At the same moment, in another corner of this burning shadow city, on a small hill near the Lucas family's residence, three figures were standing on the protruding mountain rock looking at the city below with gunsmoke, two of them were tall men, the other was a petite and slightly thin woman, all three were wearing long blue black trench coats, carrying huge and intricately structured battle crossbows on their backs, and the man standing at the front had short gray hair and several shocking scars on his face. With an eyepatch in one eye, he looked grim and looked at the raging fire under the hill without mercy.

Another tall man standing beside him was dark-skinned, bald-headed, and looked a bit like a black descendant from South America, his eyes were slightly closed, as if listening to the news from afar, and then he opened his eyes to look at his leader: "Elder Hasselblad, the attack on the west side has been contained. ”

"West side...... Is it the vampire group called the Hethanna family? The one-eyed dragon man known as Hasselblad the Elder nodded, "Those vampires seem to be a little different from the usual breeds, and seem to be a little tricky?" ”

"They have machine-gun bunkers, tank guns, mines, howitzers, chemical weapons and gas traps, and all of the above have magical effects," the dark-skinned man's face looked strange, "It seems like we're attacking a human fortress instead of fighting vampires, and those light and heavy weapons are cumbersome to deal with, and there are too many of them." And the news from the front line that those vampires can actually resist the divine power, and the holy water and exorcism of the witchers have little effect on them. ”

Hasselblad's face was slightly surprised: "Resist the divine power? I think of a very old elder...... I hope she didn't get involved in this......"

"Who are you referring to?"

"Nothing, don't care." Hasselblad shook his head, "It shouldn't be her." She's not really a vampire, and there's no way she's going to pass on her bloodline power to so many people. In short, intensify the offensive on the western flank. Those vampires may have researched something during their millennia of hiding in the sanctuary, and they can't pass on this work to other aliens. ”

"Is it necessary to destroy the whole city?" The female witcher who had not spoken suddenly spoke, this was a girl who looked only eighteen or nineteen years old, the most striking thing was that she had long hair as white as snow, and even her eyebrows were the same white, she looked at the burning city below with a strange expression on her face, and even mixed with a trace of imperceptible regret, "They haven't come out to hurt anyone for thousands of years." ”

"White Fire, put away your useless pity." Hasselblad glanced at the white-haired girl indifferently but with majesty, "They killed more people thousands of years ago than you can know in your life, and they just couldn't find a chance to make trouble for thousands of years." ”

"I just think it's a shame that this city is ruined like this......" The young witcher named White Fire quickly defended, "and there are at least a few civilians in the city, right?" ”

"When Mohenjo Daro was destroyed, no one interceded on behalf of the civilians of the city, and neither did Knossos - the reason they were destroyed was even because the sacrifices were not fresh enough, or because one of the people in the city did not go to the temple in time to worship on the day of the festival," Hasselblad clasped his hands to his chest and looked indifferently at the fire in the city, "The creatures of this city and their entire race are not worthy of pity. The only regrettable thing that happened here is that they died two or three thousand years late. ”

Hasselblad's rebuke made Bai Huo lower his head and not dare to speak, and the dark-skinned man next to him silently glanced at the young disciple: "Bai Huo, you are the most talented demon hunter of all time, but your only flaw is this inexplicable compassion. Perhaps nature has a balancing law that comes at the price of your talent with this useless compassion - and you should always be vigilant about this, and do not let this strange state of mind affect your future. ”

Bai Huo bowed deeply: "Yes." Keep in mind your teachings, Master Tutanin. ”

Hasselblad listened to his long-time assistant educate the gifted but problematic "prodigy". His brow furrowed slightly. He knew that there were not many "new generations" like Bai Huo who were curious about aliens and even had doubts about the mission of the witchers. It's just that this girl is too good, so she is too prominent. The saints noticed this a hundred years ago and conducted a secret count, and found that almost forty or fifty percent of the witchers who passed down to a certain generation had this kind of wavering faith, from the original witchers to the new witchers who had problems, about seven to eight generations. This phenomenon is so intensively present in a specific generation or two, and on a global scale, that it is clear that it can no longer be explained by educational malpractice or environmental factors, and the cause is not external, but internal.

Maybe there's something wrong in the bloodline.

Or perhaps as the heretic who was executed last month put it - that some deviation in the bloodline is about to be corrected.

Hasselblad shook his head, no longer thinking about the things that terrified him vaguely, he had lived too long, something was so ingrained in him that he didn't want to believe, or even assume the possibility of it collapsing. But he also wanted to test some of his suspicions, so he took a huge risk and vouched for his authority as an "elder" to make a deal with the evil aliens in the city, to see if a similar situation was happening among the new generation of aliens, but he was sad, and perhaps relieved, to find that at least the Shadow Fiend had not changed: the latest generation of Shadow Fiends were still as greedy and cunning as their ancestors, and were unusually cruel and indifferent to anything outside of their own kind.

The bloodline of the witchers is indeed fundamentally different from that of the aliens, and even if the new generation of witchers begins to have some strange problems, it at least proves the purity of the bloodline of the witchers.

As one of the oldest witchers, Hasselblad preferred to interpret the whole thing in this way, and when the sinful city was burned down and the artifact was retrieved, the absurd farce and the ridiculous "verification" should be over.

"Elder," the man known as Master Tutain suddenly interrupted Hasselblad's musings, "Do you think that Shadow Demon has the slightest sincerity?" ”

"No," Hasselblad shook his head indifferently, "they are not sincere, but they are at least valuable, and valuable things should be used as much as possible, this is the experience we brought from the most difficult times, sometimes ......"

A hoarse female voice suddenly came from the side and interrupted Hasselblad's words: "Value...... Ha, you're going to be worthless anytime soon...... anyway"

Before he could finish speaking, a scorching curtain of light appeared out of thin air, followed by a huge mace that swooped out of the light curtain with a devastating force and smashed straight into Hasselblad's head!

"Boom-"

A burst of impact that made the entire hill almost collapse erupted, the entire mountain was shrouded in scorching light curtains and billowing smoke, under the light curtain like the glow of the setting sun, the mountain rocks began to melt, the plants instantly dried up, and even the mud and sand turned into a thick liquid and slowly flowed down, and the figures of the three witchers instantly appeared high in the sky, and their bodies shone with a layer of white light shields, which finally offset the power of the scorching sun. Bai Huo's face was shocked, and Hasselblad frowned as he looked at the female figure that gradually appeared in the billowing smoke: "...... Hesperius ...... I've long suspected that you're still alive. ”

"But you'll live to this day!"

An earth-shattering battle ensued, and White Fire and Tutin tried to go up to their boss to deal with the mad woman who had suddenly appeared, but they were soon entangled by the Ancients who rushed out from other directions to sneak up on her.

After the end of the Age of Mythology, the confrontation between the ancient "gods" and the demon hunters began again in this situation.

At the same time, Hao Ren and Heathera came to a wonderful place.

Theoretically, this place should still be the remnant of the other dimension, but the energy storm in the space has subsided, and the structure and scenery of the entire space have also changed drastically.

It seems that Bethhemoth escaped here and activated something in the ruins, or maybe the entrance under the Shadow Demon Castle led to a deeper level of the ruins, but in short, it was not the endless sea of clouds and the temple floating in the clouds that appeared in front of everyone, but ......

A desert.

Lily squatted on the sand dunes and looked up to the sky and shouted, "Wow, where are you going!" (To be continued......)