Why tie something to the hilt of a sword, whether it's strips of cloth or leather, why add these soft ropes to the tools used to kill? The average soldier might tell you that it's to prevent slipping and absorb sweat or blood from the palm of your hand. At the same time, it also improves the comfort of holding the sword and increases the fluidity of the movement. But if you ask this question to a man who kills for a living, his answer may be different. Why do you want to wrap the hilt of your sword? Of course, because you don't want to bear the sin of taking another life uncovered, you don't want to admit that the blade you swung is in your hand, you don't want to feel the cold steel.

But Chrus never wrapped the hilt of his sword, he always held the sword and dagger directly, which allowed the Demonborn to feel better about his weapons, making these two blades an extension of his body. Of course, it may also be because something wrapped around the hilt of the sword prevents him from pulling the weapon out of his body as easily as he does now, which is a disaster for the stealthy killer. And what can also be called a disaster is probably the same as the previous team of snakeheads and an unknown number of rat people at the same time.

Here's the thing, the Demon Descendant stalked a pair of Radno in search of an exit to the earth, and judging by the robes they were wearing, they should have been normal humans not long ago, but the evil rituals of Mother Crypt had transformed her loyal followers into a different form. And that means they don't hate light as their underground counterparts who are born with snake senses, and they don't go too far from the exit. But the scheming Karus got one thing wrong, and that was that for the hungry nezumi, both the survivors of Molten Iron City and the scaly creatures, they all had one name in common, Meat.

The large number of nezumi pouring out from behind the passage blocked all the roads where the Demon Spawn could take refuge from the limelight, and he was surprised to find that he was caught between the two parties and had nowhere to escape. At this time, Krus couldn't help but envy the magic of the crow, if only he could turn into a crow or something and fly over the passage. "There are enemies!" Radno reminded his companion in a strange human voice. The snakeheads hastily pulled out the daggers at their waists and looked around back to back. The Demon Spawn sighed softly, and a terrifying demonic fire began to ignite in his eyes, which had been merged with the darkness, followed by the long sword and short blade in the palms of his two hands. It wasn't that Krus hadn't thought of using his race to deceive the Crypt Mother cultists, but he gave up the idea after seeing the surprised expression on the other party's snake's head, even the devil never made a deal with something worthless.

"A question, where is the witch?" asked the fiery sword, pointing at the other, the demon descendant, a little impatient. This is the second purpose of his solo operation, to find the witch hostage who disappeared in the collapse of the wall, and she will be a powerful bargaining chip for the side of the Molten Iron City. Of course, Clarus's question was quickly answered in front of the mime in which the snake-headed men looked at each other. Without looking back to smell the stench on the nezumi, he took a sharp step forward, his sword stabbing forward! Krus, who was in the path of attack, instinctively fell backwards, trying to dodge the blow. The tip of the sword pierced the brown burqa, but it didn't hurt the skin, but before the poor snake-headed man could breathe a sigh of relief, the blade of the sword rolled up with a twist of his wrist, forcing his enemies to do what he wanted. He pulled back hard and brought the other man in front of him, the dagger in his left hand aimed at the snakehead's eyes, the tip of the knife was less than a centimeter away from the pupils!"I'll just ask again, witch, where!" "The voice of Krus sounded like it came from the gloomy abyss to those in front of him, a gift from the bloodline of the Demon Descendant, and in some cases, he could tear apart the hearts of others with fear and force them to tell their secrets.

"I don't know about a witch, but some say the other brothers brought back a strange girl. The cacophony of the serpent's letter was especially severe when its owner was agitated, and it took two seconds for Kalus to understand what the other man was saying. However, the nezumi behind him didn't move as fast as he thought, and the other Radno didn't dare to step forward because of the appearance of the demons, and he still had time. "Where is this man?" the dagger continued to approach his eyeball, and the double oppression of heart-stirring words and fear made the poor priest say their stronghold without the slightest hesitation. "The second intersection in front of you is facing left, then right, and there are steps up in the gap to the left of the wall, and there are steps above!"

Krus smiled with satisfaction, his mouth full of shark-sharp teeth on par with that of the Balsiohead. "Thank you so much. With that, without waiting for the other party's reaction, the Demon Descendant threw his right hand backwards, throwing the enemy who was picked on the sword into the darkness behind him. The thrown Radno smashed into the crowd of rats without any suspense, and before he could even scream, he was drowned by the hungry monster. "Rats or snakes? I'm sorry, but I'm not interested in seeing how this battle goes. Tilting his head easily, the killer with his eyes on fire put away his weapon and made a running motion, he jumped up, his slender tail swaying in the air to assist the balance of his body, Krus glanced at the daggers in the hands of the two snake priests in front of him with disdain, these fanatics didn't know how to fight at all, and the way they held their weapons was wrong.

"As a friendly reminder, it would be a better choice to hold your thumb against the hilt. Especially when your opponent has hair all over his body. The Demonborn whispered as he placed his hands on the shoulders of the two radnor, and then he used it as a fulcrum to lean forward and kick the snake priest in the center of the group, breaking them up. Krus laughed heartily, perhaps by nature, and he couldn't help but laugh when he saw the panicked expressions of the other creatures. The killer who fell to the ground did not stop his movements, he easily dodged the dagger that came to him, and the sharp nails of his hand pressed against the face of the snake-headed man, preventing him from growing his mouth and attacking with his fangs. It's like dancing in the middle of a crowd, dodging deadly attacks with every step and sending his body to safety. "Honestly, you really shouldn't spend too much time on me. ”

The Demon Descendant was right, after eating the first hapless snakehead, the hunger of the nezumi was not satisfied, and these hairy monsters had crept in while Kalus was fighting with the evil god sacrifices. This time, a terrifying scream finally came out of the snake man's throat, and the horror of living to see himself being eaten was difficult for all creatures to accept. That's when the Radnorians finally gave up wasting their energy on Krus, using their bodies and evil abilities to fight the nezumen.

And the deadliest killer has quickly left the battlefield and is moving towards his new goal.