Chapter 1768 Helping Hand

The crazy demon hunter was stunned.

His unclear mind made it impossible for him to discern the speaker's underlying meaning.

However, the anger in his heart and the killing spawned by him have not weakened one bit.

The next moment, he rushed into the car.

The dagger stained with venom in his hand stabbed the person who spoke.

The dagger went straight into the opponent's chest.

The surprised smile on the other person's face faltered, but then, it seemed as if countless burdens had been lifted.

"Right."

"I owe you this blow."

"I should be responsible for it."

The other party said this, and then hugged the crazy demon hunter in front of him with a relieved smile.

It's the kind of hug that belongs to Hokuriku.

Tightly force and slap the other person's back.

The extremely rhythmic slapping sound is heavy.

But there is no malice.

The crazy demon hunter can instinctively detect this.

Especially, with the blow just now, the anger in his heart disappeared, and he seemed to have a little more reason and began to think.

who I am?

where am I?

What am I here for?

However, before he could figure it out, his ears were filled with the enthusiastic and joyful voices of huggers.

"Welcome back."

"my brother."

In such a voice, the crazy demon hunter couldn't help but open his mouth.

"Brother, brother?"

The voice was dry and vague.

You can't hear it at all unless you're close.

"Yeah, brother."

"Brothers of the Wolf Faction!"

"I know that you will not all be destroyed in that battle. There must be remnants, but please forgive our incompetence. We have tried our best and failed to find out your whereabouts after being captured."

"In the end, Colin had to take risks and use his body as bait, which led to the backhand of 'Quiet Night'."

"Those guys are as sinister as ever. They actually want us to kill each other."

"But they underestimated the will of our witchers!"

The superior evil spirit kept talking in the ears of the crazy demon hunter.

Some illusions unique to evil spirits were being performed quietly at this time.

The crazy demon hunter's heart calmed down.

Although he didn't know who he was for a long time, he confirmed that the person hugging him in front of him did not mean any harm.

besides……

The man sitting across from me with an indifferent face.

Although there was no expression on the other person's face, the other person's breath... was very familiar.

seem……

So should he.

Kieran, who had changed into the title of [Evil Ghost Hunter], sat there quietly, looking at the crazy demon hunter's expression, he couldn't help but sigh.

The whip marks showing from under his clothes.

Fingers missing nails.

Gaps in ears.

The scars on his face, etc., although all these were cleaned up in a short time, these details were enough for Qin Ran to understand what happened to the person in front of him.

Inhuman suffering.

Otherwise, I wouldn’t be tortured to the point of mental breakdown.

No!

Not a nervous breakdown!

But, confusion!

It seems to be some kind of experiment to forcefully stuff the 'soul' that does not belong to the other party into this body.

With a high-level evil spirit doing the investigation, Qin Ran got more certain information.

Study the soul?

Qin Ran frowned secretly.

He knew very little about the 'Secret Order of Silent Night', but judging from the existence of 'Ms. Disaster', there was no doubt about the strength of the other party, but now?

The opponent's danger level has once again increased by one level.

Anything related to ‘soul’ cannot be underestimated.

When his mental attributes broke through to level V and began to replenish himself, Kieran had such a clear understanding, not to mention the various benefits brought to him by his strong mental power in the early stage.

Through the power of the contract, he signals to the superior evil spirit.

The latter spoke clearly.

"my brother."

"All suffering will pass."

"Leave the rest to me, okay?"

The upper evil spirit released the opponent and looked at the crazy demon hunter very formally.

"no need to worry."

"I can assure you."

"You will not suffer any harm from me."

"unless……"

"I am dead!"

The crazy demon hunter, who has long been affected by the invisible [Illusion] of the upper evil spirit, has almost no secrets under the upper evil spirit's [Evil Spirit Intuition].

The last words calmed the mad witcher's worries.

Then, the crazy demon hunter looked at the dagger on the upper evil spirit's chest.

The dagger full of venom was still stuck there.

Under the gaze of the crazy demon hunter, the superior evil spirit smiled slightly and casually pulled out the dagger.

"It can't hurt me yet."

Throwing the dagger on the table casually, the upper evil spirit pulled the crazy demon hunter to sit down. It said in a soft voice: "You will fall asleep after a while, but don't worry, I am just using this method to help you find Return to yourself.”

Looking at the crazy demon hunter who quickly fell asleep under the comfort of the evil spirit.

Kieran was not surprised.

For evil spirits who are good at confusing people's hearts, it is too easy to bewitch a person, even a crazy person.

After all, it was no ordinary evil spirit that bewitched this madman.

Qin Ran consciously kept quiet.

After entering the city gate corridor, he received a signal from Kieran and quietly got out of the car. Bol, who sat next to Ashcano, was silent. Although he didn't know what Kieran was doing, he just wanted to keep quiet.

For this reason, he specially signaled that Ashcano should try to be slow and steady, and not make too much noise.

The carriage moved forward slowly.

This didn't go unnoticed by anyone else.

Because, in Fort Altantino, the carriage itself has to slow down, especially near the city gate where there are many people.

Similarly, the [Illusion Technique] of the superior evil spirits did not attract anyone's attention.

What has changed is only the heart of the crazy demon hunter.

…

"Edson!"

"Using a dagger is different from a long sword. A dagger is not suitable for chopping, it is only suitable for stabbing. When you use chopping, it is when you are in a desperate situation. At this time, if you prepare an extra crossbow, it will be more suitable than a dagger."

"Of course, an arm crossbow will work too."

"But you need to earn your own money, and I don't have any extra Kimpton."

In the open space of a wooden house, there are two scarecrows and a wooden man.

Edson, who was only twelve years old, couldn't help but curl his lips as he listened to his teacher's explanation.

He prefers long swords.

pity……

His teacher was not good at using swords, only daggers.

Therefore, he could only blame learning the dagger.

However, deep down in his heart, Edson has vowed that when he hunts monsters independently, he will definitely find someone to learn long sword skills.

Of course, he won't tell the teacher this.

…

"Edson, you are terrible at using your dagger."

"It's not a throwing knife."

"While you're holding it, don't think about throwing it away."

"You should regard it as your best partner and most reliable comrade-in-arms!"

The teacher, who was missing one leg, was carrying a wine bottle, and had drunken eyes, once again gave instructions to the sixteen-year-old Edson.

Edson, who was more stubborn than a boy, ignored his teacher.

Still going my own way.

He likes to throw his dagger and stick it in the throat of his prey.

chop!

There was a crisp sound of metal and wood.

The wooden man who was training was shot with a dagger, and the metal blade of the dagger penetrated about half of the way.

Edson looked at this scene with satisfaction.

Then, he gave his teacher a proud look.

He was certain that this was something that even his teacher could not do.

The old demon hunter who was missing a leg saw this scene, shook his head, took a sip of wine, raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky, not knowing what he was thinking.

…

Another successful hunt.

At the age of twenty-two, Edson has become a well-known member of the demon hunters.

Long swords, crossbows, and the most commendable skill of 'flying knives'.

After taking the bounty, exchanging it for a barrel of fine wine, and carrying two deer legs, Edson was ready to go home to see his teacher.

"What a long hunt!"

Edson couldn't help but feel excited when he thought about the hunting process.

He couldn't help but tell the whole process to his teacher.

In fact, starting from the age of eighteen, after every hunting mission, he would tell it to his teacher. At first, his teacher would say a few words, but later he would just drink wine and listen to him quietly.

He thought this was a sign that he had surpassed his teacher.

…

At twenty-five, Ederson's fame is growing.

However, it did not gain a name that everyone recognized.

For this reason, Edson was very distressed. After talking to the teacher again, he was ready to do something big.

He discovered a deeply hidden 'organization'.

He was ready to destroy the organization in one fell swoop.

Doing so will surely earn him the title.

…

The process of tracking this organization is too difficult, there are almost no clues, it can only be a matter of luck.

He didn't visit his teacher for a whole year.

However, he would send money back every two weeks.

I hope the teacher is fine.

wait for me!

I will go back with the real title, which is something you couldn't achieve back then.

…

Another year!

Hard work pays off!

He finally found the whereabouts of that 'organization'!

He couldn't wait to attack.

Then, I fell into a trap!

A trap for him!

He was seriously injured.

He thought he was dead.

Then, his teacher showed up.

Holding a cane and carrying a wine bottle, he suddenly appeared slowly and leisurely.

No!

Not suddenly!

Instead, follow him.

He looked at the traces of grass, dust, etc. on the teacher's body and was very sure... his teacher had been following him.

"teacher."

He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but this was the only name left.

His teacher turned his head and looked at him, his eyes no longer cloudy as before, only clear.

"Boy, that's not how daggers are used."

As he spoke, his teacher bent down and took out the dagger he had hidden in the side of his boot.

With the dagger spinning in his fingertips, his teacher turned around and threw away the cane.

"Watch it."

"I'll teach you again."

"the last time."

As soon as the words fell, his teacher disappeared, and the thirty people in the 'organization' opposite fell into a pool of blood almost instantly.

Cough, cough, cough.

He was awakened by the teacher's cough.

He rushed over.

But he was stopped by his teacher.

The dagger was thrown back.

"Boy, you're still far away."

With these words, his teacher disappeared.

It turned into a faint mist and disappeared.

…

At the age of thirty, he got his wish and gained the recognized title of 'Hunting Blade'.

No more sword.

Only daggers.

One was left to him by his teacher.

One was forged by him himself.

There is also a hand crossbow and an arm crossbow.

He already had the matchlock, but he didn't like it. It was too troublesome.

And the treasure among them?

too expensive.

He can't afford it.

He bit open the cork and drank the teacher's favorite low-quality wine. The transparent wine poured into his mouth, with almost no other aroma. The taste was fierce and strong, and it hit the nose, burning like fire.

But, he likes this feeling.

Half a bottle in one gulp.

He poured the remaining half bottle in front of the teacher's tombstone.

"I found a clue about those guys."

"They call themselves the 'Secret Order of Silent Night'."

"I've killed one hundred and thirty-seven of them."

"Next, it's number one hundred and thirty-eight."

…

"trap!"

"This is a trap!"

"I've dealt with them before, and they won't be caught by the tail so easily!"

Edson said loudly.

"Don't worry, I'm sure!"

This is a male voice, sure, charismatic, affecting everyone.

…

A failed battle.

Looking at the scarred companions and the tragic death of his companions, Edson played with the teacher's dagger. He was seriously injured. A 'Member''s sneak attack just now almost broke his ribs, but the other party was not feeling well either. The heart suffered a fatal blow from him.

If you don't die, you will be crippled.

But what's the use?

Failure is irreversible.

"Let's go."

"Leave with the last spark of fire."

Edson stood up and said to his friends who could still move.

Those partners who were originally unable to move were in high spirits at this time, standing side by side with Ederson with glowing faces.

There are no words.

There are no instructions.

They stay and fight for their partners' lives.

There is no resentment either.

Because, if swapped, their partners would do the same.

…

The dying resistance is far longer than the decisive battle.

Ederson is not aware of anyone who managed to leave during this duration.

I don’t know how many more friends died.

But he found that purpose.

That goal that makes people trust.

He wanted to kill him and question the other party.

And just when he rushed to the other party, the other party disappeared.

Disappeared out of thin air.

His killing blow missed.

He lost the last of his strength.

When he fell on his back, the 'Congressman' who had been stabbed with a dagger and became a cripple appeared with a cruel smile.

He knew what the other party wanted to do.

Therefore, he needs to gather his strength and give the opponent the final blow.

…

experiment!

Countless experiments!

His body became riddled with holes!

His mind began to blur!

He knew his time was running out.

That bastard put so much evil into his body that he couldn't hold it anymore.

Then, the opportunity came.

His fake death was successful, and the guy finally let his guard down.

The one wanted to chop him into pieces.

However, before his sudden attack, he bit the opponent's throat to bits.

How ridiculous.

In the end, he actually borrowed Xie Yi's power.

The evil spirits began to fight for his body.

How could he let these evil things happen as he wished?

The stove next to it was burning brightly.

The kerosene lamp is on the table.

After breaking the kerosene lamp and dousing himself with kerosene, he rushed to the stove.

"We who do not belong to the light, we who do not belong to the darkness, walk on the edge."

"There is no glory of praise, no singing of hymns, only inner pride."

In loud shouts,

He and a group of evil beings turned into ashes.

…

He woke up again.

His mind was a little fuzzy.

What's his name?

The jailer in front of him kept interrogating him.

Some guys deep down in his heart were also questioning him.

They were more impatient than he was.

Because they have also forgotten who they are.

…

Everything fell apart.

He was tortured and beaten continuously.

He is angry, he is angry.

He wanted to kill the person in front of him.

His anger merged with them in his body, making him more manic, but even weaker when the thunder roared.

This weakness was discovered by the jailers.

These hateful guys changed their ways to torture him.

The power that had just been combined into one was fragmented again.

Broken to the point of being worthless.

Imprisonment became his treatment.

He asks who he is every day.

Can……

There is no answer.

Until that young man showed up, that young man with evil intentions.

"Snake Sect...Snake Sect..."

In the darkness of nothingness, the mad demon hunter, no, it was Edson, whispered to himself.

He looked down at himself.

Then he looked at his 'companion' standing in front of him.

The other party looked worried and sincere in his eyes.

Different from the person who provoked him with evil intentions.

"terribly sorry."

"I couldn't find you sooner."

"my brother."

The other party whispered.

Edson looked at the other party and shook his head slowly.

"Wolves, Edson."

He said this.

"Snake Pie, Simon."

The upper evil spirit stretched out his hand. Edson was a little uncomfortable, but he still extended his hand. After the two sides shook hands, the upper evil spirit's smile became more enthusiastic.

"It's nice to see another Wolf Faction."

"To be honest, you are more in line with my impression of the wolf faction than Horuf."

The superior evil spirit gestured to Horuf's fat body as he spoke.

Horuf?

He is still alive.

Hearing the familiar name after a long absence, Edson felt much better instantly.

"Is he okay?"

Edson asked.

"Very good, you'll know next time when you see him with your own eyes."

"he is currently……"

"Um?"

The upper evil spirit looked at Edson as if he was belatedly.

Under the gaze of the superior evil spirit, bloody marks appeared on Edson's body.

Edson glanced down at the marks and waved his hand at the upper evil spirit.

"Don't worry."

"Just some parting gifts."

"I'll give him a gift in return."

As he spoke, Edson raised his hand to erase the bloody marks, and then continued to ask: "What do you think happened to Horuf?"

The superior evil spirit who sensed everything laughed, and while taking Edson back to the carriage, he said seriously -

"He's gathering the remaining witchers!"

"We want to do it once..."

"Great counterattack!"