1935. Chapter 1786 night
Chapter 1786 Night
The sound is cold, like a cold wind, and the skull of the Swarka is sore.
But at this time, Sivarka did not dare to move.
He, recognize each other!
‘Hunting Blade’ Edson!
Although it is much older than the portraits I have seen, the basic outline is still there, and there is… the dagger that has just been a ghost!
You don’t need people to manipulate, you can automatically decapitate the enemy, it is the signboard of ‘Hunting Blade’!
Then think of the other side’s evaluation of ‘not leaving hands when facing evil.’
Even if I don’t know why the other person who died, there is Sivalka, and I shake my head again and again.
“As for the ‘regulators’ why is this, I only know a few, my ‘residues’ have been whispering in my ear recently, wanting me to do something. I am too cozy to dare to go.”
“Also, I am only able to use the ‘residue’ person, and, when I left the dark hall, the ‘residue’ has been left in the dark.”
Sivarka said with great certainty.
Moreover, you don’t need the old hunter to ask more questions, just say what you know.
This is not a matter of guts.
Rather, in the booklet that records the title of “Hunter”, it is clear that if you want to live, you should be confessed. The demon hunter does not like to circle, nor does he like to bully.
So, after the talk, Sivarka looked pitifully at the old hunter.
Sorry, he is a timid Sivalka, not a nobleman, a knight.
Don’t care about those.
Just live alive.
The eyes of the old hunters swept over Sivarka, and his brows were slightly wrinkled.
Experience tells him that the person in front of him does not lie.
But because of this, it is extremely bad.
He didn’t know what the ‘residue’ was, but what happened to the ‘supervisor’, he knew it, and then inferred, everything is obvious.
The Temple of War is using assimilation experiments with ‘evil’!
Same as the original ‘Quiet Night Secrets’!
“Is the people in the Temple of War crazy?”
“Do they know what they are doing?”
The old hunter devil asked Sivalka with low voice.
“I, although I am a knife deacon, but it is the kind of editor, I don’t know what it is.”
Sivarka replied with a sad face.
This is a fact.
He did not lie.
Although he has the title of ‘Knife Deacon’, he does not have the corresponding rights. Didn’t he see that his ‘rest time’ was exchanged for the task?
Even in the fifteen years, except for the dark high-level high school who taught him, he did not even see other high-level officials in the dark hall.
Or, Sivarka subconsciously avoided this.
He wants to live safely and securely.
I don’t want to participate in any big events.
At this moment, he has a hunch.
He can’t hide.
Sure enough, the next moment, the old demon hunter looked at him with a sense of oppression, saying: “What is the ‘residue’ whispering in your ear? Tell me all.”
Sivarka nodded immediately.
With the description of Sivarka 1510.
The old hunter’s brow is locked.
Things are worse than he imagined.
‘Evil is more embarrassing than the original.
But… grow up!
In the battles with humans for decades, these ‘evil’ are no longer the monsters that rely on instinct to hunt, but have a detailed division of labor, and will use the layout, plan monsters.
For example this time.
They are the opportunity to use the Temple of War to do assimilation experiments, breaking the Fort of Aitenburg and destroying the entire city into their dining tables.
There is no induction of the ‘quiet night secrets’ here, the old hunting demon is still not known.
But he knows that if he doesn’t do anything, he will have a big problem.
Thinking of this, he pulled out the silver dagger at the waist and passed directly over Sivarka’s palm.
The sudden attack made Syvalka unable to resist the scream.
“To shut up!”
“Just a test!”
The old demon singer sang low and his voice stopped.
Looking down at the palm of his hand, Sivalka’s tears flowed out.
It hurts really!
In addition to the manicure that was broken ten years ago, he accidentally broke his finger, which is why he bleeds again.
The bright red blood makes the old hunter feel a little relieved.
At least, the guy in front of him is not ‘assimilated’.
The old demon hunter threw a roll of gauze and a dagger to Sivarka.
Sivarka’s looking at the old hunter.
Gauze he knows is bandaging the wound.
He doesn’t want to fight.
“I am not good at fighting, can I…”
“Are you a coward?”
“There is a body that is far superior to ordinary people, and there are quite a lot of fighting skills. Are you going to be here?”
The old hunter was obviously angry.
Sivarka narrowed his neck and lowered his head without saying a word.
However, the attitude is clear enough.
The old hunter looked at Sivarka again, and finally, he snorted and disappeared.
Hunting devils will not force others.
Neither will you force others to collaborate nor force others to join the demon hunter.
Everything is voluntary.
Because this is about the life and death of that person, no one can be the master.
Your own life needs to be responsible.
Even choose to escape.
The old hunter demon disappeared like a wind.
Sivarka took a long breath.
It seems that the booklet is correct, the demon hunter will not force others, otherwise he will probably die.
Sivarka thought as he quickly wrapped the wound on his hand.
The dark hall must not be able to go back.
The death of the ‘regulator’ is unexplained.
Or, even if he explained it, he still has to be subject to some ‘torture’.
He can’t stand the hardships.
There is this ‘riot’!
The dark hall will be the hardest hit!
Every whisper in the ear tells him how big they are in the dark hall.
I am going back now, once I find out that he is not his own.
Waiting for him, only death.
“Is there only to escape?”
Sivarka sighed helplessly.
He involuntarily went to the side of the road fence and looked down.
Quiet at night in Aitinburg.
The most prosperous business districts are left with sporadic flares.
Not to mention the seventh ring.
In addition to the several pubs and military camps that have been approved, there are also black walls outside the walls.
Sivarka watched the shanty town of the Lower Seventh Ring.
His eyes are full of sorry.
“I am sorry, Ellie.”
“I guess I need to be late to come back…”
Sivarka’s whispered self-speaking has not been finished yet, and his eyes are rounded.
The glare of the fire suddenly rose from the shantytown!
What followed was a deafening explosion!
The entire Fort Aitenburg was awakened.
The lights illuminate in succession.
The people who fell asleep, dressed one by one, walked out of the house and looked at the shantytown in the Seventh Ring. They didn’t know what happened.
Therefore, he shook his head again and again.
“It is obviously a dark hall!”
“Why in the shantytown!”
Sivarka shook his head and stepped back. He did not notice the gap between the slate on the ground, and he fell to the ground.
This was reflected when his face touched the cold residual snow.
One turned over, Siwarka climbed up and took the dagger, so he jumped directly from the edge of the third ring and rushed toward the lower seven ring.
I was very happy with the dinner with half an egg.
Chicken protein is tender.
The egg yolk is fragrant.
Moreover, Irene gave her the big half.
She wanted to refuse at first.
Yes, boiled eggs are so delicious.
She didn’t hold back at once.
The porridge cooked with black breadcrumbs was added, and she and Irene picked and dried the leaves in summer, which was very good.
Especially when I think that I can eat a whole piece of black bread slice tomorrow morning, Ellie can’t help but look forward to it.
Under such expectations, she could not sleep.
She wants to talk to Irene.
Beside her, Irene has already fallen asleep.
On another bed, her mother is even more embarrassed.
Their mothers are more exhausted than they are.
Knowing this, Ellie was very sensible and curled up and forced herself to sleep.
Only when you sleep well can you have the energy to help your mother share more.
Thinking about Alice’s stupidity, she is going to fall asleep.
Suddenly, a knock on the door awakened Ellie.
The knocking sound is slow, but heavy.
Not only is Alice awake.
Irene and their mother also woke up.
The mother who woke up from the winter had no complaints. On the contrary, she was vigilant.
The hatchet used for chopping wood was in his hand.
Irene took the kitchen knife from the pillow.
Ellie’s hand had a sharp wooden stick.
The shanty towns are where they depend.
However, it is by no means a comfortable place.
Especially at night.
If you are not careful, you will not see the sun the next day.
The knock on the door continues, and it is heavier than before!
The bolt was directly shaken, and the door that the girl’s mother used to stand against the table revealed a gap.
A scarlet eye peered into the gap.
When she saw this scarlet eye, the girl’s mother was trembled.
Not the kind of situation she imagined.
It is even worse than she imagined.
“Irene, Ellie, run!”
“Go to the lame uncle!”
The mother whispered.
Irene, who is already sensible, said nothing, and took her sister and ran to the kitchen side.
There is an ’emergency passage’ here.
This decaying house, after the wooden walls fell off, appeared a small hole, enough for a little girl to pass, usually outside the house, blocked with snow, inside is a wooden board.
Irene took out the wooden board and used the kitchen knife as a shovel. She straightened the snow and pulled her sister out.
Then, pulling up his sister’s hand, Irene went straight to the uncle.
Just after the two little girls ran a dozen meters away,
The house where they lived collapsed.
A monster three meters high stood on the ruins.
Chewing flesh and blood in his mouth.
“Shut up and run.”
When Ellie’s words were not finished, I was interrupted by Irene.
Irene knows what her sister wants to say.
Can’t say it now.
You must run out before the monsters come over.
The chewing sound of flesh and blood is gradually getting smaller.
The uncle’s house has appeared in the front view.
Compared to their houses, the uncles here are much bigger.
There are many more people.
Moreover, there is a certain defense ability here.
More importantly, the temperament of the uncle, the uncle, is very good.
Otherwise, even if it is safe again, Irene will not dare to come.
Pulling his sister, Irene speeded up.
But at this time, the fire appeared.
From the uncle’s house, the fire rushed up, and there was a burst of explosions.
The impact of the explosion caused the two little girls to fall to the ground.
The two were staring at the house that was swallowed by the flames.
Ellie is completely at a loss.
Irene is also a bit.
However, she immediately responded.
Can’t stay in place.
It’s too bright here!
Irene took her sister to a firewood pile, and she couldn’t help but pull her sister into it.
This is the safest place she can find.
Two young girls hid in the firewood, watching the one-eyed monster, the three headed giants, the wolf with big mouths on them, a sinister, unpredictable figure, and the body was stiff.
They don’t know why, there are so many monsters in the shantytown.
But they know that if they want to live, they can’t speak.
However, it doesn’t work without sound.
A wolf with a big mouth on his back sniffed the air.
A little bit closer to the firewood pile.
Inside the big mouth on the back, a tongue kept groaning.
The stinking smell, along the night wind, blown into the firewood.
Irene clenched the kitchen knife.
When she ran away, she did not put down the kitchen knife.
Elli’s wooden stick is also.
The two little girls nervously looked at the monsters that were getting closer.
However, just as the monster was three meters away from the firewood, the gunshots from the distance attracted it.
The monster turned and ran towards the gunshot.
The two little girls were relieved at the same time.
But the next moment –
The firewood pile over them was taken away.
Both of them were completely exposed.
The scarlet eyes stared at them.
The three-meter-high body was covered with blood.
The three-meter-high giant whispered and raised his hand and grabbed Eileen Ellie.
Irene blocked her sister behind her and cocked her kitchen knife.
She hopes to protect her sister.
But her hand holding the knife is shaking.
Because, she knows, the gap is too big, it is impossible.
Tears flowed out of the eyes of a strong, precocious girl in the past.
She shouted in her heart.
Who will save us!
Who will save us!
Who can do it!
Please come and save us!
God of War!
Can you hear my shouts?
Save us… No, just save my sister!
I am willing to use my to exchange my sister!
Pray for the sound from the bottom of my heart.
Unfortunately, there is no response.
There is only a hand that is getting closer and closer, full of oppression.
Irene quickly covered.
Just as she gave up immediately, a touch of voice came from the bottom of my heart –
“Do you want to believe in ‘fog’?”
(End of this chapter)