Warren couldn't remember how long it had been since he stood on the brink of death.

Since he was promoted to the fifth-rank Demon Hunter Master, all his missions have been carefully selected.

Without certainty, he would never accept the task. Sometimes, even if the mission failed, he could still escape at will.

But now.

The feeling of near-death that he had experienced before, or even been intoxicated by, resurfaced, but it did not bring him excitement, but real fear.

There's no way to escape!

The entire city has become a paradise for monsters. Those believers are everywhere, on the earth, in the wind, and in the buildings. As long as you open your eyes, no matter where you look or what you look at, all you can see are horrifying faces. It is really hard to imagine where you can escape to.

I don't even know if there is any need to escape.

But--

He hasn't been reunited with his daughter yet, hasn't fulfilled his wish yet, but is he going to die here?

Instead of giving up, Warren further squeezed his body, taking out every bit of strength that could burst out from his body and soul! What he was thinking about in his mind was not trying his best, but that he had to survive no matter what.

Sprint, sprint, and sprint again! Sprint towards a life that you don’t even know about! Until your mind is completely blank, as if even your thoughts have been squeezed into strength.

Then, at a certain moment.

Warren seemed to have hit something hard. The faces of the people around him, the roars, and even the sound of the wind all disappeared.

It was not until a long while later that the master demon hunter finally shook his head and realized something in the dreamlike confusion.

"Survived?"

When this information flooded into my mind, my first reaction was not even to check my surroundings. Instead, my legs went weak and my whole body collapsed to the ground, as if everything I had just overdrawn was now rushing into my body, frantically snatching away my remaining strength.

But even so.

My heart is still filled with joy.

Even to the point where I wanted to laugh out loud.

Warren had escaped death countless times, but he had never been as happy as this time. Not only because of the miracle that happened in despair, but also because of his unprecedented desire to survive at this moment.

He wanted to survive, more than ever! "Even if there is no hope, I can't give up hope. The instructor is telling me the truth." Warren took a deep breath and began to observe the surrounding situation.

He knew very well that this crisis was not the end, and there would be all kinds of unimaginable crises in this cruel war. However, he felt that he was completely different from who he was just now.

He no longer worried about whether humanity could win, no longer numbed himself with hope that he had never seen.

The desire to live and the confidence to never give up are enough to keep him going with passion.

If Shen Yi stood in front of him at this moment, he would definitely say - this is what he has always been looking forward to, the growth of mankind.

In Shen Yi's eyes, this growth is more precious than anything else, because it represents human potential and the meaning of protecting human principles.

However, at this moment, Warren had no more time to carefully experience his own changes.

He began to look around, especially at the things he bumped into.

It is not a human-shaped sculpture, but more like a chaos. On the edge of the hollow sphere, there are many reliefs representing wind and lightning. In the middle of the ball, there is a liquid that looks like mercury slowly flowing.

Wind, water, thunder, and earth.

The four major worship symbols of the Four Elephant Gods Religion.

So it couldn't be clearer.

"This is the Four Elephants Statue. It's surprisingly hard." Warren looked at the statue and the surroundings. He already understood that this was his destination, the church of the Four Elephants Cult. He also understood why the countless monsters outside stopped. Perhaps the church was an inviolable sacred place for those believers.

But Doesn’t that mean that he only needs to go to the cellar and place the materials for the formation to complete the task? Before Warren could feel happy, a voice without any worldly touch suddenly sounded in his ears.

“This is not the Four Elephant Statue.”

"Who!" Warren jumped away.

Two daggers appeared in his hands.

The demon hunter is an extraordinary profession that captures all kinds of dangerous beings. He doesn't know since when, the perception ability that he relies on for survival seems to have completely lost its function.

It was like this outside just now, and it is still like this now.

Then Warren saw the person who had spoken.

An old man with a thin figure and hunched back, who looked like he could be blown down by a gust of wind in the dim light.

But the old man who spoke did not look at Warren at all, he was just looking at the sculpture.

“It’s amazing, isn’t it?”

He stretched out his hand and stroked the patterns on the sculpture as if he was caressing the delicate body of his lover, his cloudy eyes filled with conflicting emotions of both disgust and obsession.

"Ever since I converted to God's embrace, I have always wanted to depict God's appearance, and wanted all devout believers to be able to see the true meaning of God." The old man's voice was soft and slow, like the whisper of some kind of wind, "But I can't do it. No matter how I design it, no matter how I make it, I can't touch one billionth of God. But even so, this is still the greatest work I have ever made. It is just the believers' superficial and ugly imagination, but it is still indestructible. Tell me, what kind of honor and power should a real God have?"

The old man seemed to be talking to himself, but also seemed to be asking questions. His language and expression both revealed a certain confusion.

Warren understood that this was a believer of an evil god.

Even the statue in this religion seems to have been designed and made by this old man.

Take a closer look.

The old man's hands full of calluses and the location of the calluses seemed to indicate that he was a sculptor and a craftsman. There was no trace of spiritual power on his body. He looked like an ordinary craftsman.

However, Warren will not let his guard down at all.

Not to mention that he had already suffered a loss during the day, the mere fact that this old man appeared at this time in this weird place did not allow him to be careless.

So Warren didn't reply.

Watching the old man's eyes always fixed on the sculpture, Warren was cautious, even using his hidden skills to retreat silently, little by little.

(End of this chapter)