Chapter 1457: Ongoing Disaster

“No, does this still have meaning?” Nord asked.

“I don’t know, but I don’t want to wait for death. Is that reason enough?” Samuel answered rationally, as he walked to the edge of the building, ready to leap, “There’s still a large number of Holy Hall Knights at the square. Although they’re just mortals, if used well, we can at least carve out a stronghold in this dead city.”

“We must resist to the end, Nord.”

Samuel said, leaping over the gap between the buildings, standing on the other side, turning back to look at Nord. Nord said nothing, but retreated slowly until his figure vanished into the darkness.

He paused for a moment, turned around, ready to move forward alone, when suddenly he heard rushed footsteps behind him, the sound getting closer and louder. Samuel turned back, only to see a shadow flash before him… then falling down.

“Ahh!”

Nord screamed in agony, as the gap proved a little too wide for him. Just as he was about to fall off, Samuel grabbed him.

“Couldn’t you have said something?”

Samuel gritted his teeth, straining to pull Nord up.

“I thought I could jump over.”

Nord said fearfully, saying that, but he still wanted to compete with Samuel. After all, he was a centurion, but the facts proved the Demon Hunter was indeed powerful.

Samuel’s tense expression oddly relaxed a bit at Nord’s words; if in a different scene, he thought he might have laughed.

They turned around, continuing to traverse between the rooftops. They were very close to the square, close enough that the wailing howl and miserable cries became clear.

Thick smoke rose fiery red, piercing through the smoke, mixed with the hateful sounds become clearer, surrounded by bright flames, like rampant vines, hollowing out building after building, burning them into ash-black wreckage.

Nord followed the figure ahead, in a daze, he even thought he had passed through a “door” in an instant, the door between reality and Hell, now coming into the bloody nightmare.

“What’s the matter?”

Samuel suddenly stopped, Nord caught up with him, standing side by side with Samuel, falling into the same silence.

This silence lasted a long time, until Samuel unsheathed his Nail Sword, and said softly.

“You should stay here, Nord. Going with me is just an unnecessary death.”

“What about you? Aren’t you going to your death?” Nord countered.

“Me? I’m different, I’m a Demon Hunter.”

“Demon Hunter? What’s so different about Demon Hunters? I took down several Demon Hunters during the Night of the Holy Arrival… of course, it was a gang-up.”

Hearing this, Samuel smiled and then helplessly extended his hand.

“Samuel.”

“Pleasure to meet you, Samuel,” Nord also extended his hand, shaking hands with Samuel, “If we had met at another time, I’d definitely buy you a drink.”

“Too bad, it seems now I can only accompany you to our deaths.”

Nord muttered, looking ahead. The familiar Medici Square had turned into a bloody Hell, the statues standing beside were broken, the angels’ heads smashed off, only headless bodies left. At the center, Lorenzo de’ Medici’s bronze statue still stood, but now it had been stained a crimson color.

The ground was littered with corpses, the remaining Holy Hall Knights struggled to form ranks, resisting the attackers, and those attackers were entirely bright red, with fangs and claws, moving in swarms.