The hunters swarmed up, and the various weapons hidden behind them were instantly drawn!

Frightened to the extreme, Luthor immediately recovered from the sharp pain in his right hand, took a shadow walk, flashed to the flat roof of the house, and then kicked hard, stomped on the hunters' shoulders and ran towards the hospital.

He was extremely fast, and as one of the few hunters who had been strengthened to the second order at a gallop, he could almost match the running speed of a war horse. But the hunters are also experienced, and they reached out to catch it, but although they missed, suddenly two round iron claws flew out with the chains in tow!

Luthor was startled, and when he heard the sound of the chains, he ran away like crazy. But the two iron claws were faster, one biting Luthor's right shoulder, and the other struck at his left hand.

"Centurion, catch him!" the hunters looked at the fleeing Luther, brandishing their blades.

The centurion was in the crowd, his hands wrapped in iron chains, and he flicked his two iron claws back fiercely. Luther let out a terrible cry of pain, a large patch of flesh was ripped off his right shoulder, and his arm was about to break. Although the left hand was not clamped, three fingers were torn off.

Luthor was in pain and almost fainted, but he didn't stop at all, and he endured the severe pain and rushed towards the backyard of the hospital. The hunter shouted, "He's running to the shallows!"

Using blood magic, Yugshia filled six blood bullets, raised the Black Rose revolver in her left hand to aim, and fired one shot at a time. She was wounded, her mid-range accuracy dropped, and four of the six rounds flew but still hit Luthor's left leg and back.

The centurion immediately ordered: "Chase!"

Yugshia also ordered: "Leave it to Lorne at the end." ”

"Understood, Your Highness. The centurion replied.

Lorne rushed at Erin with a long knife and was about to reassure her, but she grabbed her.

Erin finally couldn't hold back her sobs and didn't speak. There was a faint scent of flowers on her body, with the smell of cold sweat soaking her clothes, and her hair was a little messy.

Lorne only felt his heart beat faster, and he didn't know where to put his left hand, so he had to put it on her shoulder, patted her and whispered, "Don't be afraid, it's okay, it's okay." ”

"You...... Go for it. Erin murmured.

Lorne bit his lip and clenched the long knife in his right hand as he parted ways with Erin. He swore to kill Luthor with his own hands, because that traitor had hurt Erin!

"Wait until I'll get back!" Lorne turned around and rushed to the backyard with the hunters, leaving Yugoshia to take care of Erin.

In the no-man's land behind the hospital, Luthor ran like mad. Under the adrenaline stimulation, the pain was slightly reduced, but the left leg was shot, and even if he wanted to run fast, he physiologically did not allow it.

The pointed bullet made of blood magic pierced his calf from the side, destroying the muscle structure, and he ran as hard as he could, not realizing that he was getting slower and slower. His right arm was badly wounded and crumbling, and Luthor was on the verge of fainting.

Behind him there was a roar, and the hunters chased and beat fiercely, and the black was overwhelming. Luthor reluctantly used his shadow steps to dodge the collapsed stone wall, barely standing among the rubble, and with his mutilated left hand and barely powerless right hand, he tried to pull out the candle, and it took several attempts to get the candle out, but it was scattered all over the ground.

"...... Damn it...... Hurry up!" Luthor was already going crazy, the weight of the mountain taking him breathlessly. He knew it was his last chance.

His right hand was almost useless, and he gritted his teeth and used the ring finger and little finger of his left hand to set the first candle, but it took too much time. The shouts of the hunters were approaching, and the sound of heavy, chaotic footsteps was close at hand.

Luthor gave up, surrounded by fear and despair. The tin in his trench coat fell to the ground, and the demonic blood spilled over, and he endured the sharp pain of tearing his body to the edge of the shoal, and in the next second, the hunters jumped off the stone wall, forcing him to a dead end.

Lorne stepped forward with a long knife, and his muscles jumped. He took one step at a time, and the anger in his heart was difficult to suppress. Looking at Luthor, who had once been a companion, that face had become so disgusting.

If you just stole blood, I probably wouldn't hate you that much. But if you move someone you should never do, I will cut off your head with my own hands.

Lorne silently recited these words in his heart, like a dark king, approaching with a long knife in the cold light. Behind him were the black-clad crowd, as if they were the king's attendants, waiting for the traitor's head to hit the ground and let out a revelry cry.

The hunters had a great deal of respect for Lorne after the Spider War. Although Lorne has a dark bloodline, in this collapsed world, pure and dazzling light will not come, and only heroes who can save humanity can crawl out of the darkness.

So it was up to Lorne to execute, and no one objected. They waited, looking at the back of the dark savior with a long knife in his hand, waiting for the moment when the cold light flashed!

"Luther Schaller. Lorne grinded his teeth fiercely, and his deep voice seemed to change as if he had changed a person, "You will die today." ”

Luther's lips trembled, and he forced a pleading smile, "Lorne...... Lorne, we're companions, aren't we?"

Lorne shook his head, but said no more.

Luthor knew he had no room to maneuver. He suddenly let out a fierce shout, and decided to fight to the death, and the mutilated hand reflected a bright blood ring, and three blood fireballs flew out!

Lorne's eyes lit up as he lowered his body and dodged the two fireballs that rushed straight ahead, swinging his long knife and smashing the third fireball into a bloody froth.

With the last of his strength, Luthor made a shadow step and dodged to the right, trying to drag his badly wounded body to escape. The hunters had expected him to escape, and a spear and a hatchet flew at him and slammed into the shallows in front of Luther, cutting off his retreat.

Luthor was desperate, his adrenaline receding, and he was about to faint in severe pain. He reflexively and was about to attack again, but Lorne was already in front of him, kicking him to the ground, tearing his right arm off and splashing blood.

Luther's cries of pain were hoarse, and everything in front of him became blurred. But until this time, he still had no remorse, and muttered in a low voice: "Brother...... Help me......"

A trace of unbearability flashed in the centurion's eyes: "Until now, are you still unwilling to repent?"

Luthor was silent for a moment, then suddenly smiled, vomited blood, and said, "You guys...... All are going to die. One, all, run, no, drop. ”

Lorne trampled him under his feet and took a deep breath. He thought of Bawin, the demonized body of the Tuk warrior who had been cut in half by himself. It was a companion, but it ended up with the most tragic fate.

So what is there to hesitate in the face of traitors?

With the long knife raised in his hand, Lorne paused as he looked at the back of Luther's neck.

In the next second, the cold light flashed, intertwined with the brilliance of the silver moon. The knife fell, and the blood gushed.

No one spoke, but his heart sank.

Lorne grabbed the corpse's long blond hair, lifted it, faced the crowd, and whispered, "Except for betrayal...... Everything can be forgiven. ”

That night, the boy ceased to exist and was replaced by a dark executioner.

Lorne Green.