The flames gradually dissipated, and the entire warehouse was burned by the flames and turned into ruins, and the "Gratoni" that had been hiding inside finally revealed its extremely ugly posture - there was no so-called appearance at all, countless large and small sarcomas and muscle tissues piled up indiscriminately, like a pile of rotten and fishy, forcibly piled up vomit like rotten meat, the size of the entire warehouse.

The pustules all over his body burst and burst with yellow-brown pus, and then quickly lost his vitality and slowly evaporated in the flames that had not yet been burned, and it was clear that Gratoni, who had not eaten for a long time, was getting weaker and weaker, and his huge body like rotten sarcoma trembled like a heart.

This is Gratoni, the Hunger Demon - a monster capable of destroying and devouring the entire world, Edward smiled contemptuously and shook his head, no, no, no, this is just a man-made weapon, a very threatening weapon, whether it is alive or not, a weapon is only a weapon after all.

The so-called "Gratoni" is nothing more than a "weapon of extermination" with a wide range and a strong intimidating effect, no different from a plague or poison gas, and it is by no means a demon that humans have imagined that can destroy the world.

Just wait a few more hours, and the monster, which has never been able to replenish its energy, will kill itself without even having to do it yourself.

Edward stared at the ugly-looking and disgusting monster, shook his head expressionlessly, and turned his gaze to the street outside. If one of the silver-haired wizards was right, Cortés should be in a hurry to get here.

Thanks to this monster, not even half a mouse could be found in the surrounding buildings, large and small, - only mountains of corpses were left behind, or they had been devoured by Gratoni, and the lucky ones had either fled early or had joined the mob in storming the council chamber and looting the streets.

"Found you, honorable Mr. Cortez. The black-haired boy whispered to himself, and the figure standing alone on the top of the chimney calmly landed on the eaves, jumping back and forth between the balcony and the roof as if he were strolling leisurely, running, as light as a wild cat, and not dragging mud and water at all.

"Huh?!" The middle-aged swordsman who was running wildly in the dead alley almost instinctively stopped, jumped away to the left, and drew his long sword to block his head—almost at the same time, a black shadow fell rapidly from the roof above the street, and attacked him silently!

"Bell!" the crisp sound of the steel sword striking echoed through the deserted streets, accompanied by the splash of firelight. The impact of the moment directly tore through the tiger's mouth of Cortez's sword-holding hands, and the middle-aged swordsman fell to the ground in despair and rolled twice, before standing up again.

"Alas...... Sure enough, it was the same as expected - unless the other party was bent on death, it was impossible for this high-altitude assassination trick to go undetected. The black-haired boy sighed as if he was worried about something: "If I knew I wouldn't do this kind of thing, I would waste a lot of time in vain." ”

"Get out of the way, or I'll kill you!" Cortez, who was pale, glared fiercely at Edward who was standing there, and he couldn't delay for a minute now: "If you don't want to die, get out of here!"

"You seem to have gotten something wrong, and I'm not here to compete with you. Edward chuckled and shook his head, slowly walking in front of Cortez, "I'm here to kill you. ”

"In Lower Edward Witwood, an attendant of the Knights of the Sacred Tree. The sharp tip of the sword pointed straight at Cortés' face, just like the smile under those eyes, undisguised arrogance: "Even if it's for me, you have to die here tonight!"

"Then you will die for me first!" the roaring Cortez swung the long sword in his hand and slashed at Edward's shoulder mercilessly, with an aura that seemed to tear him to pieces, "You arrogant little cub!"

"I'm skeptical about that. Edward raised his sword unhurriedly and gently swung away Cortez's fierce attack, and his mouth was unforgiving: "Many people have told me so, and then they are all dead!"

The irascible Cortez frantically waved the blade in his hand, constantly forcing Edward to retreat again and again, the rain-like tip of the sword never left the black-haired boy's body, the incomparably rapid impact sound was crisp and pleasant, and the melody was wilder and more powerful than any instrument.

"That's all there is to it? huh...... That's all it takes?" "Did your bastard dad in the tavern teach you, you little bitch!"

As soon as the long sword flipped over, the two steel blades struck together, Edward could almost touch the tip of Cortez's nose, and looked at the filthy mouth under the blue and white eyes and continued to grin: "Or is it your ** mother, she used that job to teach you how to play the sword?!"

"Bang!" Edward slammed on Cortez's boots, broke both of his front teeth with an expressionless punch, and unloaded his sword with a backhand and threw it around the corner of the street. The leader of the Brotherhood was now lying on the ground screaming like a mad wild dog.

"It's not a good habit to slander your opponents, dear Mr. Cortez. Edward's face was indifferent, his body was very depleted after cleaning up Gratoni, and he was in no mood to continue to entangle with this guy: "It's interesting to see you barking, but unfortunately I want to sleep well now." ”

"Why, I was so distressed when I said it?, you little bastard of the Knights!" Cortez, who kept shouting insults, still looked calm, and quietly took out his crossbow with his right hand......

"Poof!" The sharp steel sword stabbed straight downward, pinning Cortez's right hand to the ground, and the sudden pain made the elderly northern swordsman's body tremble suddenly, clenching his teeth and not shouting, but his eyes were bloodshot.

"You're a clever man, and you're very chivalrous—and it so happens that someone has told me this, so you really shouldn't pretend to be so vulgar. Edward, holding the blade, slowly crouched down and stared at Cortez with a blank face: "So I'm sorry - in a different scenario, I probably wouldn't have won so easily." ”

"I—I've heard Kayla talk about you...... You saved her, and you captured her. Cortez stared at Edward, pursing the corners of his mouth to prevent himself from crying out in pain, "Why—for the sake of the reward, my head is worth a lot, isn't it?"

"Your head is valuable, but I'm not doing it for money. Edward shook his head expressionlessly, "Actually, I don't know what I want, so I'm just looking for something that makes me happy." ”

"And I have this hunch that soon after your death I will have a joy that I have never had before, and that I have a goal to pursue—that is important to me, and what is the difference between a man who has nothing to love and a walking dead?"

"So Mr. Cortez. Edward drew his sword and slowly raised it above his head, "Please, please die!"

.................. Under the night sky, Gaio Valence was riding his horse with a solemn expression, galloping wildly on the Turin Avenue that stretched north, following the signs to Pipe Town. He wasn't alone, he was followed by hundreds of elite sergeants of the Knights of the Sacred Tree, who also followed closely behind on their horses, kicking up billowing smoke and dust.

After receiving Edward's news, Gayor Valence did not delay for a second before immediately taking action. He first ordered the two sergeants who had followed Grand Master Mercer Kane to the palace to set off immediately to catch up with Edward, who had already left, and on the other hand, to quickly gather men at the Order's headquarters.

The Grand Master's order was for him to bring fifty sergeants, and Gaio immediately doubled the number, leaving aside the sick on leave, and the men who patrolled the king's territory or garrisoned the palace, and the entire garrison of the Knights' headquarters was almost emptied by him, and he left the north gate of Turin with no secret swagger.

Now that the Marquis of Holard already knows, there is no point in covering up, and Gaio Valence is not prepared to wait until the future to slowly wipe out the remnants of the Blood Banner Brotherhood who have fled in all directions, he wants to kill all these bed bugs in one go!

Just as Gaio was leading the cavalry at a gallop, the two sergeants who had been sent in advance also happened to turn back along the road, looking anxious and a little panicked, rushing to Gaio's horse.

"Report to you, Dear Knight Captain Gaio Valens, we were unable to find Edward—we must have lost it. One of the current sergeants looked at Gaiyo's indifferent expression with great shame: "If you are willing to forgive us......

"It's not important, why did you turn back?" Gaiyo frowned, "Something happened to Pipe Town, right?"

The sergeant nodded silently: "The poor and robbers in the town have rioted, and the Blood Banner Brotherhood - they must have instigated it, hundreds of people are attacking the town's council chamber, and Pipe Town is burning!"

"Your news is timely, brother. Gaiyo patted him on the shoulder: "Follow the group, we'll rush over at once." ”

"However, shouldn't we ask the Grand Master for instructions before ...... such a thing as a town riot?"

"The standard-bearer raises the flag, everyone draws their swords!" Gaio didn't look at him at all, and raised his saber aloft: "Target Pipe Town, long live the black tree flag on a white background!"

"Long live the black tree flag on a white background - !!!"

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