In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 119 The figure in the cellar, a perfect night
"clatter--"

In the darkness, there was the crisp sound of shoes hitting the ground.

"Da da--"

The man carried an oil lamp, and walked in the darkness, with non-stop footsteps. At the same time, the clear light from the lantern in his hand dispelled the darkness.

The environment illuminated by lanterns has an eerie atmosphere that sends chills down your spine.

This place seems to be the depths of a mansion, with spiral-shaped downward stairs, surprisingly long, mottled stone bricks piled up, dust highlighting scattered scratch marks.

"Ugh-"

A gust of wind poured into the spiral corridor.

The darkness underground is like an abyss unimaginable to others.

"Da da da--"

The man's back was straight.

The hand holding the lantern was raised in front of him, and the other hand was placed behind his waist like a nobleman.

"Wake up, wake up."

"God's blood is on top, give me such a wonderful taste."

"God's blood is on top, so that the mortal body can embark on the evolutionary stage of dedicating itself to the envoy of the gods."

"God's blood is on top, so that the god-hating and cursed alien species will bear the shadow of sorrow."

The light gradually spreads forward.

The man's voice didn't stop.

Until this moment, the orange light illuminated everything in the space.

Such as the cellar deep in the castle, the bottom of the spiral staircase.

Particles of light and light flow in the space, and dust and dust can flicker and float under the light.

A wooden door that is not locked, will not be locked, and does not need to be locked stands in front of the man.

On the door is recorded the ancient curse of some evil and superstitious esoteric religion, which seems to be an ancient time beyond the secret script carved by blood.

Even, maybe it is a foreign country, no, it is the broken words that can only be precipitated in the mythical and illusory temples of ancient countries.

Ordinary people can't understand at all, it's hard to judge, and they don't dare to guess what kind of rituals such evil engravings are used in.

But, that must be vicious enough.

"clatter--"

"squeak!"

The man stretched out his hand on his back and gently pushed the door open.

The door of the cellar flooded with three-foot lights.

Coming to the table he prepared with ease, the man gently placed the lamp on the table.

"squeak--"

He pulled out the chair and sat down slowly.

then.

The man was motionless.

His eyes were empty for an instant, his arms rested on the table, his fists rested on his chin, as if he fell into an inextricable contemplation in an instant.

A deathly silence fell in the cellar.

Light can dispel darkness, but in those corners that smell of filth and filth:
Scattered skeletons, the heads of black, furry creatures with eye sockets poking out, are still moving hysterically.

The sacrificial utensils stained with mottled blood, recorded some esoteric steles that were superstitious about blood.

as well as.

Standing in the corner, in the seemingly dark environment.

It's like a sculpture is covered with a shroud.

The hideous and deformed outline was vaguely outlined by the cloth.

Only, seven or eight pieces?Who can see clearly?
Countless cloudy eyes stared quietly at the man's back in the dark, continuously emitting a misty and fierce light without blinking.

"Who is he? Who is he?"

The man sitting at the table still had blurred eyes, but at this moment he murmured.

"Like a monster."

"Here, here is the kingdom of heaven, the paradise that God bestows upon us."

"Why, why would a foreigner break into this place?"

Finally, there was some panic in the man's voice.

"God!"

"My God, I have never neglected to question the will you entrusted to me."

"Soon! It will be over soon!"

"."

"That man. Don't you need to care?"

"."

"By God."

"By God."

The monster in the fog appeared in an unimaginable way.

Before they descended on the streets of the city, the area where they were about to appear suddenly thickened with fog.

Then, like a dark cloud in a hurricane, under the intervention of a mysterious force, it began to vortex.

Finally, gray mist enveloped the monster.

Thick gray tangles and rolls around their bodies like cloth.

Until it is taken to nowhere.

The monster came like this.

Is this the trick of a witch?

"laugh!!!"

Black blood, sprinkled to the sky.

"Boom!"

A huge, heavy deformed head crashed to the ground, and the neck of the monster's huge body was like a small fountain.

The blood of the black blood is almost continuous into a column of blood, spreading straight to the sky.

"boom!"

Ryan flicked the knife.

Under the nourishment of fresh blood, the living beings are full of vitality, and in the dense environment with extremely poor visibility, they emit a dazzling cold light.

It's like a cloud of blue will-o'-the-wisp burning on the blade.

The blood is scorched clean.

With the knife in his hand, Ryan turned around.

On the street behind him, the assembled armored sergeants had become a puzzling procession.

They held the spears tightly in their hands, and their eyes looked in the same direction surprisingly.

Each of them is very strong, their steps are vigorous and well-trained, and the spears in their hands drink the blood of monsters every night.

But tonight.

It hasn't opened yet.

They could only vaguely see a figure floating towards them, and then with the cold light cutting through the mist, the monster they were aiming at was decapitated in an instant.

The bloody spread instantly.

At last.

"boom!"

Just like the one in front of you, the small building-like body collapsed, hit the ground, and fell into the pool of blood formed by the spread of black blood.

There was a dull roar, and brilliant blood splashed.

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The silver armor sergeant covered his face with his helmet, so he couldn't see his expression at all.

Under the perverted training and fighting with monsters physically and mentally, they trembled involuntarily as they approached steel.

This is the reaction shown by the shock of the soul and flesh.

The stranger in front of him.

With almost crazy violence, he responded to everyone's inner doubts.

The monsters that make the city miserable and the defenders helpless are like harvested weeds under the hunter's knife.

They pretty much just hold on.

Then, within ten seconds, the hunter who had been cut from the east end of the city to the west end could be seen floating in front of him, and after ending the trouble with a single blow, he rushed to the next place where the witch was haunting.

what is this
"Soldiers, where is your duty reflected?"

Ryan had a strange expression on his face. He glanced at the silent, sculpture-like strong men behind him, and couldn't help but speak.

What the hell are you looking at me for?
Still not going on patrol? !

What if the monster reappears?
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"Mr. Winster."

In the end, it was still the familiar Captain Lambo who took a step forward.

He took a deep breath.

"It's almost dawn."

"The bell is about to ring."

"That's it." Ryan lowered his hand lightly, and in an instant, the butcher knife retracted into his forearm with the fragments of the blade wrapped around it.

"This means that these monsters will no longer appear."

"The hunting at night has temporarily come to an end."

"is it?"

Captain Lambo nodded silently.

Hunt
There was a huge wave in his heart.

This is a goal they all dream of achieving, "hunting monsters" rather than "trying their best to protect them but still allowing monsters to take advantage of them."

Ryan looked around.

Suddenly, he felt a little strange.

But I can't figure out where the strangeness is.

In the end, I can only sigh with a little Versailles.

"The hunting time is always short—"

He looked at the soldiers standing on the street like wooden stakes.

Ryan asked curiously.

"What are you going to do with these corpses?"

"We have a special department responsible for the aftermath, including moving the corpses with a cart and incinerating them in a centralized manner."

A slightly younger male voice who was shorter among the group of people responded.

"Where are the ashes, or the remains after burning, placed?"

Ryan frowned.

"Mass Burial Mound."

"It's a small plain, but now there are bulging graves everywhere, ugly, and a large cemetery with extraordinarily bright flowers."

The young man responded.

"squeak--"

Suddenly, there was the sound of wheels rubbing in the gray fog.

Ryan turned his head.

The fluorescent light dispelled the gray fog, and a group of troops came aggressively. Their goal was the corpse of this monster.

"."

"Thank you very much, Mr. Winster!"

Suddenly, Ryan heard an excited voice.

From the young man.

His voice was almost out of control, and he took a step forward, holding the spear tightly in his palm.

Lane felt his pain.

Among them, there are many complicated meanings mixed in.

More, still sad.

Ryan glanced at him, then looked at a large number of people in front of him, and he could more or less understand what kind of feelings these people had.

He did not respond.

Stretched lazily.

He changed the subject and asked casually: "Last night, there should be no casualties, right?"

"Still checking."

"But I think, under your intervention, there were no casualties."

Captain Langbo said in a deep voice.

"So."

"What about the night before yesterday?" Ryan narrowed his eyes.

"Some civilians were arrested"

"Witch trial, how many days will it be held?"

"In the beginning, it was almost once a day, but now the situation has improved, so it has become every two to three days."

Someone responded quickly.

"It was held during the day the day before yesterday."

"Not yesterday."

"That is to say, the monster from the night before yesterday has not been identified yet, right?"

Ryan said lightly.

"This means that today, another trial will be held."

The hunter raised his head slowly.

He looks at the sky.

It seems that the thick gray fog has become thinner.

"Boom!"

Suddenly, a vast and long bell swept across the city.

In front of everyone's eyes, the gray mist began to "retract" at a frightening speed, as if it had been magically cast back in time.

"I hope."

"This is the last witch trial."

Ryan looked at a ray of fire lit in the distant sky, and murmured involuntarily.

"."

The soldiers turned their heads in unison, looking at the distant sky.

It symbolizes the light of the second day and the end of the bloody night.

In the past, the bell and the sunrise represented the end of a night of life and death fighting with monsters, and they had to drag their tired bodies and make a little rest.

Some people can relax, while some people still enjoy a bloody farce.

Back then, light did not mean liberation.

But today.

It seems a little different.

"Mr. Winster, please."

The gendarmes nodded and bowed, smiling.

Walking in the monastery, Ryan glanced at the humble soldiers in front of him, with a bright smile on his face.

"Healed?"

he asked with a smile.

"What a coincidence."

Suddenly, the gendarmerie's body trembled.

Lane remembered him.

It was a member of the military police who broke into Willard's tavern that day, so it was an unlucky guy who was grabbed by him.

"Okay."

The gendarmes laughed dryly.

His steps suddenly quickened.

Take Lion deep into the monastery.

Of course, saying it was a monastery was nothing more than Ryan unilaterally identifying this ancient building as a monastery.

After all, the city doesn't seem to have a real-world religion.

Not to mention traditional religious institutions.

"."

Leading the way for Ryan, the military police always felt that his sunny smile was creepy, and he had the illusion of being like a man on his back.

"That's it, Mr. Winster."

After leaving this sentence, the military police fled under Ryan's half-smiling eyes.

The front door opened.

The sunlight outside the window is shining, and through the colorful glass, it sends the gorgeous beauty of heavy makeup into the window and shines in the palace.

"."

"There is actually such a palace in this city."

There are long rows of seats, and in front of the main hall is a high platform that seems to be used for lectures.

It is very similar to the places used by religions for prayer in memory.

The oak dome is carved with indescribable magnificent patterns, retro murals, and glass of various colors.

On the side, the faint candle flame kept jumping and trembling in the darkness, reflecting the wave-like brilliance on the crystal clear transparent glass.

distance.

St. Freya puts her palms together and kneels as if she is praying.

Ryan could only see her back.

Rows of seats.

Lane took a front row seat.

On the other row of seats across the aisle from him, the expressionless city lord Isaac stared at Ryan.

"...the story here is long gone, Hunter."

"is it?"

Lane smiled.

"The Witch Trial is about to begin."

"Looking for me at this time?"

"." The city lord frowned.

"Today's trial will end very early."

The big man frowned tightly. Although he didn't have a pleasant expression on his face at this moment, his attitude was completely different from before.

The reason for this is not only because of the saint's favor for foreigners.

What's more, he got a report from his subordinate soldiers.

"There were no casualties."

"Kill them all."

Waiting for words to break into his sight, those shocking figures in the past no longer appear in the mouths of his subordinates today.

This made his heart a little complicated.

"In my hometown, in order to demonstrate financial strength to others, a method called [v him 50, see the strength] is usually used."

"Among them, fifty is the currency denomination."

"The v refers to the way the coins are distributed."

Ryan said lightly.

"Is this your way of showing me your power, Hunter."

The city lord looked at Ryan, and he was silent for a while.

Then, stand up.

"I have to say, you did it."

"Always demonstrate value to your partners." Ryan shrugged.

The city lord took a deep look at him, then took a step and left the hall.

Wait until the mayor leaves.

Ryan looked at the back of the saint.

"Hello, Freya."

He sat securely and initiated the greeting.

(End of this chapter)