Chapter 1455: The Unfolding Disaster

“Are they… are they considered monsters now?”

Nord raised his sword blade, threatening the approaching crowd.

“What do you think?”

Samuel also got up from the ground, drew his Nail Sword, and stood back-to-back with Nord. All around them were people with ferocious expressions, casually picking up anything they could use as weapons, their eyes vicious as they squeezed the space around the two men.

“They don’t seem like monsters…”

Nord said uncertainly. Although these people appeared vicious, they still retained their human form, vastly different from the monsters in nightmares.

“Sometimes you have to understand one thing, Nord, whether something is a monster doesn’t always rely on its appearance to judge.”

A faint incandescent light rose from Samuel’s eyes; his tone was cold, carrying a murderous chill.

“They are already monsters, just cloaked in human disguise.”

Nord didn’t respond, he just repeatedly released the sword hilt and then tightened his grip again, pressing firmly, not allowing any space between his palm and the hilt.

The reason why Demon Hunters dislike mingling with ordinary people partly lies in this: their ways of thinking are completely different. The latter always retains the cowardice of humanity, facing fear with some form of human struggle, whereas in the hearts of Demon Hunters, such things have long been relentlessly stripped away, leaving only the slightest remnants to subtly haunt them.

“Do you understand now? Nor…”

Samuel wanted to continue persuading, but before he could shout out Nord’s name, he only heard a low growl, and Nord swung his sword to cut forward.

As expected of a Centurion, his methods were intense, and his swordsmanship was superb, with almost no unnecessary movement. Every swing targeted a vital point on the human body, quickly taking away the enemy’s life.

Blood splattered, and this time Samuel was the one taken aback. He didn’t expect Nord to have such strong acceptance ability. He thought there would be a psychological struggle between the two, but this guy just chopped without saying a word.

“You’re pretty good, you know that!”

Samuel exclaimed joyfully, while incandescent flames surged forth, and his Nail Sword slashed, sweeping up a wall of white flame, knocking down a large crowd of people.

“How do you think I survived that night?”

Nord replied in a deep voice, perhaps stained by blood; at this moment, he seemed like a different person.

Crimson stained the silver-white armor, flowing through the engravings and dents, exhaling heavily with foul breath, as if the armor and his flesh had become one and came alive.

“So are we to kill them all?”

Nord raised his firearm, firing while slashing.

“Yes, if possible, I’d even like to start a massacre here, leaving none behind, but unfortunately, I don’t have that kind of ability.”

Samuel answered cruelly, corpses burned with ferocious flames in front of him, charring into vacant shells.

With a sidelong glance, Nord noticed the fallen bodies and couldn’t help but marvel at the Demon Hunters’ power.

As a Centurion, he was considered one of the top experts in the Holy Hall Knight Order, yet compared to a Demon Hunter, he deeply felt his own powerlessness. But then again, he faced mortal battlefields, while Demon Hunters faced the battlefields of Hell.

“It’s like an ever-spreading plague, the best solution is to kill it at the source!”

The two lost their horses, and to break through the rampaging crowd, Samuel led the way forward, blazing a path with flames.

“Unfortunately, we currently don’t have the means to kill the source, so we can only block all routes of transmission!”

“Actually, I think blocking the routes is somewhat impossible too.”

Nord roughly understood Samuel’s meaning, and he was quite pessimistic about it.

“I think so too. We both underestimated this catastrophe. I originally thought that before the defensive line collapsed, there wouldn’t be any problem here!”

Samuel looked up, gazing into the distance, as one signal flare after another soared into the sky, illuminating the dark night.

Led by Anthony, the Demon Hunters guarded the Saint Nalos Cathedral. Only when they were broken would the threat of Demons spread to the Seven Hills, triggering the Knights’ combat. Now disaster had already spread outside the city, and it was only a matter of time before it reached Florence. Without the help of Demon Hunters, Samuel didn’t think the Holy Hall Knights could hold on for long.

This might be the largest recorded demon tide, with vicious fangs tearing everything along the way to shreds.

“How many reinforcements are left in Florence?”

Samuel shouted to Nord.

“Not many, the main forces are defending outside the Holy City. Here, it’s just me and several other Centurions responsible for evacuation! After all, at this point, it’s just about evacuating the crowd, not fighting an enemy, so we don’t need that many people.”

“No, even so, there still needs to be forces stationed in Florence…” Nord’s words made Samuel’s heart sink, he had a thought, “Unless, from the start, Florence was abandoned, and everyone never had the intention to fight for victory.”

He slowed his pace, finally stopping, looking back, as the mob swarmed to block them in, pressing down like the tide.

“Then where are the others?”

Samuel pressed on.

“Medici Square!”

Nord shouted, trying to raise his head to discern his own position, but all around was a sea of people like a whirlpool in the dark.

“Medici Square…”