Chapter 38 No One Left!

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The sun in the sky was as fierce as fire, while the group of witchers in the center of the square were as indifferent as knives.

Some peasants were frightened by the demon hunter's ferocious appearance, and lowered their heads in fear, shouting and cursing with unknown meaning to vent their fears. .

The bard, and the few teenagers and girls who had been brainwashed by their dozens of poems from the past, gleamed as if they had seen an idol.

The two knights noticed one of the dark cat pupils, like Geralt who was albino, looked at each other, and both breathed a sigh of relief.

Geralt shows up, so Ciri is not far away!

A sneer appeared in the mouth of the mercenary who was hiding in the crowd.

Mutants bow to worldly pressure after all!

The faces of dwarves, elves, and elf hybrids became complicated, and they could vaguely see the miserable future of their own from the witcher.

They also belong to the inhuman race.

Does the inhuman race deserve to be subjected to ignorance and prejudice, forced to be judged helplessly? !

The whole square was chaotic and noisy.

"Shouldn't come, what should I do at home?" Roy whispered to his companions.

"Boy, this is the end," Serret turned to look at him, "Let's see what happens next."

"If they want peace, give them peace." Kayan said coldly.

"They want war, then send them to hell!" Leto said decisively, he had had enough of this endless prejudice.

The tree wants to be still but the wind is not constant.

"We just want to develop peacefully without any competition in the world, they just want to push again and again!" Vesemir looked at the crowd of people with a complex face, and recalled the Kyle Mohan war a century ago.

"This time, never run away again."

...

Surrounded by the guards of the temple,

The archbishop glanced at the demon hunters, and was overjoyed. They dared to come to their own territory, the home of Eternal Fire!

This loses the biggest advantage!

But deep fear and undisguised disgust flashed in his eyes at the same time.

He never knew so many mutants were hiding beside his couch!

Seeing it with my own eyes made my heart even more shocked.

Due to his age and experience, he is well aware of the abilities of this group of mutants. They are a bunch of unstable explosives, enough to blow up the entire Nuocheng!

It must be eradicated one by one!

"Fifteen witchers, one-third of them are still half-sized... Tsk tsk, all the people of Nuocheng, open your eyes and see, the facts are in front of you! They are indeed conducting evil mutation experiments in the suburbs!"

The archbishop's cold voice first defined their behavior.

The five half-year-olds who stood shoulder to shoulder snorted at him to refute him.

The green cheeks are clean and smooth, there is not a single beard, and the amber pupils can't hide the tension...

They have never been in front of so many people!

There was a sense of excitement in my heart to perform on stage.

His body trembled with excitement.

"Bishop Cyrus, we are discussing mutation now?!" Roy stepped forward and called him by his first name. "According to the advice of all the people of Nuocheng present, my compatriots are here. What are you waiting for?"

"Ms. Talika! Keep your eyes open and look at us to find out who you are talking about!"

"Relax, child, there are so many people here," the archbishop sneered at the witcher, "I don't believe these mutants dare to come to a Novigrad massacre!"

Under such a situation, if the witcher makes a move, for whatever reason, the white will become black.

They will definitely become the public enemy of the entire Nuocheng!

Under the protection of the guards, the thin body of the named peasant woman trembled.

With his hands and fingers clasped in front of his lower abdomen, he gritted his teeth and took a step closer to the demon hunters.

Those small black eyes swept across the witcher's face one by one.

Thousands of people in the square followed her with their eyes.

When they noticed the disfigured Kaiyan's face covered with centipede-like scars and eyes like scarlet lightning, everyone couldn't help exclaiming!

"God, is this still human?"

"He was in a fire?"

"It must be an evil mutation that made him so inhuman!"

Kayan under the hood and cloak turned a blind eye to the malicious eyes around him. Instead, he raised his chest and raised his chin.

He has a group of good brothers, a group of well-behaved students, a confidant woman, and the rest of the prejudice can't hurt him!

Not just him.

Every witcher who was caught by the woman's gaze raised his chin.

They don't know this woman at all.

"Ms. Talika, polish your eyes." Oaks even smiled at him friendly, but this smile made the woman shudder, like the hungry stare of a hungry beast, "You have to be 100% sure that we are innocent. Still guilty, there is no room for ambiguity."

"My brothers and I don't want to be charged with an unwarranted crime for the rest of our lives!"

"Remember your oath just now, if there is any inaccuracy in your words, be careful to be thundered by the gods and chopped into ashes!"

"Shut up!" the temple guard yelled, "How dare you intimidate witnesses in front of everyone!"

"The witcher is guilty of being a thief!" came sarcasm from the crowd.

Oaks smiled dismissively.

"Child, how, have you found the target? There are fifteen witchers in total, don't miss any of them." But an ominous premonition surged in the Archbishop's heart. The loss on the woman's face became heavier and heavier, and nervously oozing out of her forehead cold sweat,

"No..." The woman withdrew her gaze in disappointment from the faces of Kayane and Aiden who wore the cat school amulets around their necks, "Bren without the cat school."

"Think about it!" The archbishop's wrinkled face turned snow-white, his knuckles turning white as he pinched the withered palm of his hand.

And the temple guards looked ugly.

"I swear to Eternal Fire...Even if that guy turns to ashes, I will never forget him," the woman said, pursing her lips, "but he's not here!"

"I can't, can't lie to the gods."

The Archbishop closed his eyes in disappointment.

"Haha!" A minstrel who was closer to the square heard this clearly, and he couldn't help but plucked the strings in his arms, playing a cheerful melody with ecstasy, and turned his trouser legs in a circle. , almost couldn't help dancing on the spot, "What am I talking about? Our poetry is not out of nothing! The witcher is innocent and worthy of praise!"

"Bang! Bang!"

Cyrus slammed his cane on the ground a few times, panting and roaring,

"It's too early to say that! The witcher can only prove that he didn't destroy Sweetwater. How did we swear before the eternal fire?"

"What about the children of the orphanages?"

The old man looked at the witchers with a burning gaze.

"Since all of you are here, why don't you bring those fifty-three children to the scene? Let them state whether they have been inhumanly abused and forced by you to participate in the evil mutation experiment!"

"Absurd!"

Carl took a step closer to him with his chest out. His delicate face made a few girls in the crowd a little lost.

"Archbishop Cyrus, let me tell you, there is no coercion or harm!"

Word by word, he turned to face all the crowd,

"We lost our parents, we were homeless, and when we were driven away like wild dogs in the streets, only the witcher took us in and taught us..."

"So, we voluntarily become them!" Monty, Arkham Thom, Chanem, and Lloyd also stepped forward and leaned against their brothers. A pair of young animal pupils looked around at the crowd, using Emotionally voiced statement, "Help more homeless kids find a place to belong."

"Evil mutation... persecution, pure slander!"

They turned to a group of burly men around them, their eyes full of gratitude and admiration,

"The witchers are our teachers and relatives. No one treats us so well except the parents who gave birth to us!"

The firm eyes, the tender face, and the sonorous and powerful voice shocked everyone present!

What kind of tragic encounter can make a group of ten-year-old children say such resolute words and recognize the witcher as their relatives?

The Archbishop's expression was even more indifferent.

There must be sacrifices for the cause of Eternal Fire!

Damn these mutants!

"Look at the eyes of these children! They have been brainwashed by evil experiments to testify for the witcher, which is to testify against themselves! Their words cannot be trusted!" someone shouted in the audience, "must see all the children, fifty Three, not one less!"

"call out-"

The people around suddenly heard a slight vibration of the bowstring, and the young black-haired Demon Hunter flickered and disappeared into the air strangely.

"boom!"

Then, there was a cry from the crowd.

A black shadow flew out of the human wall and fell heavily into the open space in the center of the square. He was punched in the stomach and curled up like a boiled prawn!

Grayish brown leather armor, full of beards, and strong stature.

Looks like a mercenary.

"Witcher! How dare you hurt an innocent crowd in front of the eternal fire? Stop it!"

The temple guard scolded sharply.

swoosh—

He swung his sword towards Roy who pushed the wall away.

A flower in front of everyone.

Haven't seen any action yet.

The guard's long sword fell to the ground, his body was pushed back by a huge force, and he retreated into the guard group. The face under the leather cap was blue and white for a while.

Just as he was about to scold, his pupils were reflected in a pair of cold, penetrating eyes.

The witcher's body exuded a substantive, frightening aura.

The fourteen witchers followed with a fierce look, and the suffocating murderous aura rushed towards their faces, like a surging blood-colored wave that would overwhelm and engulf everyone!

For a while, none of the guards came forward.

Even the Archbishop of Eternal Fire choked with guilt.

His eyes changed, and he stepped back quietly.

"Catch you, dog thing! You've been fanning the flames down below, you're very enthusiastic?!"

Roy walked up to the mercenary and slapped him so hard that his cheeks were swollen and split.

Then he pulled him up by the back of his neck with one hand like a dead dog.

Tossed in front of the crowd.

The man's bones fell apart and he couldn't move!

"Citizens, please listen to me! This farce should end... I swear to the gods! Everything that happened today was caused by this guy and the forces behind him! They deceived and fooled everyone like a fool, Arouse your emotions!"

"To achieve ulterior motives!"

Some of the relatively calm people in the crowd looked thoughtful, and all of this today is indeed too coincidental.

"Why don't you explain it soon?!" Roy flexibly drew a seal with his five fingers.

The man shook his body and opened his mouth.

"It's Lord Kers, call me... call me to slander the witcher."

"Witcher, stop the witchcraft of subjugation! Bring the child here!" shouted from the crowd, but it seemed a little weak at this time.

"When this guy finishes explaining," Roy said, "everyone will naturally be able to see those children!"

"The mutants are killing people!" The audience suddenly screamed!

Shocked!

There were piercing screams in several directions in the square, instantly interrupting Roy's questioning!

The witchers' faces changed, their bodies bowed slightly, and they held down the hilt of their shoulders.

"Whoosh-"

"Whoosh-"

The sound of the arrow breaking through the air.

A hapless temple guard beside the Archbishop of Eternal Fire, the mercenary in the hands of the witcher, was directly headed and fell to the ground!

The strong half-elf Skye sneered at the corners of his mouth, put down his crossbow, and re-entered the crowd with his accomplices. He had achieved his goal, and now let's watch the action on the other side!

And in the elves camp.

Another group of shooters with squirrel tails wrapped around their waists and exuding a wild breath of wild land began to crowd the crowd and quickly approach the witcher!

"The Witcher attacked the Archbishop!"

"The witcher is crazy!"

"Gods!"

"The eternal fire has fallen!"

Amidst the countless noisy exclamations, the Temple Square immediately fell into a complete panic. The crowd on the outside rushed to the bridge in the south, the corner of the square, and the hall of the Temple of Eternal Fire, pushing and trampling each other on the way.

The shouts echoed endlessly!

The well-trained temple guards immediately formed a phalanx to cover the bishop in the center and retreated to the main hall of the temple.

Knight Grim held the great sword across his chest, as if he was carrying a huge shield, and walked slowly to cover the crowd around him.

And Cassirer hugged the nympho girl behind him and held it in his arms!

Butcher Clifford's dwarf legion held hands in a ball, like an oak forest in a flood, with their feet firmly rooted in the ground, standing still...

"All shrink!" Lesso shouted, turning his wrist, the steel sword slashed a white light, knocking a crossbow arrow into the air, nine companions formed a circle around him, and the golden light of the Kun's magic shield circulated around him, sending the shapeshifter, And the five elementary school apprentices were tightly surrounded!

Like an indestructible sea beacon!

The panicked crowd slammed into it like a huge wave, but they were all turned away!

"Untie me!" shouted Gigi the Shapeshifter. "I can help!"

With a flash of sword light in Carl's hand, he split the hemp rope.

Remove the anti-magic shackles.

The shapeshifter shone with colorful rays of light, and instantly transformed into a big man with a bald head - the second Lesso!

...

Countless people were knocked to the ground and trampled by latecomers. The entire temple square was filled with sorrow!

And in the midst of this unusual turmoil, a group of people went upstream!

Move towards the center!

"Whizzing-"

A hooded, emerald-green cloak and a strong elf stood in the crowd, pulled the bowstring to his ear, and quickly aimed at the target.

His arrow broke through the air, and the black-haired witcher who was standing firmly in the crowd shook his wrist lightly, and the arrow was split in half in the air. Almost at the same time, his dark gold and silver gray pupils locked the archer from a distance.

"Whoosh-"

The long sword made of white jade in his hand was instantly transformed into a hand crossbow.

Pull the trigger.

Before the elf could react, he leaned back and fell weakly to the ground, submerged by countless footprints!

Kill Karaka, experience +20, witcher lv13 (2520/14500)

Roy pulled the trigger again. A white-haired elf carrying a steel sword and galloping towards the witcher let out a heart-wrenching wailing, as if being hit by a battering ram, it flew backwards and fell heavily into the crowd!

At this time, most of the innocent people in the center of the square had escaped, and the hundreds of guards of the Eternal Fire, the witcher group "surfaced" and became the most conspicuous.

Not far away, a group of elves with steel swords, bows and arrows rushed forward against the fleeing crowd.

Cry out.

Swing a sharp blade.

The witchers were surrounded by water from the front.

Recovering from the turmoil, the temple guards attacked the witcher from behind.

The two groups add up to more than three hundred!

"Kill all the mutants, they attacked the innocent crowd and the temple guard brothers!"

The devout guards, their eyes are splitting, and they are desperate!

Fifteen witchers were attacked by the enemy!

The eyes are full of crazy red eyes and jumping swords and swords!

"Idiot, are you blind?" Lambert swiped his sword and hit a black leather guard on the cheek, knocking him out alive. The blade drew a semicircle again, blocking a slap in the face. Mace, amber pupils glared at the young temple guard opposite through the gap of the weapon, cursing loudly, "The elf is the culprit!"

"Kill the witchers and leave none!"

An old but unquestionable order came from the guards of the temple.

Archbishop Cyrus, with his cane, has no emotion in his eyes, staring at the witcher like an ant!

In any case, don't let them go!

I can't possibly apologize to mutants!

They will be responsible for today's turmoil, and their deaths will serve as fuel to spread the flames of the earth, which is the will of the eternal fire!

At this moment, in the center of the Temple Square.

A tacit understanding rose in the hearts of the fifteen witchers.

The blood turned their pupils red, like an abyss.

"Not a single one!"

Roy's original words were returned, and he rushed into the crowd with his sword!

"kill!"

So fifteen witchers roared in unison, including five apprentices, who were comrades-in-arms, masters and apprentices, and even brothers who lived and died together. They picked up their swords and rushed forward without thinking—

The witcher faced the enemy and began a contest of disparity in numbers.

Driven by anger and murderous intent, they abandoned the shackles of rules, laws, and patience.

Become a killing machine.

Only the sword in hand, only the enemy in front of you.

...

Geralt danced an elegant dance, the steel sword dancing to the rhythm of his heart, slashing temple guard after temple guard to the ground.

Oaks stabbed, and at the same time put the other two on the sword, drew the sword, and jumped vigorously. The long sword slashed a white light from top to bottom, and a bloody slit appeared in the middle of the body of an elf with a pointed chin and high cheekbones. Split in half.

Carl, Monty, and the five apprentices are like wolves hunting lions and tigers. Relying on their petite bodies that are not yet fully developed, they juggle between the enemies, circling along their armpits, and their swords are nimble and ghostly. hit their vital parts.

They never killed anyone.

They can only treat their enemies as painless water ghosts.

Throat, eye socket, heart, move to kill.

The five people's minds were blank, and they only followed their instincts according to the countless training and actual combat on weekdays, but they cooperated seamlessly.

The first time he stepped on the battlefield, he burst out with unimaginable power, drawing a circle of death circles. The Squirrel Party's blood splattered on the smooth marble floor of the square.

Dazzling red!

Kaiyan's cat-style steel sword slashed through an elf's mail as easily as cutting wool, until the moment he lost consciousness, the elf could not see the opponent's face clearly.

Leto jumped into the crowd, bent his knees abruptly, and pressed his left hand to the ground.

The surging magic power of Mutated Alder swelled around, instantly overturning four or five temple guards.

Then he was like a farmer who harvested the green grass in the vegetable field, wielding the double swords of the snake faction, and easily harvested human life!

Cohen's hands continued to outline, like the blooming flowers in summer, and the palms continued to breathe out dazzling orange flames.

He seemed to be holding a flaming whip.

The cone-shaped area three meters in front of you is the restricted area of ​​flames. Anyone who takes a step will immediately burst into flames and run away!

And the shapeshifter who turned into the second Leto, mixed in with the witchers, used steel swords rather conservatively, and showed mercy everywhere, only hurting but not killing.

...

The screams of killing, the sound of sharp knives piercing the flesh, and the sound of blood splashing enveloped the center of the entire square!

A group of demon hunters formed a blood-colored spear in the pervading blood energy, and instantly tore a crack in the human wall that wrapped them.

And Roy was at the forefront, acting as the tip of a spear, facing the flood of enemies.

The bells and whistles of swordsmanship are useless at all, and can only be fought with pure instinct and reaction.

In a few seconds, Quinn shattered and blood spattered.

Fortunately, the brothers flanking him covered his flanks, making his back worry-free.

Create space for him to kill enemies!

Whoosh!

Guvihir shreds the air.

In the direction of the sword edge, a half-moon-shaped scarlet sword burst out with red light, smashing through many barriers, turning a few meters in front of him into a flesh-and-blood purgatory!