A strong impact hit him through the stone bricks of the door. For a moment, his body lost all consciousness. Then the numbness gradually subsided, and strong pain was released from every inch of flesh and blood, like spreading poison, spreading throughout the whole body.

The body was thrown high and hit the wall hard, leaving a trail of blood on the gray wall before falling to the ground.

He coughed up blood, scratched feebly with his hands, and tried to stand up, but his bones seemed to have been broken by the impact, and he could only squirm feebly on the ground, expanding the blood stains under his body.

His ears were full of noise, torturing his consciousness. He reluctantly raised his head, his vision was blurred by blood, and he could only see large patches of color shaking in front of his eyes.

Golden, bright red, gray...

It seems that a crazy painter is painting here, mixing the countless colors into a twisted chaos, exuding bursts of extremely cold malice.

"Hahaha……"

After coughing up blood forcefully, his breathing finally became smoother. He took a big breath, forcing his lungs to expand and inhale fresh oxygen.

His consciousness became much clearer, and the same pain became more and more clear. He stretched out his hand and grabbed randomly, and finally caught the broken nail sword among the gravel and dirty blood.

He leaned on the ground and tried hard to lift his body, but he couldn't find the strength.

The right foot was broken in the impact just now, and the ankle was twisted backwards. Among the bloody flesh, you can even see the bones piercing the skin.

"Hey! How are you!"

He vaguely heard someone calling his name, but his mind was in chaos and he had no time to think so much.

Soon the shouting also disappeared, and was covered by another distorted and evil sound. It poured into his ears like running water, evenly covering his eardrums, constantly shaking his nerves.

"damn it!"

He cursed and tried to cover his ears, but he had no energy left to do this and could only endure the torture.

The evil sound seemed like a majestic movement from hell. It was very light at first, like a woman singing softly in the night, but soon the sound became louder and louder. As time went by, there were more and more voices.

The instruments and musicians joined in the performance, and the hot lava and bloody bones rushed towards the face.

For a moment, he even had the illusion that he was in hell, and then he smiled bitterly. No, this was not an illusion, he was already in hell.

There was a harsh sound of friction between metals, and there was some kind of tearing sound in it, like sharp claws tearing flesh and blood in half. The reverberating sound, he could even feel the hot sound from this sound.

The feeling of blood spreading on your face.

"stand up!"

Someone was yelling at him. Looking towards the sound, he could see a gray block of color, shaking violently, as if he was fighting something.

The sharp corner of the broken sword in his hand shattered under the pressure of his body, leaving a deep scratch on the ground. Then the body that he finally raised fell down again. He took a deep breath, and this time he let go of the broken sword.

Sword, wiped his face vigorously, wiped away the blood that obscured his sight, and finally saw everything in front of him clearly.

Burning fires, endless fires, it seems that the whole world is burning, and it seems that the whole world and hell are overlapped, and the nightmare scenes are constantly turning into reality.

"Hold the door!"

Anthony roared, stepped forward, swung the nail sword and slashed into the demon's neck. Logically speaking, the flesh and blood body should be easily cut off, but this time the nail sword was blocked by the bone as hard as iron and got stuck.

In the flesh and blood.

The demon turned his head sideways, and his scarlet pupils opened from countless folds, reflecting Anthony's appearance like a mirror.

"Father Anthony!"

Seeing this, he shouted in surprise. Anthony glanced at him sideways, but shouted.

"I'm fine! Stand up!"

Pulling out the nail sword, vicious claws came towards him. Countless metal fragments were embedded in the thick arms, and some fabrics were barely restrained, giving him a tattered look.

Anthony ducked down to avoid the heavy blow, and the gray-white wall behind him cracked and was full of cracks.

The demon quickly retracted its fist, and the broken armor on its body made a crisp sound as its body swayed.

The silver bell sounded with the roar of a wild beast, and another heavy punch struck, causing the entire hall to shake violently and dust to fly.

Anthony dealt with it all with ease. Every time the fatal punch was about to smash him into pieces, Anthony staggered away like a feather, avoiding the death blow. At the same time, the nailed sword chased the gap.

The monster's body was left with wounds one after another deep enough to show the bones.

Seeing Anthony being so calm, the witcher was relieved for a moment, but then he became worried about himself.

With his hands on the ground and the wall, he stood up with difficulty. The secret blood surged in his body, driving away the pain bit by bit. It began to become more and more restless and hot, and the strong muscles began to regenerate, entangled in the broken bones.

The bones, under the pressure of huge force, reset the broken bones.

His pupils were blazing white, and the demon hunter could feel that he was getting closer and closer to the critical point. As a demon hunter, he knew very well what price would be paid to break through the critical point, but now he could not think of any other solution.

Can helplessly surrender my mind to the darkness.

The demon hunter gasped and looked at the figure fighting with the demon. He still remembered Anthony's teachings. As a new generation of demon hunters, they do not have the restrictions of the silver bolt, so they must control themselves. Without

In moments of deep despair, one must never step into taboos.

Is this a desperate time?

The demon hunter himself doesn't know much about it, but one thing he knows very well is that he himself is very hesitant and afraid of the existence in the dark, so he has not crossed the critical point for a long time, which has also led to his current state being so poor.

As long as you step into the darkness, these injuries will heal quickly, you will gain stronger strength, and you will drive these monsters away...

Countless words were whispered in his ears until a hand suddenly grabbed him.

"How are you!"

Anthony held the bloody nail sword and shouted at the witcher.

The roar awoke the demon hunter from his murmurings, and he nodded stiffly, as if he was belatedly aware of it.

"You're hurt! Get out of here first!"

Anthony continued to roar. In this situation, it seemed that only roaring could cover the evil music.

Amidst the fireworks and dust, the sound of fighting continued. Surrounding the Gate of Heaven, the Cathedral of Saint-Naro has become a bloody battlefield.

There are countless figures running around, and the situation looks dangerous, but the Cathedral of Saint-Naro is still under the control of the new order.

Anthony pushed the witcher, and then several Templar knights quickly ran over from behind. They picked up the injured witcher and took him away from here temporarily.

The demon hunter could only watch Anthony's figure gradually disappear. In the thick smoke, there were heavy knocks on the door, followed by violent fireworks erupting from the depths of darkness, overturning the sky again.

Several figures.

Ordinary soldiers and Templar knights died on the spot. The demon hunters were physically tough and could withstand the blow, but without the secret blood being fully released, such a heavy blow would not be comfortable for them.

The gray-white walls were completely covered with scarlet blood, and the numerous sculptures were also stained with blood. The corpse stood between the merciful Virgins, with blood flowing down the corners of its eyes.

The demon hunter watched all this go away until he left the Cathedral of Saint-Naro, the reddish night sky came into his eyes, and the bright moonlight fell, bringing a refreshing chill.

"doctor!"

The Templar knight put the witcher aside and shouted, and then the doctor, covered in blood, hurriedly came from the other corner and fell on the witcher.

"This will make you feel better."

The doctor was facing the light, and the witcher couldn't see his face clearly, but he could feel the rapidity of his breathing and the fear hidden in his words.

"What's this?"

The witcher asked in a difficult tone.

"Hallucinogens... probably, it can make you forget the pain in your body for a while."

As the doctor spoke, he injected the injection all along his neck, and then moved to his broken ankle.

"Are you going to operate on me? This time is not suitable for such a delicate operation."

The witcher tried hard to raise his head and took a breath of cold air.

The surrounding scenery was completely different from the familiar one in his memory. Raging fires were burning in the Seven Hills, demon hunters were fighting in the Saint-Naro Cathedral, and outside of this, the Templar Knights were also fighting demons in the city.

Fight.

After all, there are still a small number of fanatical believers hiding in the city, affected by the spreading erosion, and transformed into ferocious demons.

Just as he was watching all this, there was a roaring explosion in the Saint-Naro Cathedral behind him, violent vibrations, and the ground shook. The stained glass was broken one after another, and the curtains were blown out of the house by the strong wind.

, like arms dancing wildly.

The witcher looked at this magnificent church. Fireworks were released from it and poured out from the windows, like rotten wood burning inside, constantly heading towards collapse.

"This is indeed not suitable for precise surgery, but in fact you demon hunters don't need these."

The doctor cut off his pants, revealing his bloody right leg.

"Be patient."

As the doctor spoke, he took out tools, blood-stained iron pliers and hammers... and many other things that the demon hunter couldn't see clearly. If he didn't know his identity, the demon hunter would even think that the doctor was doing something to him.

torture.

Gritting his teeth, the doctor cut open his right leg. The removal process was very laborious. The demon hunter's secret blood did not stop, and the flesh and blood were still struggling to heal themselves.

The doctor felt like he was cutting an unknown monster with extremely strong vitality. If his scalpel had not been coated with a layer of holy silver in advance, the wound would have healed before he finished the operation.

Moreover, these flesh and blood are very hard and carry the force of squeezing.

The doctor removed the broken bones and reset the twisted bones. The doctor didn't care about stopping the bleeding. He didn't even suture the wound.
To be continued...