The Demon Hunter

The next day, Ke Luoyin was woken up by loud noises, the neighing of horses, the collision of weapons, and shouts that could not distinguish the actual meaning because they were mixed together. Luo Yin did not feel relaxed and comfortable after a good night's sleep. Instead, he suffered from a splitting headache like a hangover.Then there was a knock on the door - since the original bed was occupied by Ansel, the pastor arranged another room for Cologne.

Putting on clothes as quickly as possible and opening the door, Ansel was standing outside: "Breakfast is over, by the way, we have a new member."

"new member?"

"A new member who will definitely make most demon hunters, even those famous mercenary groups, jealous, a priest."

"Pastor John? No... that Evan trainee pastor?"

"Don't be too picky, buddy, novice or not, he's a priest after all, isn't he? Those heads are counted too, and you should cheer, we've done almost half a year's work in a month—eight One-headed hellhounds count as eight, two double-headed ones count as two, three double-headed ones count as four, and one succubus head counts as five.”

"The church's scoring system is fairly fair." This was even a bit beyond Coloin's expectations. He thought that no matter how many heads, as long as they were cut from one thing, they counted as one, but now it seems that these Points will also change according to the danger and strength of the monsters killed.

"Don't think that all of them are like this." Ansel patted him on the shoulder, showing a "you are too naive" expression, "Although you and Lance are indeed very lucky, even if the pastor in the church , not all of them are just and good people. So, stay alert, or even if you survive the worst battlefield, you will die in what seems to be the safest peace. I don't want that to happen, at least when I watch You two don't want to this year."

"Okay, I understand." Cologne nodded, and they had already entered the kitchen.Lance was already sitting at a not-so-spacious square table. The young pastor, Evan, who became their new member, changed his clothes. It was still a white sackcloth with the church logo, but it was tighter and more suitable for activities. , or go out.

Evan was taken aback when he saw Cologne, and then looked at Ansel suspiciously.

"Cologne, you've seen it a long time ago, haven't you? His bloodline is a bit special, this is his non-combat state." Ansel said.

So Evan's gaze immediately returned to Coloin, but it was not the curious and adoring positive gaze from yesterday. Curiosity was still there, but there were still doubts, injuries, fear, resentment, and even disgust.

"Then, the legend is true, all demon hunters are...half demons?"

It seems that they are trainee pastors. Not only is there a gap in ability, they have only stepped into the threshold of the church, and they know little about the internal secrets.

"Little guy." Ansel straightened up and pointed at Evan, "You are just a little guy, so now I forgive you and give you a chance to adapt. But, you know, in this team, Ansel Bill and Lance are far more dependable than I am - yes, Lance is too - and as you saw yesterday, one of them got us to safety here, and the other was terribly wounded from heroic fighting Die! How did you see them back then, heroes, didn't you? They are still heroes now, and that doesn't change because their blood is mixed with demon blood, elf blood, and even troll blood! "

The "little guy" Evan was obviously frightened. The simple child blushed, and after being at a loss for a moment, he lowered his head and said, "I'm sorry, Ansel." Then he raised his head and glanced at Cologne and Lan S, "I'm sorry..."

Lance blinked with a puzzled look on his face. He probably didn't understand what happened, but since someone said sorry to him, according to his understanding and rules, he should say, "It's okay."

"It's okay." Of course Cologne said the same.

After breakfast, they began to prepare for their departure.They got another carriage, and Pastor John gave Ansel a spice that could temporarily mask the smell of the hellhounds. As long as they touched the horses' noses, they could pull the carriage quietly, so they didn't have to bother Cologne any more. up.Including the little priest, all these gifts were made while Cologne and Lance were asleep.

When they set off, Lance drove the relatively small carriage that carried their luggage and Evan's.Ansel drove the cart, while Cologne chose to sit beside him.

"Can you tell me what happened?" Compared to Lance, who obeyed orders honestly, Cologne knew that he was definitely a questionable baby who liked to ask questions.

"Don't you think my speech just now was wonderful, did you feel very moved?"

"Of course I was touched, it was the best speech I've ever heard. Now, can you tell me the answer?"

"Praise without sincerity." Ansel curled his lips, but he didn't continue to hide anything, "To become a priest, a trainee priest must not only accumulate knowledge and ability, but also travel for at least five years. This is still ten years old. Years ago, the tradition continued during the war phase. It was time for Evan to travel. Pastor John was worried about letting him go out by himself, and he was worried about letting him join those too famous mercenary groups. You know, he was worried that he would be The Huahua world is corrupted and so on. At this time, we appeared, and everything is logical."

Cologne remembered the old pastor's strange eyes yesterday, and it was because of this: "But he is so sure that we are good people and can take good care of that little guy?"

"In terms of age alone, he is even older than you."

"Why do you always like to divert the topic to irrelevant things?"

"Well, I asked that too, and Pastor John just said we were the best team he could find lately, or so it seemed, and he had to let Evan go."

"It turns out that pastors also gamble, and the bet is the fate of a child."

"Have you ever heard of anyone in this world who doesn't gamble? It's just that the methods are different, and whether they are conscious or not. Let's not mention these unappetizing things, we have a new task." Ansel held it with one hand With the reins, the other hand took out a letter from his bosom.

"What is this?" The letter was sealed in wax, and Coloin could only see the recipient's name on the envelope, as if it was received by a priest of a church in the Darkan Empire.

"A letter of recommendation for participating in an attack on a certain tomb after two months."

"what?"

"By the way, there is still a lot of common sense that you don't know." Ansel stuffed the letter back into his arms, "A tomb in the sense of a demon hunter. It's the same as a normal tomb, with the dead buried inside, but these dead can move, and all of them called undead creatures."

"A gathering place for the undead? Then of course the demon hunters will rush in to hunt, right? Why do I listen to you, as if getting this job is something we should be proud of?"

"I began to think that you were not so smart." Before Cologne could refute, Ansel continued, "A tomb is called a tomb because it is indestructible and cannot be completely destroyed. In other words, it cannot What is destroyed is not the tomb itself, but what is inside, a powerful undead that our abilities cannot kill."

"Are there undead that cannot be killed?"

"Of course, the person living here is a blood emperor."

Not all Kindred die from exposure to the sun, shattered hearts, or severed heads.If it is called the emperor, then it is indestructible, even if it turns to ashes, it just takes more time for it to come back to life again.

"I thought that the guys in this situation were either stuffed into purgatory or sealed away."

Undead creatures are not naturally generated, but created by some mages who were fascinated by research a long time ago. These mages are the first batch of undead mages. Therefore, demons can still return home. There is only a choice between sharing a home with the demons, or being sealed away in their true home.

"In fact, it is sealed, but its power will still leak out, and there are always some crazy people who can't figure out the situation, surrounding those seals."

"Understood." Cologne nodded, "Our task is not to kill an immortal monster, but to cut the weeds around him."

"Correct. But of course, before that, we still have a lot of preparatory work to do, such as figuring out what exactly caused your transformation, and then finding a substitute that can replace the succubus gland. The original one can at most Use it twice, and you still have a long fight. Sell the harvest. Train you more properly. Also, find a few more easy-to-handle imps to practice. Damn! I thought we could at least two easily Months!" Ansel cursed angrily.

Ignoring his thoughts, Cologne found a fairly comfortable position, laying backwards among the corpses of a cart.Although demonic creatures are not perishable after death, they are not even on the menu of mosquitoes in the above world, but the smell of sulfur, the smell of dried blood, and other smells that can't be explained are still mixed with a disgusting smell .But Cologne didn't vomit because of it. On the contrary, he quickly fell asleep in the bumpy car.

Maybe he grew up in the war and killing, or the war and killing have distorted him...