God-level Demon Hunter

Another two good sisters, Celia and Angulan, played rope skipping and hide-and-seek in the yard.

What a strange dream I had at night.

And for dinner, most of the time there are potatoes, turnips, radishes and the like, and meat can only be eaten once a month.

Gradually, the image of a black-haired little girl with a doll in her arms, bright eyes, sentimentality, and a strong heart became clear in the minds of the two witchers.

What both of them were most concerned about was that in these records, there was no longer the prayer "Rebioda above".

Instead, "they" are mentioned emphatically on the 1st of every month, and Pamela's description is full of fear and loathing of them.

Even later, "they" were directly referred to as fat pigs, a very insulting word.

The fat pig arrives at the temple on time on the 1st of every month and selects some children. This day is an out-and-out crucifixion day for the selected children. suffered some sort of devastation.

And Pamela herself is the unlucky ghost who is picked the most. Fortunately, she is a strong and sensible girl.

ironnically.

On the night of the 1st of every month, orphans can enjoy the rare meat.

For them, this is no less than the grace of the gods.

……

"Do you see anything?"

"Well, on the 1st of every month, the fat pig arrives at the temple in a carriage so that the children can eat meat."

Arkham took a deep breath, his voice was a little erratic,

"So this group of fat pigs will bring survival supplies to the Temple of Lebioda. This means that the temple can support so many mouths in the wilderness, not because of the believers in the Pine Forest area as Priest Daisy said before. donations and relief.”

Carl nodded, his handsome face became serious,

"The so-called fat pig actually refers to the rich and potbellied people in the city! But there is no love and support for no reason. The fat pig paid for supplies and 'things' that made old Sister Xiny smile, then What will the children of the temple have to pay for being selected?"

What do the rich want from the helpless orphan?

"They have neither profound knowledge, nor extraordinary skills and survival skills. What they have is..."

"Stop talking! This is just a guess, there is no conclusion yet!"

Arkham quietly clenched his fists and retorted emotionally.

The moonlight illuminated his livid face, and he was faintly aware of some dirty and unbearable possibilities. After all, although he was not very old, he ignorantly understood some things that did not belong to him in Lambert's daily bragging. At this age, it is hard for teenagers and girls in adolescence to blush and blush.

"How could the priest of Lebioda, in front of the holy temple and his own belief, do such absurd, shameless, and beastly behavior!"

"Then keep reading."

……

1265. 5, 4

A fair lady visited the temple with two men as strong as stone, and stayed long, often whispering to the old nun in the room all night long.

I later learned that the lady’s name was Daisy. She spoke softly, had the kind eyes and smile of a mother, and always cared for everyone. We all liked her very much. It would be great if Sister Shinne was like her.

……

"It seems that the priest of the god of ominous omens didn't tell a whole story of lies." Karl held his chin with his right hand, "They did come to the temple more than half a year ago."

"Hmm." Arkham inexplicably had an impossible expectation, hoping that things would turn around, and that the fat pig who hated gods and ghosts would disappear into Pamela's cloth strips.

The priest of the God of Omens will lend a helping hand to the orphan, proving himself like a witcher, not as evil as the legend says.

He couldn't wait to find the next cloth strip.

……

1265. 6, 1

I don't know what happened today, when the fat pig left, he took the old mother into the carriage.

Ms. Daisy, Uncle Bruzzi and Uncle Tino publicly announced that from now on, the Temple of Lebioda will be managed by them.

Everyone was overjoyed, and Odona's clothes were wet with my tears.

Long live Lady Daisy!

She cares about everyone like a mother, and she will definitely not let those fat pigs spoil us again.

I have a hunch that Lady Daisy will be our patron saint!

……

The word spoil basically confirms the reality that Arkham is unwilling to face.

Arkham's heart trembled, he gasped, and punched the ground hard,

"Bastard! Shinnie is a beast!"

Lonely and helpless children, abandoned by their families, hurt by fat pigs, and used by temple priests as a tool to make money.

The cloth strip remembered such an understatement, how much torture did Pamela endure before she became numb.

"She went into the city with the fat pig in a carriage, and she didn't die?" Carl's face was cold, which was completely contrary to their previous guess.

"What is her purpose in going to the city?"

The feeling of ominousness in the hearts of the two became more and more intense.

……

1265. 6, 3

Lady Daisy forcibly interrupted the daily morning prayers to the Prophet Lebioda, as we wished.

Praying to the Prophets is useless, no matter how pious, it has never protected anyone.

But I didn't expect that Ms. Daisy began to teach you some strange knowledge, often referring to pain, bad luck, and the net.

I am most impressed by one of the sentences-feeling pain, enduring pain and maintaining reason is a kind of talent, persevere, it will blossom and bear fruit in the web of fate.

I felt dark, gloomy, and dead from it, and everyone became a little scared, and didn't communicate much all day.

……

April 6

The two uncles knocked on the statue of the prophet on time every night, not knowing what they were doing.And their eyes also became scary, like hungry dogs looking after their homes.

Ms. Daisy taught you a complete set of prayers again—the Great Weaver rules over death and misfortune, we shout your honorable name, black Greba, Zolan Ah Tet, and implore you to open the endless Personality, accepting the Son of Pain (crossed out with force)...

She asked us to pray like this before the statue of the Prophet.

It didn't take long for my spirit to become very poor. I was often dizzy and had frequent hallucinations. A scary spider called my name in the hallucination.

There is also a black tattoo on the wrist for no reason.

I asked quietly, and this tattoo appeared on Celia, Sister Angulan, and everyone else.

I feel more and more wrong.

But it's barely bearable, and I'm sure everything will be fine.

As long as Lady Daisy protects us from the fat pigs.

……

"What is Daisy going to do to these children?" Arkham asked in a manic tone, his chest heaved, he got up and walked out of the bowl-shaped rock that sheltered from the wind and rain, and breathed out long strips of white breath towards the moon in the snowy night when everything was desolate. gas,

"Be quiet man, anger and crankiness won't help. I guess she's using some kind of psychic hypnosis and brainwashing to lure the orphans into the Cult of Omens." Carl recalled the scene when they were kicked out of the temple, "Obviously, It has worked out.”

……

April 7

This period of time passed like a nightmare. Several of my friends have become unknown to me. They are more timid and sensitive than before. .

It dawned on me that the strange knowledge she imparted had profoundly transformed and affected everyone.

I feel less and less like myself.

What's even more frightening is that all good expectations turned out to be extravagant hopes, and Ms. Daisy punctured the bubble of our sweet dreams with her own hands.

Today, several carriages came from the city, and more than a dozen "fat pigs" got out of the carriages, never before so many.

The way they look at everyone is as naked as ever, which is disgusting.

Was Ms. Daisy's previous tenderness and kindness all in disguise?

She is more hateful than the old mother. She not only tortures our bodies, but also affects our spirits with weird things.

I'm not afraid of torture, I'm just afraid that I won't see hope, I've reached my limit, and if I continue like this, I will collapse.

I've had enough, Angulan and Sister Celia are right, why should we swallow our anger? !

……

April 7

Fuck the pain, big knitter, black greb!

Angoulin, Celia, my Pamela, and my dear Odonna, without those cowards, cowards, and cowards!

We decided to sneak away together, risk everything, after everyone went to bed tonight.

We sharpened stolen table knives and stabbed anyone who tried to stop them.

In two days, we should go somewhere else, either sister Angulan's hometown, a beautiful place with sandy beaches and sunshine, and a picturesque place, or as sister Celia mentioned, there are a variety of shops Great cities with huge ports.

The three of us worked hard to earn money to live together.

I can't wait to start a new life.

Lebioda, I pray to you one last time, and bless us, for the sake of our past piety.

Open your eyes, Rebioda, and bless us!

……

There was a long silence, the wind stopped for a while, even the horse stopped chewing, and the two shadows were drawn very long by the firelight.

"Lebioda is not trustworthy, and the God of Omens is not a savior!"

Karl stared at the deep night and clenched his fists, a suppressed anger and a deep sense of powerlessness enveloped his body.

The three girls who were repeatedly ravaged by fate were obliterated by the cold reality.

"No wonder..." Arkham lowered his head and muttered,

"No wonder what?"

"When Angulan saw this puppet, he would show such a guilty and sad expression. It turns out that she also ran away together at that time. It turns out that she saw the two good sisters with her own eyes..."

The mournful voice choked and became angry again,

"Three little girls who are powerless, how can they be the opponents of the cursed man with copper skin and iron bones? How can they survive? Where can they escape?"

"Death is the punishment for running away," Carr said.

Pamela, Celia, and the baby Odonna, who recorded their secrets, were buried forever under the cellar.

"Among the three, only Angulan survived. It's a pity that Pamela and Selia turned into demon spirits and couldn't escape from the temple."

"Have you forgotten?" Arkham said softly, turning his head to stare at the black cloth covering the two skeletons, "We have taken them away from that terrible cage, but it's not enough, they haven't been purified yet."

"Don't be impulsive, buddy! This is not something we can contend with." Carl's expression turned serious, and he reminded, "You must not act rashly, you must ask for support!"

"What's the date today?"

"December 65, 12."

"Look, tomorrow is a special date." Arkham said in a deep voice, "If you go to the city to bring in the rescuers first, the fat pig has already arrived at the temple within the time it took to go back and forth."

"This means that Angulan and the others will be tortured again."

"But--"

"What do you want to say?" Arkham interrupted him, his amber pupils were ablaze, "It doesn't make any difference to them, anyway, they are used to it?!"

Carl's words were caught in his throat.

"It's different, I already know this ugly fact, the heinous deeds!" Arkham squeezed the Griffin badge tightly, and said irrefutably, "It's right in front of me, and I can't just ignore it."

He looked at the way he came, the direction of the temple, the vast night sky, his eyes were as sharp as a griffin, and he never compromised.