The Devil’s Cage Chapter 61: Night
The sound is cold, like a cold wind, and the Sivarka bones are all hurt.
But at this time, Sivarka did not dare to move.
He, recognize each other!
‘Blade of Hunting’ Edson!
Although it is much older than the portraits I saw, the basic outline is still there, and...the dagger that has just appeared!
The dagger that can automatically attack the enemy without human manipulation is the sign of ‘Blade of Hunting’!
Think again of the opponent’s ‘never keep your hand when facing evil looking’.
Even if the other party who didn’t know why died, Sivarka appeared again and shook his head again and again.
"No!"
"I am not!"
"As for why'supervisor' is like this, I only know a few. My'Residuum' has been whispering in my ear recently, and I want to let me do something. I'm too timid to dare to go."
"Also, I am only able to use "Residuum", and when I left Dark Hall, "Residuum" was already left in Dark Hall."
Sivarka said very positively.
Moreover, I don’t need to ask the old Demon Hunter more questions, I just say everything I know.
It has nothing to do with guts.
Instead, in the booklet titled ‘Title Demon Hunter’, it is clearly written. If you want to survive, it’s best to confess. Demon Hunter doesn’t like to go around or bully.
So, after talking, Sivarka looked at the old Demon Hunter pitifully.
Honor?
Attitude?
Sorry, he is just the timid Sivarka, not a nobleman or a knight.
Do not care about those.
Just be alive.
Old Demon Hunter glanced over Sivarka, frowning slightly.
Experience tells him that the people in front of him are not lying.
But because of this, it is extremely bad.
He doesn’t know what that ‘Residuum’ is, but he just knew the ‘supervisor’ what happened, and from this, it’s all obvious.
War God Temple is using ‘evil looking’ as an assimilation experiment!
Same as the original "Quiet Night Secret Society"!
"Are War God Temple crazy?"
"Do they know what they are doing?"
Old Demon Hunter asked Sivarka in low voice.
"Although I and I are Blade Deacon, they are non-editors, and I don’t know what they are."
Sivarka replied with a sad face.
This is a fact.
He didn't lie.
Although he has the title of ‘Blade Deacon’, he has no corresponding rights. Didn’t see that his ‘rest time’ was all exchanged for mission?
Even for fifteen years, except for the that person Dark Hall executive who taught him, he has not seen any other senior executives of Dark Hall.
Or rather, Sivarka subconsciously avoided these.
He just wanted to survive peacefully.
I don’t want to participate in any major events.
But...
At this moment, he has a hunch.
He cannot escape.
Sure enough, the next moment, the old Demon Hunter looked at him with a sense of oppression on both eyes and said, "What does that ‘Residuum’ whisper in your ear? Tell me all."
"Okay."
Sivarka nodded immediately.
With Sivarka's fifteen and ten narration.
Old Demon Hunter's brows are tightly locked.
Things are worse than he thought.
‘evil looking’ is more cunning than it used to be.
No!
Not cunning!
Instead,...grow!
In decades of fighting with humans, these ‘evil looking’s are no longer monsters that rely on instinct to hunt, but have a detailed division of labor and will use layout and planning monsters.
For example this time.
They just intend to take advantage of the opportunity that War God Temple is also doing assimilation experiments, breaking the fortress Atandin Castle in one fell swoop and turning the entire city into their dining table.
Is there any induction of ‘Quiet Night Secret Society’ in it? Old Demon Hunter is not yet known.
But he knows that if he doesn’t do anything yet, there will be big trouble.
Thinking of this, he drew out the silver dagger at his waist and flicked the palm of Sivarka directly.
"Ah!"
The sudden attack made Sivarka couldn’t help screaming.
"Shut up!"
"Just a test!"
Old Demon Hunter shouted in a low voice, the voice stopped abruptly.
Keeping his head down and looking at the opening on his palm, Sivarka's tears flowed out.
It hurts!
It really hurts!
Except that he accidentally broke his finger ten years ago, this is another bloodshed.
The bright red blood slightly relieved the old Demon Hunter.
At least, the guy in front of him is not assimilated.
"Hold it."
Old Demon Hunter threw a roll of gauze and a dagger to Sivarka.
Sivarka stared blankly at the old Demon Hunter.
He knew that the gauze bandaged the wound.
Dagger...
He doesn’t want to fight.
"I am not good at fighting, can I..."
"Are you a coward?"
"With physical fitness far beyond ordinary people, and considerable combat skills, do you want to shrink here?"
Old Demon Hunter is obviously irritated.
Sivarka shrinks his neck and lowers his head without saying a word.
However, the attitude is clear enough.
Old Demon Hunter glanced at Sivarka again, and finally, with a cold snort, disappeared in place.
Demon Hunter, will not force others.
Neither force others to collaborate nor force others to join Demon Hunter.
Everything is voluntary.
Because this is about the life and death of that person, no one can make the decision for whom.
Responsible for your own life.
Even if you choose to escape.
The old Demon Hunter disappeared like a wind.
Sivarka is long let out a long sigh.
It seems that the booklet is all right, Demon Hunter will not force others, otherwise, he may have to die.
While quickly covering the wound on his hand, Sivarka thought.
Dark Hall must not be able to go back.
He can’t explain the death of ‘supervisor’.
Or, even if he explained, he would still be subject to some "torture".
He confessed that he could not bear the suffering.
There is also this "riot"!
Dark Hall, it will be the hardest hit!
Every time a whisper in his ear tells him how powerful they are in Dark Hall.
Go back now, once found out he is not his own.
The only thing waiting for him is death.
So...
"Is it only left to escape?"
Sivarka sighed helplessly.
He involuntarily walked to the side of the road fence and looked down.
It's quiet at night at Atandin Castle.
The most prosperous commercial areas are all left with sporadic fire.
Not to mention seventh ring.
Except for the few approved taverns and military camps, as well as the city walls, everything is dark.
Sivarka watched the shantytown of seventh ring.
Sorry in his eyes.
"Sorry, Ellie."
"It is estimated that I need to come back later to find..."
The whisper of Sivarka's whisper is not finished, and both eyes is rounded.
Firelight!
The dazzling fire burst into the sky from the shanty town!
A deafening explosion followed!
Boom!
The entire Atandin Castle was awakened.
The lights are on one after another.
The people who fell asleep walked out of the house one by one and looked at the shantytown of seventh ring in a daze. They didn't know what happened at all.
Sivarka knows.
So, he shook his head again and again.
"Impossible!"
"Obviously Dark Hall!"
"Why are you in a shantytown!"
"Impossible!"
Sivarka shook his head while retreating, not paying attention to the gap between the stone slabs on the ground, so he fell to the ground.
It only reacted when his face touched the cold Can Xue.
One turned over, Sivarka climbed up, took a dagger, just jumped from the edge of third ring, and rushed towards seventh ring.
......
Having an extra egg for dinner made Ellie very happy.
The egg white is tender and tender.
The egg yolk is fragrant.
Moreover, Irene gave her the bigger half.
She wanted to refuse at first.
Yes, hard boiled eggs are so delicious.
She didn't hold back.
I agreed.
The porridge cooked with black bread crumbs was added to it. She and Irene picked and dried Luo Ye in the summer and it tasted great.
Especially when I thought that I could eat a whole piece of brown bread tomorrow morning, Ellie couldn't help but look forward to it.
Under such expectations, she could not sleep.
She wants to talk to Irene.
But beside her, Irene has long fallen asleep.
In another bed, her mother snores even more.
Compared to them, their mothers are more tired.
Knowing this, Ellie curled up very consciously, forcing herself to sleep.
Only when you sleep well can you have the energy to help your mother share more.
Thinking about Ellie's confusing thoughts, she will fall asleep.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
Suddenly, a knock on the door awakened Ellie.
The knock on the door is slow, but heavy.
Not only Ellie woke up.
Irene and their mother also woke up.
The mother who awakened from the winter has no complaints. On the contrary, she is alert.
The hatchet used to split the wood was held in his hand.
Irene took the kitchen knife from under the pillow.
A sharp wooden stick was added in the hands of Ellie.
The shantytown is where they live.
However, it is by no means a comfort zone.
Especially at night.
If you are not careful, you will never see the sun the next day.
Boom!
Boom! Boom!
The knocking on the door continues, and, heavier than before!
The bolt was directly broken, and the door that the girl’s mother pressed against the table revealed a gap.
A scarlet eye peered into the gap.
When she saw the scarlet eyes, the girl’s mother shivered.
Not what she imagined.
It's worse than she thought.
"Irene, Ellie, run!"
"Go to Lame Uncle!"
My mother whispered.
The sensible Irene said nothing, and took his sister and ran to the kitchen side.
There is an ‘emergency route’ here.
In this decaying house, a small hole appeared after the wooden wall fell off, enough for a little girl to pass, usually outside the house, blocked by snow, and inside was a wooden board.
Irene lifted off the wooden board, the kitchen knife in his hand was used as a shovel, cut the snow directly, and pulled out the younger sister.
Then, taking the sister's hand, Irene went straight to the lame uncle.
Just after the two little girls ran a dozen meters away,
Boom!
The house where they live collapsed.
A monster with a height of three meters stands on the ruins.
chewing has flesh in his mouth.
"Sister..."
"Shut up and run."
Before Ellie’s words were finished, he was interrupted by Irene.
Irene knows what her sister wants to say.
But I can’t say it now.
Can’t stop.
You must run out before the monster rushes over.
The chewing sound of flesh gradually weakened.
The uncle’s house has appeared in the field of vision ahead.
Compared to their house, Uncle Lame is much larger here.
There are also more people.
Moreover, there is a certain defensive ability here.
More importantly, the lame uncle with a strange temper is very nice.
Otherwise, even if it is safe here, Irene will not dare to come.
Taking his sister, Irene hastened his pace.
But at this time, the firelight appeared.
From the house of the lame uncle, there was a burst of fire, and there were continuous explosions.
The impact of the explosion caused the two little girls to fall to the ground.
The two stared blankly at the house devoured by flames.
Ellie is completely at a loss.
Irene is also a bit.
However, she immediately reacted.
Can’t stay where it is.
This is too bright!
"Go over there!"
Irene took her sister to a firewood pile, and she could not help but dragged her sister into it.
This is the safest place she can find.
Two young girls hid in the firewood pile, looking at the one-eyed strange bird, the three-headed Giant, the jackal with a big mouth on its back, and the illusions, the strange figure, the body is all stiff.
They don’t know why, there are so many monsters in the shantytown.
But they know that they cannot speak out if they want to live.
However, it's not OK to not make a sound.
A jackal with a large mouth on his back sniffs the air.
Close to the pile of firewood little by little.
In the big mouth on its back, a tongue kept licking.
Smelly smell, blowing into the firewood pile along the night breeze.
Irene clenched the kitchen knife~IndoMTL.com~ She didn't put down the kitchen knife when she fled.
So are the sticks of Ellie.
The two little girls looked nervously at the approaching monster.
However, just three meters away from the firewood pile, the sound of gunfire from a distance attracted it.
The monster turned and ran towards the place where the gun shot.
The two little girls were relieved at the same time.
But the next moment--
The pile of firewood covering them was removed.
The two of them are completely exposed.
The scarlet eyes stared at them.
The three-meter-high body was still covered with blood.
"Delicious food!"
The three-meter-high Giant murmured and raised his hand towards Irene Ellie.
Irene blocked her sister behind her and raised her kitchen knife.
She hopes to protect her sister.
But her hands shaking with the knife were shaking.
Because, she knows, the gap is too big to be possible at all.
Tears shed from the eyes of this strong, precocious girl.
She heart shouted.
Who will save us!
Who will save us!
Anyone!
Please come to our rescue!
War God Your Highness!
Lady of Calamity!
Can you hear my cry?
Save us... No, just save my sister!
I am willing to exchange my sister with me!
The sound of prayer comes from heart.
Unfortunately, there was no response.
It's just that the palms are getting closer and closer, full of oppression.
Despair.
Rapidly enveloped Irene.
Just when she gave up immediately, a sound came from heart--
"Will you believe in "Mist"?"
. m.
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