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Chapter 582 The Storm Is Coming (Part [-])

A group of crows jumped over the dead branches, fluttering their wet wings and filling the night sky with piercing cries.

Thunderbolts blazed the downpour, and they exploded in the clouds, leaving the spiky towers gleaming indistinctly.The grinning stone sculpture squatted quietly at the side foot of the steeple, and the moss-overgrown godless stone eyes overlooked the shadow of the robe passing by below. The rainwater gathered on its ferocious jaw and dripped on the diffuse reflection of the hunter's shawl——

Snapped!
Brown boots kicked up the puddles, sending them splashing and melting into the dark engulfing rainstorm.The hem of the coat fluttered in the strong wind, like the afterimage of a ghost, merged with them into the shadow of Central City, until another thunderbolt bloomed behind the bloody building——

Minster Great Library.

Court of the bloodthirsty, den of ancient knowledge, grave of mortals.

A small team stopped at a deserted street corner, which was the periphery of the Great Library of Minster.Just walk through an up-stepped alleyway to see the ornate decoration with wicked spikes and bat carvings.

"The day has finally come..."

The hunter pulled down the thick leather sewed one-piece mask, looked up at the magic cave above the black stairs, and took out a flat flagon.

The sound of the copper and steel caps colliding and twisting was drowned out in the rain. Like him, the rest of the team took out a flagon:
"To Arzak."

"To Arzak."

"To ourselves, too."

The cloth rubbed against the sound of rain and bumped against each other until the wine jugs were back in their arms.

"It's really strong wine...Maybe in this life, I can only drink it once."

"Yeah... If Gray Fox could join our team last night..."

"Okay, no more gossip."

The leading captain pulled off his jumpsuit mask—it was Bags.

"This is not an ordinary witch hunt. This is a war, a real war. We don't have field doctors like Gray Fox, or the entire Evil Slayer Alliance. We are just facing a mortal war in our usual state. Demon hunting war."

"So cheer up your spirits, let me repeat our mission again..."

Alzak's rescue operation began, and even Bags was naturally dignified.He recounted the mission content over and over again, constantly checking whether the team members understood, his voice was trembling.

"Boss... You said it so many times, are you afraid?"

Thin laughter came, and Bags paused:
"Scared, no one is not afraid. Look up at the darkness that even the dark clouds block, who is not afraid?"

The surroundings suddenly fell silent, only the sound of rain washing away everything, and a thunderclap, illuminating the bright red on Baggs' arm——

"Boss, are you injured?!"

"Damn it... I didn't notice it unless you told me. It should be the bloodthirsty man I met on the road just now..."

This is a stronghold for the bloodthirsty, and anyway, there's no reason to bleed until it's too late, they'll smell it.

……

……

"Bags was a few minutes late. They were out of luck. They just bumped into a stray bloodthirsty person, not from the Secret Party." On the high tower, Quinn put down the binoculars in his hand.

"After all, on a night like this, it's not just us who have crooked ideas, but also those outliers who don't belong to the secret party." A hunter interjected, looking at the black-haired hunter.

Turing, wrapped in a poncho, put away the wet stack of papers in his hands.The trio of Harvest Priests was not far away, and their two teams were traveling together, but he was taciturn. Except for Quinn and his two team members, he never spoke to any other hunters.

"It's still early, we have to wait until other teams have cleared the way to enter the big library. If you really can't remember, you can take a few more glances." Quinn's voice came from the side.

Turing shook his head.

After yesterday's meeting, Turing didn't go out again, and obediently stayed inside the branch of the Evil Breaking Alliance to recuperate until this moment.

Ten teams entered the central city of Westminster under the cover of heavy rain and darkness, and the Great Minster Library was right in front of them.The heartland of the bloodthirsty regime, the nightmare of the city of London.

Of course, it was a nightmare unknown to ordinary people in this world.

"Don't underestimate my memory. I'm just wondering, do we have an internal response among the bloodthirsty people? Otherwise, it can't explain the thoroughness of this information. But if I think right, even if there are ordinary people in this building, it must be full of blood." Servant." Turing came to Quinn's side, overlooking the periphery of the large library under the pouring rain.

The shawls in the shadows were flitting, and they got into the outer duty booth, and the hunting gear pierced the sleeping blood servant inside.

The demon hunter's understanding of the Great Minster Library is beyond Turing's imagination. The information accurately pinpoints six patrol routes and detailed schedules, and also includes the internal structure of the entire Minster Library, such as entering the underground blood pool method of prison.

"There are always some accidents in the world. Under the big library, the bottomless blood pool prison, it is said that the sinners of the Vanjo clan were once imprisoned in the deepest part. Our people play the role of servants in that prison , there is still a lot of information that cannot be passed on, and his help is needed after entering. There are also many demon hunters, who are loyal followers of Arzak, and they are willing to inquire about information for Arzak, even if they pay their lives. No hesitation." Quinn explained.

"I heard that he is the spiritual leader." Turing took out a flat flagon from his arms.According to hunters, it is a must drink before a deadly witch hunt.The liquid contained inside is called "Arzac's Strong Brew", which is like a farewell to each other.

And drinking it before the operation to rescue Arzak, the high alcohol was endowed with a deeper meaning.

"Not just a spiritual leader." Quinn glanced at the jug in Turing's hand, "In a sense, he is the next chapter leader. A hunter in blue, his homemade witch hunting wine was crowned by hunters. In his own name. The banner in the branch hall was woven by himself. From these alone, you can understand his position in the branch and even the entire Evil Slayer Alliance. What's more, now only he knows how to find Accrasia... ..."

"Half." A voice from the rain briefly interrupted their conversation.It was Father Harvest, with a low and hoarse voice coming from under the bandaged mouth mask.

The efficiency of those eight teams was astonishingly high.

The Great Minster Library belongs to the current royal family, and the royal family is Remer, who is currently the most prosperous existence among all the clans.

"The monastery needs guards at the inquiry meeting of the Secret Party, even if it's just a formality. From this point of view, the Ripper did a good job, that's all." Quinn glanced at the Big Ben Abbey a few blocks away , where steam lamps glow in the rainy night.

"here we go."

As the last Blood Warrior on the periphery turned into ashes in the rainy night, everyone tensed up under Father Harvest's voice.

He lifted the scythe and turned his gaze to Quinn: "It's our turn."

Quinn glanced around, saw the expressions in the shadows, and took out the jug:

"To Arzak."

"To Arzak."

Doing as the Romans do, Turing let the jug dip his lips.But Father Harvest watched all this with cold eyes, standing with his two hunters like a stone statue in the rain.

Quinn dropped the flagon and took a deep breath.The unsheathed jagged rapier swept away the rain.

Thunder suddenly appeared, and countless black shadows jumped down from the steeple.

　……

I stopped for so long because of severe insomnia, which was quite painful.

The update will resume this month, and it will be updated every day as before. There is no guarantee of about 14 words a month, but it should be no problem to update it to about [-] words this month.

It couldn't be any worse than last month.

Because I am still adjusting my schedule, I will be very sleepy in the afternoon.

I reorganized the day's outline today, and it took several hours. I was sleepy when writing the text this afternoon, and that's all.

　
(End of this chapter)