“I’m so envious.”

On the street, following Will who was leaping on the roof, Livia couldn't help but sigh.

Although his current attributes allowed him to run and jump on the roof like him, Livia did not jump onto the roof rashly because he did not know whether he, a demon hunter, was as afraid of heights as in the game. The painful lesson he learned in the game told him that demon hunters should not perform the Leap of Faith.

In this regard, he and Will explained that "you are on top and I am on the bottom, so we can better deal with emergencies."

Although Will was a little unclear about what his plan was, he thought about it and decided not to care about the details.

The two of them hurried as fast as they could and soon reached the city guard camp in the north of the city.

Turning a corner, what came into view was an empty space filled with body parts.

Among the corpses were civilians in linen clothing, wealthy merchants in luxurious clothes, and soldiers in armor and carrying weapons.

There are also cultists dressed in black robes and bat-winged demons covered in black and red.

The blood on the ground almost formed a river.

Will fell from the roof nearby and walked to Livia's side.

"It seems that this place has been given special care."

Although he had seen blood before, even terrifying monsters like the Blood Demon Bat-winged Brain Demon, Livia still felt a little uncomfortable when he saw this scene, and his face turned a little pale.

"Let's go."

Will patted Livia on the shoulder and led the way towards the gate of the military camp, which seemed to have been knocked open by a huge force.

As if she felt a cold wind blowing, even Livia's current physique felt a chill.

Looking at Will who had already taken a few steps, Livia followed him silently.

…

bite!

Ping!

Moore suddenly stood up and reached behind the desk with a blood-red light, but his palm stopped in front of the desk, making a sharp sound as if it hit something.

There were ripples in the air, as if there was an invisible wall of air blocking the desk.

Moore seemed to have anticipated this and withdrew his hand, waving away the blood on it.

"You really are prepared for everything."

Marco changed his previous gloomy expression, crossed his fingers on the desk, and looked at Moore in front of him with a playful look.

"I cherish my life very much."

Moore ignored him. He had already seen through how hypocritical the man in front of him was. He lowered his head expressionlessly and looked at the old man with dull eyes, as if he couldn't believe the fact.

"You should understand that our three families have never been taken seriously by these rulers. In their eyes, we are just tools."

The old man did not answer him, and remained motionless, as if his spirit had collapsed.

"Sigh..." Moore sighed. After all, the old man in front of him had watched him grow up, and he still felt a little reluctant to do it. But since he had decided to take this path, there was no turning back.

Having made up his mind, Moore turned around, looked at the bookcase behind Marco, and gave instructions to the priest at the door.

The blood mist priest waved his hand, and wisps of blood-colored air pulled the old man on the ground out of the door.

"You are really cold-blooded."

Glancing at Marco, who still had an amused look on his face after watching the old man being dragged into the dark corridor, a trace of disgust appeared on Moore's face.

"You've already given the order, right? Now that we've come this far, there's no need to say more."

As Marco was speaking, he suddenly saw a blood-red light reflected in his eyes. His body instinctively stood up and stepped back. His foot hit a chair and he almost fell. He stumbled to steady himself.

boom!

A bloody light exploded in the small study, and a large amount of blood mist spread out.

The blood mist gradually thinned, revealing a messy study room that looked like it had been swept by a typhoon. Except for a small area centered on the bookcase, it remained intact, as if protected by an invisible force.

Half covered in blood mist, Moore's face was somewhat distorted.

"Don't compare me to you!"

"priest!

Break this barrier!"

The priest at the door was watching the interesting scene with great interest. Suddenly he heard Moore's order and sighed silently under his hood, as if he was a little disappointed that he couldn't see the next good show.

But under the cover of his robe, no one outside could know what he was thinking. They could only see him take a step silently in an instant and reach the desk. A dry, lifeless hand stretched out from under his robe and pressed on the air.

Buzz!

A blood-red light shone from his hand and gradually spread through the air in front of him.

Finally, a circular barrier surrounded by blood appeared in the study with the bookcase as the center.

Marco inside the barrier finally put away his playful look and looked seriously at the blood-robed man outside the barrier.

"The remnants of the blood mist!"

He recognized the identity of the man in front of him. He was not the priest who escaped from the Blood Mist Sect that was revived a few years ago as he had heard, but a true orthodox believer of the Blood Mist Sect.

Most of the cults that have revived in recent years are just ordinary people who came across the remains of cults and learned some small tricks to deceive villagers to establish sects. They are nothing to be afraid of.

But the methods of the man in front of him were totally unlike those of the priests who became priests out of humble beginnings.

Marco looked sideways at the crystal ball on the bookshelf that had begun to show tiny cracks, and his face looked a little ugly. You know, this is a magic item made with all the efforts of a wizard who is not weak among the high-level wizards. Even with the background of his own family, there are not many things of this level. He thought that this would be enough to delay Moore and the others for a while. After all, according to family records, the barrier formed by this crystal ball can completely withstand the attack of a high-level wizard of the same level for ten minutes.

But what Marco never expected was that his information was wrong. The guy in front of him was not one of those half-baked cult priests, but a real remnant of the blood mist.

Ordinary higher education?

Powerful and advanced?

Half-step legend?

…

Marco shook his head. It was impossible. It couldn't be a Half-step Legend. If it was a Half-step Legend, the crystal ball would be completely useless. Besides, with legends so rare nowadays, it was impossible for the real Blood Mist Sect to have a priest at the Half-step Legend stage. If there was a Half-step Legend, it would be a waste to send him to such a small place as his.

It should be a powerful and advanced level...

Snap!

During the few seconds he was thinking, the cracks on the crystal ball grew bigger and bigger, and even made a shattering sound.

As the crystal ball shattered, the barrier was no longer truly transparent. Spider-web-like cracks began to appear on the translucent barrier, and it seemed that it would shatter in the next moment under the compression of the blood-red light.

Marco's face looked very ugly.

Fortunately, I have a backup plan, but I used it here...

There was a hint of hesitation in Marco's eyes, but as the cracks on the barrier in front of him continued to expand, and the crystal ball behind him made a crisper cracking sound, he took out something wrapped in a black cloth from his arms with some pain.

The moment he took it out, the alarm bells in Moore's heart rang violently, and the next moment Moore's figure disappeared as quickly as mist.

The Blood Mist Priest continued his actions without moving, seemingly not feeling the danger, or rather...

He didn't take the danger seriously.