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The Devil’s Cage (Web Novel) - Chapter 1788: Snake
Chapter 1788: Snake
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Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation
The voice was clear and distinct.
When the voice sounded in her heart, Erin, who had fallen into despair, didn’t even hesitate.
“I am willing to!”
She screamed the words out, her pale face flush with excitement.
Right after her voice subsided, message after message popped up in the little girl’s head.
From the first vision of a fire, to the gold coins that came out from the burning fire, followed by the lively number 7 on the stack of gold coins.
When the figure whose wings covered the sky and had a black cloth blinding its eyes plus a small white flower in its hand appeared in the little girl’s mind, she had already knelt down and prayed.
“Oh the supreme lord!
Please hear our prayers, we will carry out your will, bow to your greatness and bear your name, you will shed your light on the world and everything we have is a gift from you…”
The prayers came out from the little girl’s mouth.
The giant hand grabbing her suddenly froze mid-air, and when the prayers came, the giant hand vanished!
No! Not vanished! It was sliced into smithereens!
Small chunks of meat scattered all over the ground.
The messy slum instantly fell into silence.
Then…
“Oh the supreme lord!
Please hear our prayers, we will carry out your will, bow to your greatness and bear your name, you will shed your light on the world and everything we have is a gift from you…”
More and more loud prayers sounded, and this time it wasn’t just Erin alone. The other residents of the slum also started praying.
These people who survived the onslaught of the pagans were like drowning victims holding onto the last straw of survival. All Bloody Mary did was give them a little guidance and they willingly joined the Mist religious sect.
With guidance from Bloody Mary, these slum residents started to gather around the epicenter of the explosion and soon, hundreds of them were here.
Anderson, who rushed to the scene earlier on and engaged in some battle with the pagans, heard the content of the prayers and couldn’t help but raise a brow.
Though he did not stop them from praying.
Snake Sect Demon Hunter and the Mist religious sect had many unsevered ties, he knew about that.
As a Wolf Sect Demon Hunter, he was not in a position to say anything, similar to how he would never force others.
He too wouldn’t take the fight to the Mist religious sect on his own.
As long as the Mist religious sect stayed away from the pagans, he wouldn’t do anything about it.
Should the sect mix up with the pagans?
The old hunter’s eyes were cold as he thought of Silent Night Secret Society and War God Temple.
Kill!
The cold presence ushered the old hunter to raise his hand.
Sou!
Another dagger flew out and pierced the strange looking jackal’s throat, spinning around its neck and then decapitating the entire head.
The one-eyed strange bird who managed to sneak up on the old hunter hadn’t even landed its attack on him and its body was perforated by another dagger.
The two daggers were like the best hunters under Anderson’s control, reaping the vile souls of the pagans around him.
However, there were far too many pagans. Or more precisely, the monsters infected by the pagans were too many.
As a Demon Hunter, Anderson knew that if they couldn’t locate the source, these monsters would pop up endlessly.
However, the pagans hid it very well. They had planned for a long time and wouldn’t simply just expose their whereabouts.
Besides, all this commotion in the slum should be just bait!
Releasing this many infected, what they were after weren’t just destroying a mere slum. The plan was to destroy the slum as bait so that it could lure out those two in the dark, God of War and Lady Calamity!
It was without a doubt that the two of them were the main targets.
The old hunter who knew what was going on controlled his daggers in a flurry, reaping the monsters left and right.
The daggers flew quicker and quicker.
He knew those two would never care about the people. These people in the slums were like grass to them, whether dead or alive, both were the same to them.
If all the people died, they could just get another batch.
‘The most praiseworthy traits of human beings is their ability to reproduce and the instinct to forget the past!’
It was once said by those bastards of Silent Night Secret Society.
Anderson was reluctant to admit it at first, but he eventually had to because it applied to reality most of the time.
Regardless of right or wrong, he wanted to protect the people.
Why?
Because he was a Demon Hunter!
“KILL!” A powerful shout sounded.
The two daggers were like comets grazing all over the slum.
A dozen monsters that failed to dodge them were cut into half by the lightning fast daggers.
The old hunter stood in front of the people and carried out his beliefs with his actions.
Was it lonely?
A little.
Was it painful?
Yes
But…
“Ellie! Ellie! Where are you! Ellie!”
Outside the slum area, Sivalka’s voice traveled across the air. When the nervous and hurried armed deacon found the little girl squashed among the people, he heaved a breath of relief.
He then stood beside the old hunter.
The old hunter curled up his lips slightly.
How could a Demon Hunter not be lonely?
Traveling in the wild, traversing in darkness, hunting monsters and lingering on the edge of death.
How could a Demon Hunter feel no pain?
No understanding from people, no praise, no admiration, only doubt and suspicion.
But!
It was worth it! It was all worth it!
Every timewhen Anderson was on the brink of giving up, an idiot would always appear beside him, therefore he held on.
“Sir Anderson, what should we do next?
“What should we do? Kill!”
The old hunter showed a smile and replied to Sivalka calmly.
At the next moment, the two daggers flew out again.
Sivalka got stunned for a moment before he too dashed out.
He didn’t know what was wrong with him. His head was boiling with worries and when he realized it, his body had brought him here.
He heaved a breath of relief when he saw Ellie was safe.
Maybe that glass of warm water was a little too warm, to the point that it warmed his heart and mind.
‘Whatever, staying warm is always better than staying cold.’
A cold person was referred to as a dead person; Sivalka was still alive, so he was very warm and in order to live longer and stay warmer, he ought to fight hard!
Puk!
The dagger left a cut on a giant’s back. When the giant tried to grab him, Sivalka dived down and reached for the giant’s leg, slicing the giant’s ligaments and ankles before he went for the second one.
He didn’t directly kill the giant, but the cut created an effective obstacle for the monsters.
The obstacles allowed the two flying daggers to reap the monsters’ lives much easier.
“Not too shabby,” praised Anderson.
The praise came from the bottom of his heart, as he could tell Sivalka had spent some effort in his technique. Although it was by no means a fancy technique, it was simply and effective.
The old hunter then glanced over to the military camp further away.
The slum area had plunged into total chaos, yet the military camp was still silent. There wasn’t even a squad of patrolling soldiers at the scene.
“Hmph!”
The old hunter coldly grunted as thoughts came into his mind.
It was almost certain that the lack of attention to the scene was related to those two.
That king wasn’t a quiet person by any means.
Or should it be that all kings were not quiet people?
As for Edatine VI in particular?
He had an extra sense of ruthlessness.
Sensing the evil presence coming closer, the old hunter looked extra heavy.
It wasn’t any evil presence, it was a pagan that had completed descension and it wasn’t just one… there were 3 together!
‘Is it time to use that technique?’
The old hunter was rather reluctant with his thoughts.
But right after that, his expression changed again because the three presences of the descended pagans vanished into thin air.
All that was left were… snake hisses.
