentence.

A rain of flames that was as dense as a downpour rained down straight from the sky, nailing the demons to the ground before they could react. The blazing flames of vengeance excitedly savored the dying wails of the demons, then mercilessly burned their disgusting deformities to ashes.

Liszt walked quietly in the rain of vengeance, as if the wailing demons around him and the fire of justice from heaven were nothing more than a wonderful drama. And he is the only audience for this play.

Step by step, Liszt slowly walked towards the monastery. He didn't even look at the burning corpses of the demons that straddled under his feet, nor did he pay attention to the demons that were frantic and dragged the flaming arrows on his body towards Liszt.

Liszt knew that no demon could escape the hatred and anger that he, his father, and Kovaan had gathered. Andariel, who wanted to support her servants, was also shocked by this indomitable and unstoppable momentum.

No demon could have imagined that just human beings could make the heavens and the earth tremble, and the gods and demons could be moved.

Hidden in the depths of the monastery, Andariel silently perceives everything on the ground. Every firm step of Liszt seemed to trample on the tip of her heart through this layer of barriers, making her chest tight and short of breath, unable to breathe.

Andariel finally recognized it, the unique armor, and the recurve bow. She remembered the two tiny humans who dared to set foot in hell more than ten years ago. They had been bewildered by her toying, and though they had narrowly escaped, she was sure that the man in the blue-black armor who had been poisoned by her must have died in agony.

More than ten years have passed, and this scene in front of him has made Andariel have a ridiculous feeling. "Is this the revenge of those two men?" She didn't know the answer, but she instinctively felt that if she didn't make another move, maybe she wouldn't have a chance to regret it.

"Let me take a good look inside you, human." Andariel watched the demon-like figure in his perception easily enter the gate of the monastery, and muttered, "Let me taste how your despair is different from someone else's. ”