Yu Xingyue Hunts the Evil Me

On the wilderness trail, a team of more than a hundred people was moving quickly.

The sturdy war horse moved its hooves quickly, and the sound of the hooves sounded like thunder. The knights on horseback are all tall and wearing thick silver-white armor.

The person leading this cavalry was a slender and somewhat thin young woman.

The long dark green hair is tied into a ponytail, rippling as the horse jolts. The beautiful face is now as cold as ice and full of majesty, making people ignore its gender and age.

"Go faster!"

Curxiu issued the order, and you could feel the anxiety in his cold words. Following the master's order, the knight on his body faithfully carried out the war horse's neighing sound even more eagerly.

Beside Curxiu, there were people who left The girl with shoulder-length flaxen hair stared at the girl with short cat ears that were the same color as her hair....It shouldn't be said that the young man looked at Kurxiu in front of him worriedly.

He naturally sympathizes with the Lord's anxiety. No matter which kingdom or city-state lord he is, he will react like this when he learns that a group of witch cultists appear in his territory.

Wherever those heinous and heinous lunatics appear, they often represent a bloody storm.

Although Curio immediately gathered his troops and set off towards the injured village after receiving the news. But such a long time has passed, and in the style of the Witch Cult, I am afraid that the village has fallen.

Phyllis looked at the silver-haired old man on the other side of Curxiu. With his meticulous silver hair and clothes, he looked like an elegant gentleman. However, the old man also has a solemn expression now. Anyone familiar with Wilhelm knows that the sword demon is also extremely angry at this time. Angry at dangerous individuals who take people’s lives.

As the car accelerated all the way, not long after, the village on the uphill slope in the distance finally appeared in the eyes of Kurxiu and his party.

However, the view was not good.

Many houses in the originally beautiful village had signs of burning. From a distance, it looks like a lit torch, with thick black smoke rising into the sky.

"Damn it..."Kurxiu murmured.

The light wind wrapped around her brought messages from afar.

The rich smell of blood and the cry of the village name before death also carried the deep evil aura belonging to the witch cultists.

This means that she arrived too late, and her subjects may have died at the hands of the witch cultists.

Curxiu said no more, but the horse under his crotch did not stop at all.

Wilhelm and Phyllis beside her were also silent, along with the soldiers behind her.

It is their responsibility to protect the people of the territory, expel and judge other villains.

It was the lord's fault to fail to protect his people, but at least Crusch had to fulfill his duty as Duke of Karsten when it came to judging the villains.

Soon, Curio brought his retainers and subordinates outside the village.

The destroyed farmland, the corpses of the citizens lying on the roadside, and all the shocking scenes made Kurxiu close his eyes.

When she opened her eyes again, they were filled with indifference and solemnity.

The wind filling the atmosphere is still bringing information, and the rich smell of blood is also mixed with some kind of strange noise.

The culprits who caused this tragedy have not left yet, they are still in the village.

The group of witch cultists must be killed here to commemorate the people who died here, and also so that the rest of the people will no longer be harmed - in the name of Karsten.

The soldiers of Duke Karsten's family dismounted and began to enter the village under the leadership of Curio.

Bodies can be seen everywhere in the village, many of them still holding weapons tightly in their hands. Even though those weapons were just farm tools, one could still feel the determination of these villagers to protect the village.

Cruxiu knelt down, regardless of the blood stains, and smoothed the dead eyes of the villagers, and she continued to move forward with the team.

There were many corpses, including men, women, and children. This was exactly the way the Witch Cult behaved. They are a bunch of lunatics, without conscience or reason.

The team suddenly stopped, and among the corpses of the villagers, a corpse with completely different attire appeared, wrapped in a purple robe.

They are witch cultists.

Curxiu paused for a moment. The Witch Cult was full of lunatics, but they were also a group of capable lunatics. The believers generally master magic and killing skills. Although they are very rudimentary, they are not something ordinary people can handle.

After all, the world is so diverse. There are humans and many subspecies other than humans. Each race is inherently different in terms of physical fitness. Not to mention that there are gifts from the world and various innate blessings.

It seems that when villagers who have made a living from farming all their lives encounter such villains, they are almost massacred one-sidedly.

Without Cruciu opening his mouth, Phyllis had already stepped forward to conduct an inspection.

The cause of death of this witch cultist was very obvious. His entire face was sunken, and the purple hood was soaked in serum and turned into deep black.

When Phyllis lifted the hood, a bloody face appeared in front of everyone.

"Tsk, so miserable...No, it should be said that he deserves it. Phyllis said:

"Was it hit in the face by a thrown rock, or was it hit in the face by some kind of blunt object?"

"neither..."

An old voice interrupted Phyllis's words.

Wilhelm stepped forward, looked at the body at his feet, and said:

"He was hit in the face with a fist...It was originally intended to hit this guy's face, but the force of the fist was too great, so it directly shattered the witch cultist's facial bones."

"Such power is not something ordinary people can possess."

Listening to Wilhelm's analysis, Curio looked deeper into the village in thought. According to the information conveyed by the wind, the smell of blood was filled there, very strong. It seemed that there had been a fierce battle there, and It was almost over, or it was over.

After a brief pause, the army continued to move forward quickly, and the first corpse of the Witch Cult appeared in front of them one after another.

The results of the villagers' hard work, and the new corpses that appeared now proved that it was not the case.

The cause of death of the two witch cultists was still due to a severe impact on the neck.

, the entire neck and spine were broken; the other suffered a violent impact on the chest, the sternum was shattered and sunken, and the organs were destroyed by the huge force.

"The damage is still caused by bare hands"

"A horizontal fist swept the witch cultist's neck, and another..."

Wilhelm pondered:

"The other one should have been hit in the chest by an elbow."

"Judging from the positions of the two corpses, it seems that this witch cultist wanted to attack someone, but was killed instantly by the attack."

"A clean, one-shot kill."

Curxiu spoke at this time:"Does this mean someone is involved in this?"

"It looks like this. Wilhelm nodded slightly:"Besides, Lord Crusch, this person is by no means an idle person."

Although I have never seen it with my own eyes, I can still imagine the unparalleled fist style from the marks left on the body.