Late at night, on the bell tower of the church, a cold wind poured in from the window.

Lothar leaned against the window, her black cloak blown high by the wind, revealing the dragon's head emblem embroidered with gold thread.

He looked down at the men who were walking slowly around him by taking advantage of the night, turning back three times in one step.

Sneaky, it does seem to be suspicious.

"Your Excellency, you are right, his target is indeed the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre."

Anahad's face was solemn, and he continued: "This time, we must not let him run away again, we will do it immediately!" ”

"Well, okay, but you'll have to go first."

Anahad was stunned and wondered, "Just me?" ”

Lothar nodded: "Didn't you say he wasn't your opponent?" Let me see what you witchers are capable of, too. ”

With his always cautious nature, when he is not aware of the enemy's strength, he is rarely willing to go directly to the head and recklessly.

In case this witcher actually accommodates the Abyss Demon, he is likely to suffer heavily in the absence of Jeanne.

At the very least, there has to be a buffer.

Anyway, he didn't have much to do with Anahad.

Anahad was stunned and nodded, "If he wants to escape, you must stop him, and kill him as quickly as possible, because if he falls into a desperate situation, he may release the demon." ”

Lothar nodded, "Don't worry, he won't have this chance." ”

The four of them left the top of the tower and sped downward.

Halfway.

Lothar saw that the friars on duty at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, hearing the movement, were hurriedly picking up their cloaks and covering up something.

Look at the corner where the cloak was not covered, there was clearly a Gwent card based on him scattered around.

Lothar frowned, Archbishop William really didn't take his advice to heart.

The monks who kept vigil in the tower, instead of being vigilant, were playing cards and deserting.

He didn't know whether to be angry or emotional.

In the Holy Land, GWENT's influence is rapidly rising, and with the penchant of sailors who have lost their salaries in taverns, it has spread back to the Continent, the Eastern Empire, and Ayyubid.

Even the highly exclusive Armenian and Caucasian mountain peoples began to come into contact with this interesting form of entertainment.

If you can't afford to buy a deck, it's a great entertainment to be in a bustling pub with a beer in hand.

"Go and ring the bell, the thieves have come to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, and put the clergy and knights of the church on guard."

Lothar commanded the nervous-looking monks, and continued to follow Anahad downward.

…

In front of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre.

The hooded man, who was quietly approaching the wall with his head down, popped out sharp claws with both hands, piercing the wall as easily as cutting cheese.

Just as he was about to climb up, the man suddenly froze.

"Hannah, stop."

The hooded man turned his head to reveal a somewhat youthful appearance.

"Anahad!"

His face turned gloomy: "It's all now, do you still want to stop me?" ”

"You should know what I'm for? The power of a mere werewolf is not enough to take revenge on me—that's our family's blood debt! ”

"Stop it, Hannah, give up this crazy idea, and return to the school with me—the witcher, it's impossible to deal with all the monsters, give up revenge."

Anahad said in a deep voice: "I just feel a little overwhelmed by just accommodating a mid-level vampire, you are simply crazy to try to incorporate an Abyss Lord into your body!" ”

Hanna sneered, "So Anahad, how did this Abyss Lord end up being sealed in a box by our seniors?" ”

Anahad was slightly stunned.

Hanna sneered, "If the ancestor witcher can gain such power, so can I. You, and those old antiques in the school, simply underestimated the upper limit of the witcher, in order to survive for a few more years, resting on your laurels, stubbornly sticking to the old, where is the enterprising spirit of your ancestors? ”

The corners of Anahad's mouth stretched out two white fangs, and the thick blood qi spread: "Hannah, you have lost yourself in order to gain power. ”

"Huh."

On Hannah's face, the black fur grew wildly, and the bones and muscles creaked and crunched.

"Anahad, I appreciate the care you have taken care of me, but no one can stand in my way. Only the power of the Abyss Lord can deal with another Abyss Lord! ”

Hannah's snout stretched forward, his eyes turning into the brown pupils of a beast, glowing a terrifying green glow in the darkness.

"Die, Anahad, and I'll kill myself to apologize to you when I'm done with my revenge."

Hannah let out a low, suppressed roar as his legs slammed against the wall, his body ricocheting at Anahad like a cannonball.

The blood on Anahad's body fluttered, the last trace of blood on his face had disappeared, and a pair of fleshy wings that exuded the smell of decay broke through the linen shirt on his body and stretched out.

The sharp claws stretched out, and his body became even more muscular, and in terms of size, it was not inferior to the werewolf Hannah on the other side.

Bang!

The two collided together, and began hand-to-hand combat like two fierce beasts.

At the same time, the bell of the Church of the Holy Sepulchre rang suddenly, and the whole of Jerusalem was awakened by it.

…

Frigila teased, "Tsk, the vampires of this world are really savage. ”

Lothar, who was watching the battle, said with a serious expression: "What do you think of this demon hunter?" ”

Whether it's agility or reflexes, these two witchers are above him.

Although his mental power was able to capture the opponent's movements, his body could not keep up.

If the hole cards are exhausted, he will probably only be able to deal with one of them without using the holy spear.

From this point of view, Frigila and Prajna should also be in a crushing situation against these two witchers.

Lothar relieved slightly.

As long as this witcher named Hannah doesn't release the Abyss Lord from the seal with the intention of ending up together, he can handle this situation completely.

Fringira rarely showed a look of great interest: "Interesting! After liberating the power of demons, they are almost no different from real monsters, but they usually look like normal people. ”

"It's definitely worth a new project for me - my lord, let's take this Anahad back and dissect it?"

Lothar said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, this Anahad didn't offend me, and he is not a villain, how can he dissect people for no reason." ”

Prajna shook his head and said: "Although they usually look like normal people, in fact, they just look, their core has been seriously eroded, the more often they use the power of monsters, the more this erosion will spread, and sooner or later their bodies will become very monsters." ”

Lothar frowned: "Being able to preserve sanity for a long time under the premise of using demonic power is already commendable. ”

"Indeed."

Prajna agreed, "Your Excellency, you can ask Anahad for this secret technique of strengthening mental power after the battle. ”

Lothar nodded, "I'll remember." ”

The Demon Hunter's ability, if he can isolate the influence of the Dragonborn bloodline on him, he doesn't need to add attribute points to his spiritual power every time he upgrades.

The battle was fierce, the ground cracked, and the earth and rocks were flying.

The movement soon attracted a group of well-armored city guards.

"Who?"