In that endless pitch black space, it was as if everything around it had been reversed.

The sky is at your feet, and the earth hangs overhead.

The witchers were covered in paint, scars all over their bodies, and they fell to the ground in all directions.

Stumps and severed arms were scattered all over the ground, and bright red blood stained the darkness.

Bai Sensen's bones broke open his chest and seemed to be completely turned out.

They have completely lost the ability to fight.

The remaining witchers struggled to lift their heads with their last breath, their eyes red, and they looked up in shock at the extremely large demon beneath the sky.

The stench of bloody filth and rust emanated from all over his body, and red blood slowly dripped from between his claws.

It was as if a layer of crystal red armor was attached to the body, shining in the darkness.

Red iron filings danced wildly in the darkness around it, and storms rolled up like a merciless meat grinder.

The witchers felt it.

That's right, the devil.

The terrifying existence in front of him can only be a demon.

When they saw this alligator-like beast, they could feel their hearts beat rapidly and blood rush to their brains.

The bloodlines of the witchers are completely stimulated.

Their consciousness gradually blurred, and even their sanity passed away like flowing water.

But the end result is .....

In the blink of an eye,

They were all annihilated.

The Heavenly Demon in front of him was definitely not something that a low-level demon hunter like them could handle.

It's so powerful that it makes people feel hopeless.

Many witchers suffered a terrible blow that led to broken legs and feet, twisted backs, and even forced to come back to their senses.

But now, how they wish they were still in a state of rage.

In this way, you may be able to anesthetize yourself in the face of such a terrible monster.

Instead of experiencing the horror of the demons firsthand, trembling all over, despair and sadness.

The witcher was scared of the demon.

What an ironic thing to do.

Suddenly, the sharp voice sounded from the darkness:

"Enough of the fun, Fury."

"It's time for us to take care of something else."

The huge demon tilted its head, and when it heard this, it seemed to sigh.

The surrounding iron filings gradually subsided, and they returned to the demon's crystal-red armor.

The demon dragged his ten-foot-tall body and turned around and walked towards the depths of the pitch-black space, his tail wagging and wagging his tail.

Under the incredulous gaze of the demon hunters, the demon gradually disappeared.

They couldn't imagine it at all.

After facing such a terrifying demon, they were able to survive.

But even if they survived, they left a shame in their career as witchers.

In the face of invincible demons, they are actually timid.

Not only did he not hurt the demon, but he was seriously injured.

Finally.

In the next second the demon disappeared, the space around it gradually distorted.

The sky and earth, which had been turned upside down, began to spin rapidly with the shrinking darkness, and the soft and collapsing walls reappeared and became hard.

By the time all the witchers came to their senses, they had already appeared in the courtyard of the Clavenna Mansion.

They looked at each other in disbelief.

Subconsciously reached out and groped his body, but only then did he find that the injury he had just caused in the dark had actually healed at this time.

Even the severed arm of the stump was reattached, there was no trace of suture, and the bones of the valgus were also retracted.

It's as if the battle just now was a completely false scene.

What the hell is this...... What happened?

Didn't they just fight the demons?

The demon hunters looked up and saw that the huge mansion was brightly lit, and even some of the fires were flickering.

The scene in front of me is completely different from the gloomy house just now.

“…… Dreamland. ”

Someone suddenly sighed, and then the other witchers nodded in full approval.

They had no other explanation than the illusion.

Can...... Silently, they were all dragged into the same illusion.

Can there really be a human who can do it?

And the demon.

They couldn't help but shudder when they thought of the monstrous red body and the crystal red armor that shimmered with death.

Is everything that just happened true or false.....

The demon hunters had just come to their senses, but suddenly, they felt that the sky was instantly covered with shadows.

Looking up, a white cloud slowly drifted in the shadows.

"Hey, miscellaneous fish, it's not a good thing to break into a house."

The voice sounded, and the demon hunters were instantly alerted, and at the same time, they drew their silver-white short blades from their waists.

However, before they could resist any more, the group was completely stunned.

The soil began to roll and gradually tremble.

In the next second, the ground where they were located instantly broke a big hole.

A huge bud opened its mouth from under the trembling ground and stretched out its body to the sky.

Put the witchers in the middle of the flowers.

And they finally got what they wanted, and saw the source of the sound sitting on the clouds.

That's a ...... Genie.

Above her body, an ocean of magical power poured out, pouring down from the entire sky.

It was as if they could be completely submerged in the next second.

And a mage who can possess this kind of magic can only be-

'MP'

Kocot sat on the clouds, his arms folded, and looked up at the witchers.

"I'm not in a good mood right now because I've been asked to compensate her for the damage to her house."

"I don't have any money, so I ......"

She hooked her fingers, and the huge petals began to pull up toward the center.

The demon hunter knew very well that if this continued, they would definitely be completely swallowed by this flower in one go.

But Kokot chuckled, as if coerced, completely intimidating them.

"I'll take you as a debt."

……

The palace was pitch black, with only a few flickering candles lit.

The witcher hid in the darkness, quietly avoiding the guards' gaze, and then quickly navigated through the shadows while they weren't looking.

She entered the palace and walked casually, as if she had returned to her own home.

At night, as the woman thought, there were very few guards in the palace.

She knows.

Because she knows Oberly better than anyone else.

The arrogant Auberly did not need the protection of any escort, so in the palace there were few soldiers on guard at night.

But suddenly, as if sensing some fluctuation in magical power, she quickly looked back.

Staring at the corner of the wall, he whispered:

"Your Excellency has good courage and dares to hide in the palace."

"Aren't you afraid that the emperor will find you?"

The darkness gradually began to surge, like ripples in a pool of stagnant water.

A man's figure gradually emerged from it, and the trench coat on his body swayed slightly.

"With keen observation, he deserves to be one of the strongest seven cadres of the Demon Hunter."

Victor, who appeared in place, bowed gracefully to the witcher.

"I'm Victor Kravenna."

The demon hunter cadre turned around, stared at him, and said slowly:

"I know you, Victor."

"The current member of the Mage Council is much louder than you, the Imperial Earl."

Victor stood up, his face calm, his hands in his pockets, and said indifferently:

"Then, I'll leave it alone for now that you sent someone to search my house."

"I only have one question to ask."

The witcher listened to Victor's words, and his face became a little serious.

"Just ask."

In the darkness, Victor's eyes seemed to flicker as if he looked at her seriously:

"I want to know ......"

"Will the descendants of the witchers become witchers directly?"

“……”

The witcher has a great respect for Victor's strength and status, and she even treats him as an equal to herself.

So she can answer some of Victor's questions.

But she never thought that Victor would ask such a thing.

The witcher was a little speechless, but she replied anyway.

"No, it won't."

"Demon hunters can only be inherited through nurture, and no one is born a witcher."

Victor suddenly smiled with relief, as if he had been puzzled.

"I see......"

"Thank you so much for clearing my mind, Your Majesty."

The witcher was startled, and his pupils under the mask widened.

"You ......"

"Wonder why I knew?"

As the words fell, Victor raised his hand and snapped his fingers.

With the sound of sound, the dark lanterns on the walls of the palace lit up one by one as if they were carrying flames.

The demon hunter cadre couldn't help but raise his hand, blocking out the light.

A head of silver-white hair flickered in the dark night like a galaxy.

In this slightly dazzling light, she saw Victor in a trance, facing the passage of the palace, bowing slightly.

As if realizing something, she froze.

Suddenly, a terrifying momentum gradually descended.

Like a muffled beast, it slowly walked out of the cave.

The air around her seemed to become much more urgent, and she felt a squeeze in her chest.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

One step, two steps, three steps...... It's getting closer.

As if she had been locked on, her muscles were completely stiff and unable to move.

Even if my mind is extremely clear now, I shouldn't continue to stay, but I don't know why, I just can't move away.

Finally, Oberly slowly walked out and stood on the top of the steps.

His cloudy eyes twitched slightly, looking at the woman in front of him.

With that majestic and incomparably majestic voice, it exploded all around:

"Claudia, you always say you know me better than anyone else."

"Have you ever wondered how much I know about you?"