Rainy nights in winter seem to be colder than snow.

At this moment, no one in the slums will come out to hang out.

Except for a few mice that hide in the shadows.

They seemed to smell something, and then rushed to one place.

The sound of the silence sounded, and countless rats converged into a dense stream.

But when they got there, they froze.

Then the rats fell in pieces, their bodies flattened.

In the gloomy air, I could vaguely see a surging red mist wandering and preyding.

A little further down, there is a dimly lit room.

In this room, several bodies lay horizontally or vertically.

They were more or less surrounded by a sweet and seductive smell, and some of their bodies were even stained with bright red blood.

The only person in the room still standing, gently touching their hands to their skin.

Cold to the touch, lost the temperature of life, apparently dead for a long time.

From the point of contact with the fingers, the skin of the body gradually atrophies and spreads throughout the body.

Soon the lying body looked like a dried corpse that had just been fished out of a coffin.

Seeing this, the man didn't stop at all, and went directly to the next corpse.

In a short time, there were several more dried corpses in the same posture in this room.

When he had done this, the man stood up.

Through the dim light of the candle, I could vaguely see the hideous look on the man's face, as well as a little thirsty blood.

Directly in front of him, the walls were stained bright red with blood.

The man took a deep breath, and the sweet smell of the air poured into his lungs.

The smell seems to have a different kind of appeal.

He naturally knew why.

Because it's blood from a warlock.

After being constantly washed by mysterious factors, it has been transformed into an edible material.

If there is no psychological bottom line, this can actually be regarded as a good material.

The higher the level of factors in the body, the better the quality.

So some orders will inhumanely keep warlocks in captivity as pigs.

Fortunately, this kind of thing is forbidden by most kingdoms.

Because it is a group of warlocks who hold the power.

How could they allow others to draw that noble blood from their bodies.

But behind the scenes, no one knows.

However, if you are willing to investigate, you can infer from the large amount of plasma that circulates in the black market every year.

The man did not let go of the blood that filled the air.

A burst of red mist envelops it, which is then quickly absorbed.

Suddenly, the air became clean.

"These...... Is that enough?"

The man muttered to himself, the dim light seemed to be unstable, and the man's figure was constantly swaying on the red wall, like a demon with teeth and claws.

But the answer he got was still not enough, far from enough.

The man looked at the shriveled corpse lying on the ground.

He was the author of this tragedy.

At first, he wanted them to find out where his family was hidden.

But how could an ordinary warlock find the hidden space set up by the witch.

So the middle-aged man had no choice but to change his plan in the end, and the only way to kill these people was to kill them.

He then served as nourishment for the Gospels, just to mend its power and tell his family where it was.

"That's not enough, that's not enough!"

The middle-aged man kept repeating this sentence, and then raised his foot and trampled a dried corpse next to him into powder.

His gaze was cold and frenzied.

The slums should be more than just these wanderers, as long as

Finding them all will surely complete the Gospel.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man walked out the door.

There were already people waiting outside the door.

When they saw the priest come out, they bowed their heads one after another.

"I'm going to hunt the Warlocks."

"Is there anything you can do?"

Facing the cold gaze, they suddenly heard this, and a cold sweat almost broke out on their backs.

"Priest, what you just said...... Hunter Warlock?"

One asked, seeming incredulous.

They followed the priest and knew more or less about the warlock.

So they knew that warlocks were no match for ordinary people.

A single warlock can almost wipe out a team of ten unscathed.

It can be seen that ordinary people are completely powerless to parry in the face of warlocks.

So here's the problem.

How is this going to be fought?

Moreover, the priests still used the word hunting.

Where is this where we hunt warlocks, it should be the other way around that warlocks hunt us.

Is your priest's head a little fainting, should you call a doctor to come and see?

But what he looked up for was an eerie red mist.

This may be the middle-aged man's answer.

Looking at the corpse next to them that had completely dried up in a few seconds, these people's hearts shook a little for a while.

But the next moment, guided by the Gospels, they quickly strengthened their faith.

"Priest, maybe we can find out the range of the warlocks, and then break them down one by one."

「……」

At the suggestion of these people, a crude plan quickly appeared in the middle-aged man.

The first step in the plan was to be secretive and find out where most of the warlocks were.

Then came the swiftness.

Because if the actions of the hunters are discovered by others, then the warlocks will be wary.

I can't say that I will huddle together to deal with myself and others.

But when it came to the next step, they had no clue how to hurt the Warlock.

After all, they are basically ordinary people on their side.

A wry smile formed on the corners of their mouths, the priestess could deal with the warlocks.

But he doesn't have a doppelganger, how can he appear in various places at the same time.

Maybe it's a good idea to draw those warlocks into one place to gather.

But how to implement it is a headache.

They also don't have anything that appeals to each other.

"Priest ......"

These people thought about plans for a long time, but they were all rejected one by one.

In the end, they can only watch each other.

The middle-aged man looked at the group of people, took a deep breath, and was about to say something.

A man suddenly seemed to remember something, and then hurriedly said to him.

"Lord Priest, I have something here, which I heard will work on warlocks."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he turned his gaze.

The man who spoke suddenly felt his scalp tingle and his body sank.

"Where?"

"Please come with me, Lord Priest."

He bowed his head respectfully, and then led the group to his room.

The man carefully took out a long box and opened it.

I saw that the inside was filled with hay all around, and the middle was wrapped in a long strip of silk.

He removed it from the inside and uncovered the silk cloth.

Something with a complex device appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

It has a slender brass tube with finely textured leather accents on the handles, and black iron and copper wood for the body.

And then there is a complex sighting system on it,

It's like multiple telescopes.

Part of the mechanical *** outside, obviously is a decorative effect.

There are also exquisite carvings on the wood, as well as a large number of personalized patterns.

"It's ......"

The middle-aged man, as well as the person behind him, had obviously not seen such a strange but particularly beautiful thing.

"Lord Priest, this is one of my collectibles."

"I bought it from a merchant who told him that it came from a kingdom and that it was something new and good."

"The name of this machine seems to be what he calls a steam rifle."

The man said, then picked up the steam rifle and handed it to the priest to look at.

"What's the use of it?"

The eyes of the middle-aged man scrutinized the steam rifle, and the precision mechanism had a breathtaking beauty.

"I heard from the merchant that this beast can kill a very powerful beast."

"Not even a beast like a black bear can't withstand a launch in front of it."

"Let me cover up for the priest."

As he spoke, he pulled out a sealed jar and pinned it to its side.

He pressed it on another button.

"Puff ......"

Suddenly, a white mist erupted from the exhaust pipe on the side.

These people are no strangers to this, because these white mist can be seen when the steam train stops and starts.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it steam.

Seeing this, the middle-aged man's expression moved, obviously thinking of the steam train.

The man in front of him loaded the projectile into the brass tube and raised the steam rifle.

The first thing he aimed at was a thick wall.

"Bang!

」

In the loud sound, I saw the debris splashing, and a hole the size of a palm suddenly appeared in this wall.

And here the hot white steam came out, and the man was about to ask the priest how powerful he was.

found that he was frowning and thinking, but the crowd behind him looked dumbfounded.

Apparently suppressed by this power.

"Priest ......"

He asked with some trepidation, but the priest did not answer him, but stepped forward quickly, stretched out his hand and gently stroked the still warm hole.

The hole was so deep that the middle-aged man found that he could barely fit half of his arm into it.

If you go a little deeper, you can penetrate this wall completely.

How powerful is this thing?

You must know that this is a wall made of huge stones, and it is needless to say how hard it is.

If this is to be placed on a person......

The middle-aged man thought about that scene for a moment, and looked at the steam rifle, and his eyes suddenly showed a gleam.

If you equip a large area at that time, you will also have the ability to damage ordinary warlocks.

There will be a significant bonus to your hunting actions.

"Is this thing still there?"

"Priest, I only have one ...... now."

"And the merchant said it needed the jar as a driving force."

"But a jar can only shoot four projectiles."

The man with the steam rifle said with some hesitation.

"Four ......"

"That's enough, is that merchant still in the imperial capital?"

The middle-aged man's eyes kept staring at the steam rifle, and the man hurriedly handed it over.

"Yes, yes."

"When the time comes, you ask him how many of these things he has, and I'll ask for them all!"

"Yes, I'll go."

Looking at his distant figure, the middle-aged man touched the steam rifle already

Cool down the brass tubes.

Following the man's movements, he shoved a projectile into the launch port.

Then pull the trigger against the wall.

"Bang!

」

There was another loud bang, and a second crater appeared in the wall in the debris splash.

This is already a deadly threat to low-level warlocks.

The middle-aged man smiled with satisfaction.

However, this kind of weapon alone is naturally not enough, and we still have to think of a way to gather the warlocks.

It's about their families, and they're waiting for them!

He was almost convinced of the Gospels at the moment, and since his family was in the slums, it must be here!

The eyes of middle-aged men are full of coldness, even if it will cost many people their lives.

But for the sake of his family, what does it matter to him how many people died.

……

Another day has passed.

Many watched with disbelief at the slums, which had been quiet all day.

For a moment, they were at a loss for what the Dusk Order was hiding.

Many people want to exterminate the Order with great fanfare.

But the lesson of the last time is still ahead, and they disagree on it, and most of them are a little bit of a mouse-thrower.

After all, this is the imperial capital, not a remote place

So they still chose to hold on.

But the number of people sent to the slums is increasing.

Numerous pieces of information were brought back, and they found that most of the members of the Order of Dusk were scattered throughout the slums, with no sign of gathering at all.

What exactly do they want to do?

……

Suddenly there are more people?

Alyssa stood in the shadow of an eaves, her blue eyes looking at some seemingly ordinary figures.

Most of their movements appear to be well-trained and purposeful.

Although the camouflage seems perfect.

But there is one thing that they clearly can't understand.

That is the spiritual outlook that belongs exclusively to the slum dwellers.

That kind of numbness, almost no illusions about the future, they can't disguise it at all.

So even if these people have plastered their faces and wore tattered clothes.

But in the slums, there is already a serious sense of fragmentation.

Is this the spy of the Empire......

Alyssa took another look, and before she could catch the spies' attention, she walked into the narrow alley.

This time, she was going to the witch's temporary residence and meet the mother and daughter again.

At the same time, the devices that absorb the mood of the slums are studied to a certain extent.

As she was about to reach her destination, Alyssa glanced out of the corner.

An ordinary person is looking at himself as if he is not looking.

If this was a normal line of sight, Alyssa didn't pay much attention to it.

But the emotions she felt in this man betrayed him.

The kind of emotion that seems to be excited, but is strongly suppressed, seems abnormal at all.

Did you deliberately wait for yourself?

Alyssa's gaze lowered slightly, and then she turned into the alley beside her.