Chapter 1459: Homecoming (Part 2)

Samuel pulls out the Nail Sword, letting the agitated Secret Blood flow from the wound in his palm, the amount of blood loss was astonishing, forming a large pool at his feet in just a few seconds.

He doesn’t feel bad, Samuel’s state has never been better, the Authority fortifies his ability to produce blood; it seems endless.

“Sweet, isn’t it, everyone.”

The agitated Secret Blood is the perfect lure for the Demons, these failed inferiorities of Ascension instinctively yearn for that nobler power.

Samuel picks up another Knight’s Sword, blood drips from the blade as he holds two swords, surrounded by Demons.

This silence didn’t last long, the sweet blood drove the Demons mad, finally, one Demon couldn’t resist its desire and lunged forward, and then all the surrounding Demons followed its action, pouncing toward Samuel.

In an instant, all light disappeared, countless Demons like an iron curtain, confining Samuel into a cage of death, but Samuel did not feel fear; at this moment, his heart was more peaceful than ever.

Samuel is a person who yearns for victory, reveling in the ecstasy and glory that follows a win.

But now he feels that victory is not important, victory represents disputes, represents someone always gets hurt, tonight’s blood has already flown enough, then he has another contradictory thought arise.

Samuel needs victory, an unscrupulous victory, and this reason is much like his loathing of victory.

Tonight’s blood has already flowed enough, Samuel cannot allow such sacrifice to be squandered in vain.

The pool of blood underfoot began to stir, the accumulated blood like a strong acid constantly bubbling, seeming to boil, then tiny sparks fell, igniting the scorching Secret Blood.

Scorching white flames erupted in an instant, effortlessly devouring both Samuel and the Demons lunging at him.

Just like a bonfire rising from flat ground, Nord turned around, only to see pure white engulfing all vision, as if this solitary light was the only source in heaven and earth.

“Samuel…”

Nord whispered the name of the Demon Hunter, grateful for his delay, Nord successfully led the remaining Holy Hall Knights into the building, sealing windows and doors, preparing blades and remaining ammunition, leaving only a single door ajar, ready to engage the incoming Demons, and receive the returning Samuel.

Yet now the firelight engulfed everything, and there were still Demons continually rushing in, Nord could hear the sound of tearing from within the flames, possibly it was Samuel tearing apart Demons, or perhaps Demons dismembering him.

He somewhat dared not continue watching, yet still forced his gaze to lock steadfastly onto the flames.

Fixing his eyes on the blazing white flames, a vague black shadow appeared in the heart of the fire, continuously expanding, becoming clear, breaking through the flames.

A twisted, blurred figure emerged from the blinding white.

At this moment, Nord felt his heartbeat nearly cease, he somewhat dared not recognize the shadow in front of him; the figure was ragged, covered with hideous scars, the entire left shoulder collapsed, a massive wound almost cleaved open the chest, deep enough to reveal bone.

These are fatal wounds, numerous fatal wounds stacked upon each other, yet this figure did not perish, instead more crimson threads overflowed from the wounds, like sewing threads, stitching these gaping wounds together.

“Look closely, Nord, this is the power of a Demon Hunter!”

Samuel shouted loudly, casually swinging the twin swords, slicing the approaching Demons into pieces.

The wounds on his body healed and reopened, the crimson threads in the intense battle also continued to overflow, to the extent of surrounding Samuel, like a crimson mist.

Demons surged like a tide, from all directions.

Samuel could feel the strength of the Demons; it was different from the typical Demons he normally hunted, possibly due to the direct influence of the Well of Ascension, they are overall significantly stronger.

Fortunately, no Demons capable of manifesting Authority have appeared yet; once such Demons join the battle, Samuel would not have confidence to continue.

No… not entirely without confidence, but he might breach the promise.

He promised Anthony not to die here, to tell those who come after what happened in Saint Nalos Cathedral, yet he cannot allow himself to survive in disgrace, facing many Demons, retreat without fighting.

Clawed paw pierced from the back of his chest, Samuel hesitated for a second, then abruptly twisted off the Demon’s arm, turned around and hacked its head off.

Amidst the pain, Samuel gradually gathered a strange feeling, this was like growth.

The previously blood-and-iron loving Samuel was gone, now he became more composed, his thoughts and considerations became increasingly heavy, it was an indescribable feeling, like ages past.

Sharp noise erupted, another claw descended, possibly the pervasive pain, affecting Samuel’s judgment, he had no time to defend, the body would suffer a heavy blow again, although having Authority’s blessing, yet these repeated heavy blows, were also great pressure for Samuel.

But numerous gunshots rang out, Holy Hall Knights established a formation, using the remaining ammunition, firing, assisting Samuel in suppressing the Demons together.

Samuel previously might have had blind spots, but now he did not, before the ammunition runs out, they will always support Samuel.