Chapter 1783 Night

The voice was cold, like a cold wind, which made Sibalka's bones hurt.

But at this time, Sivalka didn't dare to move.

He recognizes the other person!

‘Hunting Blade’ Edson!

Although it is much older than the portrait I saw, the basic outline is still there, and... that elusive dagger just now!

The dagger that can automatically attack the enemy without human manipulation is the signature of the 'Hunting Blade'!

Then I thought of the other party's comment that he would never hold back when faced with evil.

Even though the other party who didn't know why died appeared again, Sivalka shook her head repeatedly.

"No!"

"I'm not!"

"As for why the 'regulators' behave like this, I only know a few things. My 'residues' have been whispering in my ears recently, wanting me to do something. I am too timid to dare to do it."

"Also, I am only someone who can use the 'residues', and when I left the dark hall, the 'residues' were already left in the dark hall."

Sivalka said with great certainty.

Moreover, the old demon hunter didn't need to ask any more questions and just told him everything he knew.

It's not about guts.

Instead, in the booklet that recorded the title of Demon Hunter, it was clearly written that if you want to survive, you'd better be honest. Demon hunters don't like to talk in circles, nor do they like to bully the weak.

So, after finishing speaking, Sivalka looked at the old demon hunter pitifully.

honor?

demeanor?

Sorry, he is just the coward Sivalka, not a noble or a knight.

Don't care about those.

Just stay alive.

The old demon hunter glanced at Sivalka and frowned slightly.

Experience told him that the person in front of him was not lying.

But that's why it's so bad.

He didn't know what the 'residue' was, but he knew what happened to the 'regulator' just now. If he extrapolated from this, everything would be obvious.

The Temple of War is using ‘evil’ to conduct assimilation experiments!

It’s the same as the original ‘Silent Night Secret Order’!

"Are the people in the Temple of War crazy?"

"Do they know what they're doing?"

The old demon hunter asked Sivalka in a low voice.

"I, although I am a deacon with a sword, I am just a non-staff person. I don't know what I am specifically."

Sivalka answered with a sad face.

This is a fact.

He didn't lie.

Although he has the title of 'Deacon with Sword', he does not have the corresponding rights. Didn't you see that his 'rest time' was all exchanged for tasks?

In fact, in the past fifteen years, except for the senior person in the dark hall who taught him, he had never met any other senior people in the dark hall.

In other words, Sivalka subconsciously avoided these.

He just wanted to survive peacefully.

I don’t want to get involved in any big event.

but……

At this moment, he had a premonition.

He couldn't hide.

Sure enough, the next moment, the old demon hunter looked at him with oppressive eyes and said: "What did that 'residue' whisper in your ear? Tell me everything."

"OK."

Sivalka nodded immediately.

As Shivarka narrates one, five and ten.

The old demon hunter frowned.

Things were worse than he imagined.

‘Xie Yi’ is even more cunning than before.

No!

Not cunning!

But... it has grown!

After decades of fighting against humans, these ‘evils’ are no longer monsters that rely on instinct to hunt, but monsters that have a detailed division of labor and can use layout and planning.

Such as this time.

They plan to take advantage of the fact that the Temple of War is also conducting assimilation experiments to break down the fortress of Etantino and turn the entire city into their dining table.

The old demon hunter doesn't know yet whether there is any inducement from the 'Secret Order of Quiet Night'.

But he knew that if he didn't do something, he would be in big trouble.

Thinking of this, he took out the silver dagger from his waist and passed it directly across Sivalka's palm.

"ah!"

The sudden attack made Sivalka scream uncontrollably.

"Shut up!"

"Just a test!"

The old demon hunter shouted, and his voice stopped abruptly.

Lowering her head and looking at the hole in her palm, Sivalka almost burst into tears.

pain!

It really hurts!

In addition to accidentally breaking his finger during a manicure ten years ago, this is the second time he has bled.

The bright red blood made the old demon hunter breathe a sigh of relief.

At least, the guy in front of me has not been 'assimilated'.

"Take it."

The old witcher threw a roll of gauze and a dagger to Sivalka.

Sivalka looked at the old demon hunter blankly.

He knew the gauze was for dressing wounds.

dagger……

He doesn't want to fight.

"I'm not good at fighting, can I..."

"Are you a coward?"

"You have a physique far beyond that of ordinary people, as well as considerable fighting skills. You want to hide here?"

The old witcher was visibly angry.

Sibalka shrank her neck, lowered her head, and said nothing.

However, the attitude is clear enough.

The old demon hunter glanced at Sivalka again, and finally, with a cold snort, he disappeared.

Demon hunters don't force others.

It will neither force others to cooperate nor force others to join the Witcher.

Everything is voluntary.

Because this is a matter of life and death for that person, and no one can make the decision for anyone.

You need to be responsible for your own life.

Even if you choose to escape.

The old demon hunter disappeared like the wind.

Sivalka let out a long breath.

It seemed that what was written in the pamphlet was correct. Demon hunters would not force others, otherwise, he would probably die here.

Sivalka thought while quickly bandaging the wound on her hand.

Antang definitely can't go back.

He couldn't explain the death of the 'Supervisor'.

In other words, even if he explains, he will still be subject to some 'torture'.

He thought he couldn't bear the pain.

And there’s this ‘riot’!

The dark hall will be the hardest hit area!

Every whisper in his ears told him how powerful they were in the dark hall.

Now that I have gone back, I will find out that he is not one of my own.

All that awaits him is death.

so……

"Is all that's left to do is run away?"

Sivalka sighed helplessly.

He involuntarily walked to the side of the road fence and looked down.

Etantinople is quiet at night.

In the most prosperous business district, there were only sporadic lights left.

Not to mention the lower seventh ring.

Except for a few recognized taverns, military camps, and the city walls, everything else was pitch black.

Sivalka gazed at the shanty town of Lower Seventh Ring Road.

His eyes were full of apologies.

"I'm sorry, Ellie."

"I guess I need to come back later..."

Sivalka's eyes widened before she finished muttering to herself.

Fire!

Dazzling flames suddenly shot into the sky from the shanty town!

What followed was a deafening explosion!

boom!

The whole of Etantinople was shaken awake.

The lights came on one after another.

The sleeping people got dressed and walked out of their houses one by one, staring blankly at the shanty town of Lower Seventh Ring Road. They had no idea what was happening.

Sivalka knew.

So, he shook his head repeatedly.

"impossible!"

"It's obviously a secret hall!"

"Why in a shantytown!"

"impossible!"

Sivalka shook her head and backed away, completely unaware of the gaps between the stone slabs on the ground, and just fell to the ground.

Only when his face touched the cold Canxue did he react.

With a turn, Sivalka climbed up, holding the dagger, jumped directly from the edge of the middle third ring, and rushed towards the lower seventh ring.

…

There was half an extra egg for dinner, which made Ellie very happy.

Egg whites are springy and tender.

The egg yolk is fragrant.

Moreover, Erin gave her the larger half.

She wanted to refuse at first.

Yes, boiled eggs are so delicious.

She couldn't hold it back all of a sudden.

So I agreed.

The porridge cooked with black breadcrumbs was delicious with the leaves she and Eileen picked and dried in the summer.

Especially when she thought about eating a whole piece of black bread tomorrow morning, Ellie couldn't help but look forward to it.

Under such expectations, she couldn't sleep.

She wanted to talk to Erin.

But beside her, Irene had already fallen asleep.

On the other bed, her mother was snoring.

Compared to them, their mothers are more tired.

Knowing this, Ellie curled up very sensibly and forced herself to sleep.

Only if you sleep well can you have the energy to help your mother share more.

Thinking about Ellie, she drifted off to sleep.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

Suddenly, a knock on the door woke Ellie up.

The knocking was slow but heavy.

It wasn't just Ellie who woke up.

Erin and their mother woke up too.

My mother woke up from the winter without any complaints. On the contrary, she looked vigilant.

The hatchet used for chopping firewood was in his hand.

Erin took out the kitchen knife from under the pillow.

A sharp wooden stick appeared in Ellie's hand.

Shanty towns are where they live.

But, it's definitely not a comfort zone.

Especially at night.

If you're not careful, you won't see the sun the next day at all.

Boom!

Boom! Boom!

The knocking on the door continued, and it was louder than before!

The latch was shattered, leaving a gap in the door that the girl's mother had held up with a table.

A scarlet eye peered through the gap.

When she saw this scarlet eye, the girl's mother trembled all over.

Not what she imagined.

But it was worse than she imagined.

"Eileen, Ellie, run!"

"Go to the lame uncle!"

Mother shouted in a low voice.

Eileen, who was already sensible, pulled her sister and ran towards the kitchen without saying a word.

There is an 'emergency exit' here.

In this decaying house, after the wooden walls fell off, a small hole appeared, big enough for a little girl to pass through. It was usually covered with snow outside the house, and there was a wooden board inside.

Erin took off the board and used the kitchen knife in her hand as a shovel to cut through the snow. She pulled her sister out and got out.

Then, holding her sister's hand, Irene went straight to the lame uncle.

Just after the two little girls ran more than ten meters away,

Boom!

The house they lived in collapsed.

A three-meter-tall monster stood on the ruins.

Chewing flesh and blood in his mouth.

"elder sister……"

"Shut up and run."

Before Ellie could finish her words, she was interrupted by Irene.

Erin knew what her sister wanted to say.

But I can’t say it now.

Can't stop either.

You must run out before the monster comes.

The sound of chewing flesh and blood gradually became quieter.

The lame uncle's house has appeared in the field of vision ahead.

Compared to their house, the lame uncle's house is much larger.

There are also many more people.

Moreover, it has certain defensive capabilities.

More importantly, the eccentric lame uncle is a very nice person.

Otherwise, no matter how safe it is here, Irene would not dare to come.

Pulling her sister, Erin quickened her pace.

But at this moment, the fire appeared.

From the lame uncle's house, fire burst out, and there were bursts of continuous explosions.

The impact of the explosion caused the two little girls to fall to the ground.

The two stared blankly at the house engulfed in flames.

Ellie was completely at a loss.

Erin has some too.

However, she reacted immediately.

Can't stay where you are.

It's so bright here!

"go there!"

Eileen ran to a firewood pile with her sister, and she pulled her sister in without any explanation.

It was the safest place she could find.

The two young girls hid in the pile of firewood, their bodies stiffened as they looked at the strange bird with one eye, the giant with three heads, the jackal with a big mouth on its back, and the ethereal and unpredictable figures.

They don't know why there are so many monsters in the shanty towns.

But they know that if they want to survive, they must not speak out.

However, it is impossible not to speak out.

A jackal with a large mouth on its back sniffed the air.

Little by little, he moved closer to the firewood pile.

In the big mouth on its back, a tongue kept licking.

The fishy smell blew into the firewood pile along with the night wind.

Erin gripped the kitchen knife tightly.

While escaping, she did not put down the kitchen knife.

So is Ellie's stick.

The two little girls looked nervously at the monster that was getting closer and closer.

However, just when the monster was still three meters away from the firewood pile, the sound of gunfire from the distance attracted it.

The monster turned and ran towards the place where the gunshot was fired.

The two little girls breathed a sigh of relief at the same time.

But the next moment——

The pile of firewood covering them was removed.

The two of them were completely exposed.

The scarlet eyes stared at them.

The three-meter-tall body was still covered in blood.

"delicious food!"

The three-meter-tall giant murmured, raising his hand to grab Irene.

Erin blocked her sister behind her and raised the kitchen knife in her hand.

She wanted to be able to protect her sister.

But her hand holding the knife was trembling.

Because she knew that the gap was too big and it was impossible.

Tears flowed from the eyes of this usually strong and precocious little girl.

She yelled in her heart.

Who will save us!

Someone come and save us!

Anyone can do it!

Please come and save us!

Your Majesty the God of War!

Ms. Calamity!

Can you hear my cry?

Save us... no, just save my sister!

I would trade me for my sister!

The prayer comes from the bottom of my heart.

Unfortunately there was no response.

All he had was a palm that was getting closer and closer, filled with a sense of oppression.

despair.

It quickly enveloped Erin.

Just when she was about to give up, a voice came from the bottom of her heart——

“Are you willing to believe in ‘The Mist’?”