047 is well aware of what is happening, as the secret experiment on the Holy Grail is taking place in the Stagnant Sanctuary deep underground tonight, and the more detailed part of 047 is not clear, but it is clear from now that the experiment is out of control, and the tidal wave of erosion is being released from the Stagnant Sanctuary.

The extreme repression suddenly descended on the will of every demon hunter, and the evil and cold distortion felt churning in the stomach, and some demon hunters couldn't bear it for a while, and uncovered the iron face and leaned over and retched.

They are demon hunters, who have been implanted with [Divine Favor] and secret blood, and are the most resistant existence among human beings, but even so, 047's mind is violently shaken at this moment.

The intensity of the erosion was far greater than he could have imagined, and it seemed that as long as 047 lost his mind slightly, his will would be completely engulfed by darkness, and he took a deep breath to keep his senses.

047 looked at the demon hunters behind him in a bit of panic, and abnormal reactions appeared on their bodies one by one, under the shroud of this erosion, first physical discomfort, then mental.

This is erosion, like a black tide flowing over the dam of reason, searching for the fragile crevice, soaking into it, widening the crack until it destroys the bottom line of sanity.

These seasoned demon hunters are like this, 047 can no longer imagine the people in the static temple, there are not all witchers there, there are many ordinary people, they are afraid that they will be alienated into demons at the moment of erosion.

047's fears were soon answered, and roars rang out of the glorious church, their shadows illuminated by the sea of candles like mythical demon gods, coming out of the sacred place.

This is so similar to everything in the Gospels, where the demons of abomination crawl out of the shadow under God's feet and rebel against the kingdom of the Holy Spirit.

The Seven Hills were so tightly protected that they were all void at this moment, and this time the enemy came from within them, the most central place.

The evening breeze had become viscous, with the smell of blood.

They were still dressed in holy robes, but beneath the pure white were twisted and mutated bodies, their pale arms were covered with iron-blue veins, their once familiar faces had completely withered and shrunk, their eyes were deeply sunken, like a dark vortex, and they whimpered, as if they were chanting some strange melody, and then blood flowed down the cracks in the corners of their mouths.

Hordes of demonized priests, smelling the fear of the living, stepped out of the glorious hall and looked down at the sword-wielding witchers.

What an abomination it was, even 047's iron will hesitated for a moment, judging by the degree of demonization of the clerics, the intensity of the erosion was almost lethal, and it had only been a few minutes since it erupted.

047 couldn't imagine what it would be like to be in the Stagnant Sanctuary beneath his feet.

The rest of the witchers were also aware of this, and they were terrified, and their hands holding their swords trembled slightly.

Without waiting for them to react, the next moment the demons roared forward and swooped down, craving for flesh and blood, their whimpering roars with soul pain, they wept and wailed.

The demon hunters froze in place, like small animals watched by predators, their iron armor shaking uncontrollably, aware of the danger, but unable to lift their blades.

Those demons are powerful, but with the cooperation of the demon hunters, they still have the power to fight, but now what is even more serious is the ubiquitous erosion, the strange viscosity is like soaking yourself in a pool of blood that is about to solidify, and the stinking liquid pours into the iron armor along the gaps in the armor, torturing the mind of the demon hunter.

At this moment, they not only have to fight against the demons in front of them, but also the erosion that oppresses on their chests, and the slightest carelessness of the demon hunters will be eroded, out of control, and become a member of the demons.

The demons roared, their sharp claws and teeth piercing the holy robes, and they came, carrying a message of death.

051 had completely lost his fighting spirit, he could only feel the chill all over his body, as if there were cold steel needles piercing his joints, cutting off all his muscles, and maintaining his sanity in this deadly sense of despair had exhausted all his strength, he couldn't lift the blade, he could only watch the arrival of the demons like this, until a cold light exploded in front of his eyes.

"Don't let fear dominate, witchers. ”

Someone yelled in despair.

Dense black armor grew wildly through the cracks in the iron armor, and blazing fireworks spilled out of it, and 047 lived up to his name, holding a sharp nail sword, standing at the forefront of death to face the demons.

He had always been powerful, and before he became a witcher, he was the most skilled swordsman of all the children.

047 stabbed quickly, thunder pierced through the heart of the demon, and then stepped forward, the whole body overlapped with the demon and staggered, like a dance, the nail sword easily cut through the twisted flesh, the intersection of the blade and the flesh emitted a burst of burning sensation, directly cutting off the head, and then the blazing white flames completely engulfed the demon.

It was such a sharp blow, clean, that the headless corpse stumbled forward a few steps, and finally fell, it burned, tumbled, and landed at the bottom of the stairs, burning silently, leaving only a gentle ash to remain.

Beneath the mask of steel, a fire burned in the pitch-black abyss, 047 scanned the witchers mercilessly, as if inspired by 0471's bravery, some of the witchers struggled out of that despair, they trembled and raised their blades, although fearful, at least at the moment they clenched the weapons in their hands.

"The time has come to fulfill our duties, and we can't let these demons go. ”

047's voice was cold, and he spoke.

The Cathedral of San Nalo is the heart of the contamination, and under the eerie power of the Holy Grail, the people here are twisted into even more powerful demons.

Feeling the erosion of madness, the endless whispers in his ears, it was impossible to say that he could ignore it completely, 047 could only endure, like a sailor facing a storm, he tightened his sails, unwilling to be knocked down by the waves of death.

The wave of erosion continues, and it is only a matter of time before the Seven Hills falls, but beyond the Seven Hills is the Emerald that must contain the demons in the city.

Invisible grotesques roared, their teeth and claws, their shrill despair beating like a drumbeat on the minds of every witcher.

The battle began, and more demons poured out of the Cathedral of San Nalo, mostly priests working in the church, some of them still retaining their remnants of humanity, reciting the sacred prayer in vain with a blank will, and then slain by the sharp nail sword.

047 was at the forefront, his anger drove the others, dispelled the cold chill slightly, and slashed with all his might, until the nail sword was full of gaps, and the blood of the demon soaked the sacred ladder, like a stream, flowing to the bottom, mixed with the burned corpse, like the filth of sin.

The iron armor was already scarred, and although with the help of power, the broken parts were soon covered with new armor pieces, but in this corrosive environment, it was also a great burden for the demon hunters to conduct such a high-intensity battle.

The rage of the past began to flicker and extinguish in the roar of the demons, and the invisible fear once again captured the witchers, who were puzzled and distressed.

The battle had been going on for a long time, but it was like forgotten, there were no reinforcements, no orders, just the Medanzo Demon Hunters, who stood alone against the demons from hell.

During this time, 047 has not spoken, he is just killing the enemy mechanically, in fact, he is already very tired, just surrounded by several demons, although his swordsmanship is superb, but in the long battle, the nail sword has become dull, he is difficult to cut off the demon's head with one blow, although he has the protection of the iron armor, but under a heavy attack, the body under the iron armor was bruised.

The face under the mask smiled tiredly, looking at the demons slowly coming under the glorious candlelight, and then 047 realized that there were so many priests in this seemingly uninhabited church.

But the long night seemed to be about to usher in the dawn, it seemed to be the last demon, 047 had just gotten a glimpse of hope, but then a scream dragged him into the abyss again.

It was a scream from behind him, a shaky figure with a nail sword in his hand, and he slowly knelt down to his knees, beside another wounded witcher, who stabbed his unsuspecting comrade with a sword, and burst into his mouth with a strange laugh.

047's heart sank, and sure enough, the worst happened.

Demon hunters have always tried their best to avoid fighting in a high-intensity erosion environment, and the ubiquitous power will gradually distort people's will, and compared with normal humans, witchers are only more able to endure than them, rather than completely exempt from erosion, and once the witchers are eroded and out of control, they are far more dangerous than ordinary people.

The Secret Blood gives the Demon Hunter the power to fight the demons, and it is also the most dangerous poison when it comes to Fall.

047 made a judgment on the spot, and he turned around and rushed downward.

"Hold here!"

He yelled at the rest of the witchers, then leaped to his feet with his spiked sword.

The corrupted witcher looked painful, his will was far less fragile than that of ordinary people, and there was still a slight lucidity in his desperate cries.

So he laughed maniacally, but wept with pity, as if to say sorry to the witcher he had wounded, but he was no longer in control of his body, and the unbound secret blood began to rise.

Without the control of the will, the secret blood continued to awaken in the witcher's body, and in a blink of an eye, he broke through the shackles of the human form, and the deformed flesh and blood made him look like a monster, and at this time, the awakened secret blood triggered the silver bolt, and the black armor was full of cracks, and the center of the crack had a gilded golden light.

It was a fusing silver bolt, deadly silver flowing through his body with the rising secret blood, destroying and regenerating at the same time.

047 was expressionless, and although the Silverbolt had been triggered, the demonized witcher still had some time to act before Silversilver could kill him completely, and 047 had to deal with it quickly.

Without the slightest hesitation, 047 brandished the nail sword, swinging it at his comrades who were still fighting side by side just now, the hateful demon fought back, perhaps because of the exhaustion of the battle, 047's movements slowed down a little, and then he was blocked by the speeding nail sword, and the huge force knocked him back several meters.

The howling wind came, and the demon attacked again, it had secret blood in its body, and the blazing white fireworks were still burning, and the demon alienated by the demon hunter was far more dangerous and deadly than ordinary demons, not to mention still suffering from this terrifying erosion...... This comes directly from the erosion of the Holy Grail.

047 tried to dodge, but at that moment, an unbearable pain came from within his body, and blood gushed out from under the cold iron surface.

The coldness of death pierced into his mind like a sharp knife, and it was too late to dodge the attack, he would be knocked down, wounded, or killed by a demon, or he might be eroded and captured in a state of confusion and become one of the demons.

047 thought a lot for a moment, but the most regrettable thing was that he couldn't see the appearance of the old Dunling, failed to open a detective agency, and spent his life like an ordinary person.

But the blow of death did not come, and the nail sword hung over his skull, and he did not descend for half a minute, and he looked up and saw a weeping and distorted face.

Maybe this is the stubbornness of mortals, even in his current appearance, he wants to die as a human, the witcher seems to want to say something, but now he can only let out that meaningless whimper.

047 looked at the changing shape of his mouth, as if reading his words, he got up and took the nail sword, the twin swords flickering, the hideous and distorted face as if relieved, becoming peaceful and calm, the burning head fell to the ground with a heavy slump, and then the silver bolt was completely melted, and the witcher's body fell to his knees, and the silver white of his chest flowed from his chest.

As the witcher died, the last demon was slain, and scarlet blood spilled out of the glorious church like a red carpet, spilling over the stairs and over every witcher.

047 turned around to see the tired witchers, who pulled their swords out of the other witcher's body and watched them die.

A sense of suffocation captured 047 in an instant, and there was more than one out-of-control witcher, and in the battle just now, the rest of the witchers also dealt with those out-of-control colleagues.

But tonight continued, the terrifying erosion continued to spread, and the Seven Hills resounded with constant wails, and more and more people were alienated into demons, and the demon hunters would soon become one of them.

047 suddenly felt an indescribable sense of powerlessness, even though he was invincible Medanzo, he couldn't save this desperate situation at this moment...... The erosion has magnified the dark side of his psyche, and he can't even save himself at the moment.

Or...... Run, right?

The place of the seven hills has fallen, and there are demons everywhere, and no one will notice them, so go and escape.

Escape from here, escape from Friedmont, escape from the Holy Gospel Papal States.

It seemed that an invisible monster was wrapped around 047's body, whispering softly into his ear.

[Run!]

Escape to Old Dunling and start the long-awaited new life. 】

[Staying here is just waiting for death.] 】

"Medanzo!"

Suddenly, a voice sounded, interrupting 047's thoughts, first hesitation, then extreme horror.

He was terrified, he couldn't imagine what would have happened if he had just agreed to the voice in his head, 047 turned his head, and then saw the blood-stained iron face.

051 said to him.

"Retreat, 047, just waiting to die here. ”

"Retreat ......"

Yes, this is a retreat, not an escape, 051 is right, just waiting for death here.

But...... But......

047's mind fell into chaos, and his hands couldn't help but tremble, he was terrified, as if agreeing to this decision, there would be some irreparable mistake, a mistake that would make people regret for a lifetime.

A sudden low sound came from the church above the staircase, and it was so clear to the ears of the witchers that there seemed to be countless monsters, grinding their teeth and sucking blood, gasping for excitement from thirst for blood, claws scratching at the solid walls, crawling out of the dark abyss little by little.

From behind the gates of the Kingdom of Heaven.

Huge despair devoured 047, devoured all the witchers, and this was the darkest hour of the night, with no moonlight and no hope.