People in the Middle Ages, draw cards to get promoted

Chapter 189 The Battle of the Demon Hunters

On the bell tower of the church late at night, the cold wind gushed in from the windows.

Lothar stood by the window, his black cloak was blown high by the wind, revealing the dragon head emblem embroidered with gold thread.

He looked down at the man walking slowly by the night, turning his head three times at a step, and looking around.

Sneaky, it does look like it has ulterior motives.

"My lord, you are right, his goal is indeed the Cathedral of the Holy Sepulchre."

Anahad looked serious, and continued: "This time, we must not let him run away again, let's do it immediately!"

"Well, good, but you have to go first."

Anahad was stunned for a moment, and asked in doubt: "It's just me?"

Lothar nodded: "Didn't you say that he is not your opponent? Let me see your demon hunter skills."

With his always cautious temperament, when he doesn't know the strength of the enemy, he is rarely willing to go straight up.

In case this demon hunter has actually accommodated the abyssal demon, he is likely to suffer severely under the premise that Jeanna is not by his side.

At the very least, there must be room for a buffer.

Anyway, he has no friendship with Anahad.

Anahad was stunned, nodded and said: "If he wants to escape, you must stop him, sir, and kill him as quickly as possible, because if he is in a desperate situation, he may release demons."

Lothar nodded and said, "Don't worry, he won't have this chance."

The four left the top of the tower and rushed down.

halfway.

Lothar saw that the monks on duty at the Church of the Holy Sepulchre, hearing the movement, were hurriedly picking up their cloaks to cover something up.

Looking at the corner that was not covered by the cloak, there is clearly a Gwent card based on him scattered.

Lothar frowned, and Archbishop William really didn't take his advice to heart.

The group of monks who were watching the night in the tower, not only did not raise their vigilance, but were playing cards and deserting.

He didn't know whether he should be angry or sigh.

In the Holy Land, the influence of the Gwent card is rapidly rising, and is spreading back to the Continent, the Eastern Empire, and the Ayyubid with the sailors who like to throw their salaries in the tavern.

Even the highly exclusive Armenian and Caucasian mountain people have come into contact with this interesting form of entertainment.

If you can't afford a deck, in a lively tavern, watching the excitement with a glass of beer is also a very good entertainment.

"Go and ring the bell. The thieves have come to the Church of the Holy Sepulchre. Let the clergy and knights of the church be on guard."

Lothar gave instructions to these nervous-looking monks, and then continued to follow Anahad and rushed down.

...

In front of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher.

The hooded man who was quietly coming to the wall with his head down, popped out his sharp claws with both hands, piercing the wall, as easily as cutting cheese.

Just about to climb up, the man suddenly froze.

"Hannah, stop it."

The man in the hood turned his head, revealing a somewhat youthful appearance.

"Anahad!"

His face darkened: "It's all here now, do you still want to stop me?"

"You should know what I'm for? The power of a werewolf is not enough to make me revenge—that's the blood debt of our whole family!"

"Stop it, Hannah, give up this crazy idea, and return to the school with me—the demon hunter, it is impossible to deal with all the monsters, give up revenge."

Anahad said in a deep voice: "I just feel a little powerless to accommodate a mid-level vampire. You actually want to incorporate an abyss lord into your body. You are simply crazy!"

Hannah retorted, "So Anahad, how did this abyss lord end up being sealed in a box by our predecessors?"

Anahad was slightly taken aback.

Hannah sneered and said, "If the previous demon hunters can obtain such power, so can I. You, as well as those old antiques in the school, simply underestimated the upper limit of the demon hunter. In order to survive for a few more years, you are stubborn and stubborn. Conservative, where is the enterprising spirit of the ancestors?"

Two white fangs protruded from the corners of Anahad's mouth, and a thick blood filled the air: "Hannah, you have lost yourself in order to gain power."

"Ah."

On Hannah's face, the black hair grew wildly, and the bones and muscles creaked and creaked.

"Anahad, I am grateful to you for taking care of me, but no one can block my path. Only the power of the abyss lord can deal with another abyss lord!"

Hannah's snout stretched forward, and his eyes turned into brown vertical pupils of beasts, emitting a breathtaking green light in the darkness.

"Go to hell, Anahad, I will commit suicide to you after completing my revenge."

Hannah let out a suppressed growl, kicked his legs on the wall, and bounced his body towards Anahad like a cannonball.

The blood on Anahad's body fluctuated, and the last trace of blood on his face had disappeared. A pair of fleshy wings exuding a rotten aura pierced the linen shirt on his body and stretched out.

Sharp claws stretched out, and his body became even more muscular. In terms of size, he was not inferior to the werewolf Hannah opposite.

boom!
The two collided and fought hand to hand like two ferocious beasts.

At the same time, the bell of the Church of the Holy Sepulcher rang suddenly, awakening the whole of Jerusalem.

...

Fringira joked, "Tsk, the vampires in this world are really barbaric."

Lothar, who was watching the battle, said with a serious expression, "What do you think of this witcher?"

Whether it is agility or reaction speed, these two demon hunters are above him.

Although his mental power could catch the opponent's movements, his body couldn't keep up.

If he used all his cards, he would probably only be able to deal with one of them without using the Holy Lance.

From this point of view, Fringila and Hannya should be able to crush these two demon hunters.

Lothar felt a little relieved.

As long as this demon hunter named Hannah doesn't release that abyss lord from the sealed item with the intention of dying together, he can fully handle this situation.

Fringila rarely showed a look of great interest: "Interesting! After liberating the power of the demons, they are almost no different from real monsters, but they usually look like normal people."

"It's definitely worth starting a new topic for me—my lord, let's take this Anahad home and dissect it?"

Lothar said angrily: "Don't talk nonsense, this Anahad didn't offend me, and he's not a villain, how could he be dissected for no reason."

Banruo shook his head and said: "Although they usually look like normal people, in fact they just look like that. Their inner core has been eroded severely. The more frequently they use the power of monsters, the more the erosion will spread. The harder it gets, sooner or later their bodies will become indistinguishable from monsters."

Lothar frowned: "It is commendable to be able to preserve sanity for a long time under the premise of using demon power."

"indeed."

Prajna agreed: "My lord, you can ask Anahad for this secret technique to strengthen mental power after the battle."

Lothar nodded: "I will remember."

As a demon hunter, if he could isolate the influence of the dragon bloodline on him, he wouldn't need to add attribute points to his mental power every time he leveled up.

The fighting was fierce, the ground was cracked, and earth and rocks were flying.

The movement soon attracted a group of well-armored city guards.

"who?"

(End of this chapter)