"Someone first discovered that the cemetery had been excavated. We thought it was a tomb robber, so we lurked there, but we saw a terrifying monster - 5-6 meters tall, with antlers, and bullets could not kill it!"
"The town's sheriff immediately reported it, and Hallest sent a gentleman, who easily eliminated the monster. However, a monster similar to this monster appeared again two days ago."
"It should be the child or companion of the previous monster!"
"However, please rest assured, I have already reported it, and Hallest will send someone to handle it soon!"
The mayor of the small town said with confidence.
Goethe nodded in apparent agreement.
But deep down in my heart, I already understood that this was one of the back-ups prepared by the tempter before.
A monster that was killed half a year ago.
Will a child or companion appear after half a year?
The monster himself didn’t believe this.
After lunch, Goethe and Silla were taken to the guest room to rest.
It's two guest rooms.
After expressing their thanks again, Goethe and Silla looked at each other and walked into their respective rooms.
Then, Silla climbed over the window and entered Goethe's room.
"The mayor lied."
Silla said as soon as she came in.
"Um."
Goethe did not object.
Although the other party most likely did not lie, but just concealed some important things.
For example: the number of deaths.
But this has nothing to do with him.
What he cares about is how the planner will use this monster to deal with him.
"Do you know anything about this monster?"
Goethe asked.
"Wendigo!"
"A man-eating monster with a deer head and a skeleton-like body wrapped in ice crystals. Not only is it unusually tall, but it also moves extremely fast, making it impossible for ordinary people to see clearly."
"This kind of monster usually only appears in the cold winter in the north, but it does not dig graves and eat corpses, but eats fresh food."
"So, the monster should have directly attacked the residents of the town instead of digging graves."
"But what's most concerning about it is..."
"Possessed by evil thoughts!"
Silla said, her face became serious.
"Possessed by evil thoughts?"
Goethe narrowed his eyes.
"Well, an ability that can possess ordinary people and seduce them into becoming the same kind. During the possession, the possessed person has a mind, but they side with the monster."
"Simply put, it means having reason but becoming cunning and without a bottom line."
Silla explained.
"Is there any way to prevent such evil thoughts from possessing me?"
Goethe continued to ask.
Silla glanced at Goethe strangely.
As the guardian of the 'Mad King's Legacy', how could you not know such a thing?
Could it be...
Test me?
Thinking in her heart, Silla immediately said more seriously.
"Ordinary people rely on their willpower not to eat meat, and can return to normal after a winter, but the 'extraordinary ones'?"
"A strong [heart] makes them fearless."
Silla said in a proud tone.
In her opinion, she is such a powerful 'super being'.
Although due to the special ceremony, she has not been able to exert her full strength, but when she changes qualitatively, she will definitely be able to stand at the pinnacle of this era - this is what her teacher told her.
Silla firmly believed.
Just like she firmly believes that whether she is facing a real Wendigo or an enemy who borrows the name of Wendigo, she can defeat the other party.
What's more, she also has a reliable helper.
Goethe Wein, the guardian of the ‘Mad King’s Legacy’!
A man who killed the ‘Mist Murderer’, played tricks on the ‘Flesh Church’, and took control of the entire situation in Luster!
He must be able to...
"Hey, Goethe, why are you packing your luggage?"
Silla looked at Goethe who was packing his luggage with a confused look on his face.
"The other party has already laid a trap, why should I jump in?"
Goethe asked rhetorically.
Silla immediately became more confused.
"If you don't jump in, why come to the town?"
"How about we just leave?"
This woman with multiple identities undoubtedly still did not react.
Goethe had to turn around and explain seriously.
"If we had just left directly, the planners here would definitely have tried their best to pursue us. Therefore, with a limited number of people, you and I came here to make the planners think that we have taken the bait and make the other party think that they have a sure chance of victory."
"As for Swart?"
"His departure will inevitably attract some attention from the planners and cause the other party to divide their forces to pursue him."
"And what we have to do is to join up with Swart before Swart is killed by those guys, and at the same time kill the pursuers chasing Swart, further weakening the opponent's strength."
Silla was stunned.
This fool never imagined that it would be so complicated.
After about a few seconds, Silla showed a smile.
"He is worthy of being the guardian of the 'Mad King's legacy'."
"I thought so too!"
The other party put his hands on his hips and said shamelessly.
Then, feeling somewhat guilty, he returned to the room and started packing his luggage.
…
Swart figured out the direction and headed straight for Hallestre.
But the sergeant wasn't moving fast.
It can even be said to be quite slow.
It's just like an outing, stop and go.
Drink water from time to time, and then look at the surrounding scenery.
If he hadn't been worried about being discovered, the police chief would have even wanted to take out a cigarette.
Although Goethe didn't say it explicitly, Swart knew what kind of person Goethe was. It was definitely not Goethe's style to jump in even though he knew that the other party might have a plan.
unless……
Goethe wanted to teach the other party a lesson.
Swart, who had collaborated with Goethe several times, really understood Goethe's style.
Of course, it would be better if he didn't act as 'bait'.
When he thought of his status as a 'bait', Swart felt sad from the bottom of his heart and couldn't help but sigh.
He just hoped that the organizer would slow down and Goethe would speed up.
Otherwise he really has to finish playing.
He checked the bullets in the revolver, and then touched the explosives hidden in his clothes - they were taken from the robber. Looking at these explosives, he felt very safe for some reason.
I just took advantage of it.
And now?
Feeling more secure.
Swallowing the snack in his hand, Swart took a sip of water and was ready to continue setting off.
It's quite a distance from the train.
However, it is not safe.
He needs to find a place to hide.
Preferably a hidden cave or something.
It would be even better if we could hide until dark.
What if it could arrive at dawn tomorrow?
That's victory!
At that time, Goethe would definitely be able to find him.
Swart used his hands and feet to get into the mountain forest in the north. Two hours later, when the police chief entered a dense forest, he couldn't help but breathed a sigh of relief. Compared to the bare mountains, this place was undoubtedly more suitable for hiding.
But the next moment, the sergeant's breath got stuck in his throat.
He saw a piece of wreckage.
The remains of human corpses.
It was torn into pieces and thrown into the open space of the dense forest like a rag doll.
The blood has long since dried up.
However, the police chief was certain that the body was incomplete.
Or to be precise, a considerable part of the ‘meat’ was lost!
Cold sweat ran down Swart's back.
The police sergeant almost pissed himself with fear.
He licked his diaper hard, turned around and ran away.
Although I don't know what's here, it's definitely not safe.
Must leave immediately!
However, after turning his head and running a few steps, the police chief had to stop.
Five people appeared in front of him with indifferent faces.
The gun in the opponent's hand was pointed at the police sergeant.
"Friend, do we have a misunderstanding?"
The sergeant smiled humbly.
"Are you Goethe Wein's traveler?"
the leader asked.
"You misunderstood, I don't know Goethe Wein."
The sergeant raised his hands as he spoke.
"Then why did you enter the special carriage?"
The other party continued to ask.
"I just saw that the young master needed help and wanted to earn some pocket money."
The police sergeant with his hands raised in the air was talking serious nonsense.
"Oh."
"You're talking nonsense!"
The other party sneered.
"Your Excellency, I didn't mean it! I really didn't mean to talk nonsense, I was just obsessed for a moment and wanted to go in and see if there was anything valuable! This is really my first time! Please forgive me!"
The police sergeant fell to his knees with a plop and burst into tears.
Looking at Swart who expected to get through.
The leader sneered again.
"Swart!"
The other party directly called out Swart's name.
It’s over!
The sergeant's heart sank, but on the surface he still looked like he was crying.
"Sir, what are you talking about?"
"I'm not Swart!"
"My name is Tevos!"
The police chief delayed as much time as possible while looking for a chance to survive.
His hand couldn't help but touch the explosive.
However, the leading gunman reacted faster.
Raise your hand to pull the trigger.
Then--
Woo!
A strong wind blew by.
The lead gunman who was about to pull the trigger just now disappeared.
Swart was stunned, and the remaining four pursuers almost instinctively raised their revolvers and pointed at the sergeant.
They thought it was the police chief who was responsible.
"You are not me!"
"Don't shoot!"
"Misunderstanding!"
Swart crawled there and shouted loudly.
Those four people didn't pay attention at all and just pulled the trigger.
The strong wind just now appeared again.
The four people disappeared just like the previous leader.
No!
He was kidnapped!
Swart vaguely saw a tall monster with antlers flashing in front of him.
"What kind of monster is this?"
As soon as this thought came to Swart's mind, he was knocked unconscious.
When the sergeant woke up again, he was hanging in a cave, surrounded by vines, and his hands were bound by the vines.
Beside him were the five gunmen from before.
The difference is that these five gunmen are already dead.
He is still alive.
"It's because they had guns and the monsters felt in danger, so they killed them!"
In an instant, Swart reacted.
But then, his face became even more ugly.
Sometimes, life is no better than death.
For example, this monster needs to stock up on fresh rations!
Or, eat it alive!
When he thought of this, Swart struggled violently.
Such a struggle attracted the monster's attention. When the deer-headed monster walked in, Swart immediately pretended to be dead.
Unfortunately, it's of no use.
The monster just stared at Swart.
Then, the monster got smaller little by little.
He turned into a human being covered in dirt.
The other party raised his hand and picked up a piece of flesh and blood, handed it to Swart's mouth, and said coldly——
"eat!"
Swart smelled the pungent smell of blood and immediately shook his head.
He also kept leaning back to keep himself further away from the piece of meat.
Although he couldn't tell exactly where the meat came from, Swart would never eat it.
Even if he starves to death, he will not eat his own kind.
He is not a good person.
Strictly speaking, he's still a bad guy.
But he is still a human being.
If you are a human being, you must have the dignity of being a human being.
Swart's look and refusal angered the monster.
The angry monster grabbed the sergeant off the vine, and the tough vine instantly wore away the skin of Swart's wrist. The monster's throat roared, and it opened its mouth full of fangs, but there was no
He took one bite and pinched Swart's mouth open, trying to stuff the piece of meat into Swart's mouth.
Swart wanted to grit his teeth, but facing the monster's power, he simply couldn't do it.
Seeing the flesh and blood getting closer and closer, Swart opened his mouth and cursed.
"I XXXX!"
Cursing loudly, Swart directly pulled open the fuse of the explosive hidden on his body.
The unique sound of the fuse alerted the monster, who dropped Swart and retreated.
Looking at the retreating monster, the police chief smiled.
He raised his bloody palm and raised his middle finger at the monster.
"Silly X!"
Then, the police chief shouted with all his strength.
"Goethe, come and save me, I'm really going to die!"
This is Swart's last struggle when facing the last moment of his life.
Just struggling.
Don't have any other ideas.
But, the next moment, an answer came from not far away——
