The dim room was silent and solemn, with only the heavy breathing and the slight sound of the pen rubbing against the paper echoing in the room.
Shermans did not notice that beads of sweat had already covered his forehead. As he thought, he seemed to be getting closer and closer to the truth. He recorded everything that was in his mind in this thick notebook.
"Where did this plague called demons come from? When did it start? We have killed so many, why haven't we found a 'pure' demon yet?"
Fear and ecstasy coexisted in his heart. Shermans felt as if he had become younger. As he thought about it, his thoughts became faster and faster. He even felt that everything he had just done had advanced human beings' understanding of demons a little bit.
Then he remembered something, put down his pen and turned to the front of his notes.
The notebook recorded a lot of things, although most of them were Shermans's research on theology. However, as a member of the Cardinal Council, although he could not make decisions about the Demon Hunting Cult, he could still understand some general inside information.
He looked at his old handwriting, and pieced together an almost terrifying truth from the broken information.
"Are we really the only Demon Hunting Cult that has the power to fight against demons in this world?"
The old body could not help but tremble. Shermans picked up the water cup and took a sip reluctantly. His eyes were full of fear. He then looked around, as if there was something strange hiding in the corner, staring at him intently.
But in reality he was alone here, all alone.
He continued to write, but as he wrote, he could feel a heat rising inside him.
It was a kind of frenzy of fear. Even though nothing had happened, the blood began to race, the pupils dilated slightly, and the heart beat violently, bringing burden to the old body.
“No, this is not right… With the terrible erosion of demons, this would be a plague more terrible than the Black Death. However, in these thousands of years of war, we were able to survive this plague and even build such a magnificent kingdom.
This is not right. According to the theory, the spread of demons is powerful, even when the Gospel Church is at its strongest, it cannot stop the rampage of demons. They will only increase in number. Kill one and there will be two more. When a demon hunter falls, a more terrifying one will be born!"
My body became heavy, as if a black tide was flooding over my body. The strange sea water was extremely sticky, like countless hands holding me.
Drops of blood trickled down from the tip of his nose, staining the paper red, but Shermans was completely unaware of this. He continued writing, and the black ink mixed with the red blood, leaving behind red and black tracks that spread along the texture of the paper like countless waving dry branches.
“Something is wrong with this world. Even if the Demon Hunting Cult’s members expand ten or a hundred times, they will still be unable to contain the demonic pollution under this raging plague.
According to this, apart from a few magnificent cities, most of this world should have been devoured by demons, instead of being in its current state. "