The battle in the city seems to be over.

A group of people ran out of the underground passage of the Shadow Demon Castle, climbed to the last remaining ruined tower of the castle and looked in the direction of the city, and now they can still see the thick smoke billowing from the streets, the smell of blood and the smoke of war has not yet dissipated, but the shouts of killing have calmed down, the spatial passages opened by the witchers, and the pillars of light left by the large-scale spells they guided when they tried to destroy the city have disappeared, and from far away, you can only faintly see some people cleaning the battlefield on the streets, There are also heavily armed and hurried City Watch guards patrolling the neighborhoods.

Heatherian hurriedly turned on the walkie-talkie: "Duncan! How's it going? ”

"Mistress? Mistress are you alright?! A surprised voice came from the other end of the intercom, "Great, we just heard that you went after Bethhemoth......"

Hethanna looked up to the sky and snorted: "Nonsense, can this girl be wrong when she goes out in person?" Anyway, the witcher has retired? ”

"Yes, yes," Duncan replied hastily, "the witcher has just retreated...... It may be that they found that there were too many City Watch and the Ancients, and they were afraid that they would have too much battle damage after losing the raid advantage, so the hometown is fine...... There were some casualties, but not bad. ”

Hethanna explained a few words to her subordinates, and had a general understanding of the situation when the witcher retreated, and hung up the communication to make an inexplicable expression to the people around her. Vivien turned her head and grabbed a small bat and smashed it at Bethhemoth's head, "Say, what the hell is the witcher's idea?" Don't say you don't know! ”

Hao Ren covered his face and looked at the little bat that was thrown out by Vivien, and he suddenly felt that there seemed to be something wrong with this girl's use of her bat...... However, he turned his head to look at the number jù terminal on his shoulder, and he felt that there seemed to be nothing wrong with this method of use.

Anyway, the two seem to be gradually synchronized in some habit.

Bethhemoth's face was ashen. The successive blows made him feel exhausted, and at this time he didn't say anything hard. He didn't do anything, but sighed weakly: "Ahem...... They found that the signal of the Origin Hallows was gone. Of course, they withdrew, after all, they were coming for the Hallows. ”

"They're here for the Origin Hallows?" Hao Ren raised his eyebrows, he really hadn't thought about this before, "You told the Demon Hunter the news of the Hallows?" Would you rather sue them than the rest of the city? Do you have a hole in your brain? ”

Bethhemoth's eyes were red, but he just snorted coldly and didn't say much, but Hao Ren had already figured out what this seemingly harmless but crazy old guy had in mind at the beginning: he didn't even think to share the secret of the Origin Hallows with anyone, whether it was the witcher or his alien "compatriots", they were just props that he took out to consume each other. He leaked the news to the witchers, who agreed to open the gates of the sanctuary at some point. In order to snatch the keys to the door of the two vampire families, the city would be thrown into chaos, leaving Hethanna and the Lucas family unattended, and he even made up his mind to burn the city to the ground in order to delay the time, as he had no intention of staying here in the first place.

Bethhemos plans to return to the dream plane through the Guò Origin Hallows, and by that time the flood on Earth will be none of his business.

Truth be told, if you change the script and a cunning guy like him, you'll succeed, but who makes the real world never follow the script - who knew that ancient artifacts also need manuals! Moreover, Bethhemoth also confused the functions of the Origin Hallows......

But thinking of this, Hao Ren suddenly touched his chin and muttered: "Maybe there really is a 'Origin Hallows' that can open the door, and the alien more than 10,000 years ago was sent by that thing...... Thymermoss was just unlucky and conceded his mistake. ”

Lily's ears pricked up: "What did you say, landlord?" ”

Hao Ren pinched Lily's pointed ears: "I said that your ears are really sorry for your bloodline!" ”

Leaving this sentence behind, he ignored Lily's protest and walked forward, leaving Lily behind her blushing face and touching her ears and shouting, "I just didn't pay attention!" What the hell did you just say, landlord? What the hell did you just say......"

The witchers have retreated, though. But this ancient sanctuary is in ruins, with hundreds, if not thousands, of castles and palaces squeaking in smoke, the sumptuous bungalows of the blood clans being blown to rubble, and the reliefs and stone statues lining the streets staggering to the ground. The streets of the city are littered with potholes, and the blood that has not yet dried up is accumulated in these potholes, and in some areas it is even difficult to move an inch. The blood was tinged black and red. There is even a strange brilliance mixed with other colors, which come from all races. Vampires, werewolves. Half-demons, and of course demon hunters - eerie pools of blood, disgustingly bloody, and the crumbling city and corpses all combine to make this a strange hellscape.

Probably this is the cycle of cause and effect, whether it is retribution or irony, it is always a cycle, thousands of years ago human beings lived in their cities with trepidation, just because of the whim of a certain alien "god" will suffer a catastrophe, and thousands of years later, these alien "gods" tremble and live in a shelter in the shadows, and also because of the ambition of a mad old man. The ancients guarding the city looked at the ruined Qiē in front of them, did the near-total destruction of the shelter and the corpses everywhere remind them of the same burning human city-states thousands of years ago?

No one can tell, no one wants to say clearly.

Hao Ren sighed a little, and now he can more and more understand what kind of deep meaning is contained in some of the words that Raven 12345 said to him: as a censor, you must have the position of a censor, you can have your own ideas in some personal actions, stand with certain forces or certain races, but in the face of the overall situation, the censor must be separated from any force. You can't allow yourself to get caught up in one side, because the deeper you get into it, the more awkward you will be.

The nature of the Censor's task dictates that they always have to look at the big picture, to pay attention to the past and the present of a race, and in a long history, in the eyes of an onlooker, the vast majority of races have not always been lovable, nor have they always been hateful.

Hao Ren shook his head and continued to walk towards the Heatherian family residence. This group of people received a lot of surprised gaze on the road, the main reason was that there was a five or six meter-tall lava demon who followed in small steps at the back of this team......

Hao Ren turned his head to look at Yizax, and saw that the giant demon was tiptoeing to the back of the group with small broken steps, and the big foot girl stepped on the ground like a drum: "Aren't you tired of walking like this?" ”

Izax smiled, his voice rumbling: "I'm afraid to step on you when I take a step, and I'm afraid I won't be able to control this guy when I turn back into a human form—don't look at him as honest on the surface, but in fact the movement has been quite small." ”

Bethmoss was shocked: "How do you know I'm on capacity?!" ”

Itzhax laughed: "I've killed sixteen brave people and twenty-eight pure-blood demons who are a circle older than you under this armpit!" I know you're struggling with your first rib fork when you catch your breath, and I advise you to be honest or I'll teach you another lesson......"

Hao Ren sweated on his forehead, and for the first time he knew that Yitzhax actually had a bad habit of killing people with his armpits in battle, how aggrieved was this death under his hands?

Nangong May changed back into her human form early, because she was very reluctant to let her beautiful belly scales rub against the blood stains flowing on the street, many of the corpses on the street had been carried away by their respective families, but the blood stains still remained, the Siren girl frowned and couldn't help muttering: "It's miserable......"

Hethanna also frowned, sniffed hard and smacked her lips: "What a waste of ......"

Hao Ren: "......?" ”

"That's a lot...... Hethiana saw that no one was paying attention to her, so she spoke out again to get Vivien's attention, and she quietly rubbed her small steps towards a blood-filled pit next to her, "What a waste, what a waste......

Vivien glared at her, "No! At least you give me a little more reserve at this time! ”

Hethanna cried with a sad face: "That...... I'm always okay with a straw, right? ”

Vivien slapped her on the head: "I'll make you reserved!" ”

Hethanna lowered her head: "I'm just curious about what the blood of the witchers tastes like......"

Hao Ren finally understood what was going on, he looked at Heather Anna with a shocked expression, and Vivien smiled at him helplessly: "Got it, right?" That's the cultural difference. ”

Hao Ren nodded vigorously! (To be continued......)