It's a hell game, who can still be a human being?

Chapter 264: The Chief Hunter and Grand Patriarch of the Church

A man carrying an unsheathed greatsword walked into the hall, his eyes fixed on the main altar of the church.

On each level of the main altar, there are symmetrical statues wearing hooded robes, all of which have their hands raised as if praying for something.

Only the statues on the top floor are different.

It was a headless statue, holding a bottle in its hand and pouring some liquid down.

On the lowest level opposite the bottle, which is also the table in the center of the entire main altar, there is a human skull.

A man in a white hooded robe was kneeling in front of the skull with his hands clasped together as if in prayer.

A few strands of silver hair fell from the hood and fell on slender pale fingers.

"Grand Patriarch Amelia."

The man shouted.

"Ah, Maestro Beethoven."

The woman responded softly, as if waking from a dream.

"Are you okay?"

The church's chief hunter asked with concern.

"I'm fine, Master. The wisdom of Grand Master Dickins has always protected me."

Amelia said calmly.

"That's good."

Beethoven nodded without asking any further questions.

He is the sharpest sword of the church, a sword that only needs to kill the enemy without too much thinking.

Archbishop Amelia was the brains of the Blood Healing Church, and he believed in her wisdom.

"How's the situation outside?"

Amelia asked.

"Everything is under control. The spread of the beast disease this time is more serious than last time, but we also have more manpower and supplies than last time."

Beethoven replied.

After forty years, he still looked like a middle-aged man, except for a few more wrinkles and a few more white hairs.

As the chief hunter of the church, the "blood therapy" he received was naturally of the highest level, and he naturally obtained the most "blood essence" from hunting.

"Very good. The church and I both believe in you, Master Beethoven. As long as you and your knights are here, humans will eventually defeat the beasts."

Amelia said gently.

"This is my duty and my honor."

Beethoven put his hand on his chest.

Amelia was about to say something when footsteps suddenly came from outside.

A church hunter carrying a broadsword similar to Beethoven's walked to the door, but did not come in. He just looked at Beethoven's back.

"what's up?"

Beethoven turned and asked.

"A mobile team reported that they had spotted a strange outsider."

The church hunter lowered his head and replied.

"Strange stranger? Let's go outside and talk so as not to disturb the Archbishop's contemplation."

Beethoven glanced at Amelia and said.

"It doesn't matter, Master Beethoven, let's talk here. I also want to hear some news from outside."

Amelia shook her head slightly.

"Yes, Grand Master Amelia. Go on."

Beethoven nodded his chin at the church hunter.

"There was a strangely dressed stranger wandering around the city, with a local middle-aged man and little girl as guides."

The church hunter said.

"A middle-aged man and a little girl? Have their identities been confirmed?"

Beethoven frowned.

"The identity of the middle-aged man has not been confirmed, but the little girl should be Father John's daughter."

The church hunter replied.

"Father John."

Beethoven was stunned for a moment.

He knew that this young man was a very capable and virtuous man, and was an excellent hunter. He had even tried to recruit him into his own team, but unfortunately they had different beliefs and he was unsuccessful in the end.

"Were they coerced by that stranger?"

Beethoven asked again.

"It seems not. Father John's daughter even took the initiative to hold the other's clothes. She seemed to be very dependent on him."

The church hunter said.

"So what are they doing in town? Just wandering around?"

Beethoven said with some doubt.

"It's not clear, they will use persuasion or coercion to open the door of the residents' house, but they will not carry any extra supplies when they come out."

"And according to the hunters' identification, they basically enter places like shops or food stores."

The church hunter looked even more confused than he was.

“Did they harm the residents?”

A trace of anger flashed across Beethoven's face, and the big sword behind him seemed to sense his anger and glow slightly.

He admired the ancient knight heroes and demanded chivalry from himself and his subordinates. What he hated most were those despicable people who harmed civilians.

"No, the hunters didn't hear any screams or smell any blood."

The Church Hunter shook his head.

".So they broke into the residents' doors just to satisfy their weird fetishes?"

Beethoven said somewhat speechlessly.

"That's not the case. According to the hunters' subsequent inquiries, those residents did sell them supplies, but we don't know how they hid them."

"Is that so? Did they find our people?"

Beethoven asked.

"I think he discovered it. The stranger waved his hand towards where the hunters were hiding, but other than that, he didn't make any other moves."

The church hunter replied.

"Is this a provocation? Interesting."

A hint of smile flashed across Beethoven's vicissitudes of life eyes.

After fighting the beasts for so many years, even though his will remained noble and firm, he inevitably became a little numb.

This sudden appearance of strange stranger aroused a hint of curiosity in him.

"Did they encounter any wild animals?"

Amelia, who had been silent, suddenly spoke.

The church hunter did not answer immediately, but looked at Beethoven first.

The hunters of the church also have several factions, and this hunter is the "Holy Sword" hunter directly under Beethoven.

As for Amelia, the highest-ranking Archbishop of the church, she naturally also has her own military force.

In response to his subordinates' questions, Beethoven nodded imperceptibly.

"They encountered a wild beast, respected Patriarch Amelia."

The "Holy Sword" hunter replied immediately.

"So how did it perform?"

Amelia asked softly.

"Very strong. That outsider was able to subdue the dog beast with his bare hands, and the hunters could hardly see the movement of his sword swinging."

The "Holy Sword" hunter replied after a moment of silence.

"what?!"

Beethoven looked shocked, and Amelia's body trembled slightly.

The mobile team is composed of subordinates trained by Beethoven himself. They are responsible for patrolling the entire At. Each of them is a powerful hunter who has experienced many battles.

Even they couldn't see the other party's knife-wielding movements clearly, so how fast was that outsider?
"Does he have one?"

"No, there is no smell of blood on his body, and he is only interested in severely beastly beasts. As long as those slightly beastly residents do not actively attack him, he will choose to ignore them."

The "Holy Sword" hunter knew what Beethoven wanted to ask.

"A foreigner who has not undergone 'blood treatment' but can subdue a dog beast with bare hands?"

A sharp light shone in Beethoven's eyes.

"Send someone to contact the other party, Master Beethoven. If he is willing, invite him to the church."

He was about to say something, but Amelia spoke before he could.

(End of this chapter)