"He...are they considered monsters now?"
Nord raised his blade, threatening the approaching crowd.
"What do you think?"
Samuel also climbed up from the ground, drew out his spike sword, and stood back to back with Nord. They were surrounded by people with ferocious expressions. They picked up anything that could be used as a weapon, with fierce eyes, squeezing the living space of the two.
"They don't look like monsters..."
Nord said uncertainly that although these people looked hideous, they still retained their human form, which was very different from the monsters in the nightmare.
"Sometimes you have to understand one thing, Nord. You don't have to rely on appearance to judge whether someone is a monster or not."
A faint white glow rose from Samuel's eyes, and his tone was cold, carrying a chilling chill.
"They are already monsters, just in human disguise."
Nord did not respond, but repeatedly loosened the hilt of the sword, then clenched it again, squeezing it hard, not allowing any gap between his palm and the hilt.
This is part of the reason why demon hunters don't like to associate with ordinary people. The two have completely different ways of thinking. The latter will always retain the cowardice of human nature and will struggle in human form when facing fear, but these have long been eliminated from the demon hunter's heart, leaving only a trace that is still lurking.
"Do you understand? No..."
Samuel wanted to continue persuading him, but before he could call out Nord's name, he heard a low growl, and Nord swung his sword and slashed at him.
As expected of a thousand-man captain, he was ruthless and had superb swordsmanship. There was hardly any unnecessary movement, and each of his sword strikes hit the vital points of the human body, quickly taking the enemy's life.
Blood was splattered, and this time it was Samuel who was stunned. He didn't expect Nord to be so receptive. He thought there would be a psychological struggle between the two, but this guy just started chopping without saying a word.
"You're not bad, you guy!"
Samuel shouted happily, and at the same time, blazing white fireworks gushed out, and the spiked sword slashed, creating a blazing white flame curtain that swept down a large group of people.
"How do you think I survived that night?"
Nord responded in a deep voice. Perhaps it was the blood that stained him, but he was like a completely different person at this moment.
Scarlet was smeared on the silver-white armor, flowing through the reliefs and dents, and he exhaled foul air in big gulps. As his chest rose and fell, it seemed as if the armor and his flesh and blood had grown together and came alive together.
"So we have to kill all these people?"
Nord raised his gun and slashed while firing.
"Yes, if I could, I would even like to start a massacre here and leave no one alive. Unfortunately, I don't have that ability."
Samuel answered cruelly as the corpses burned into empty shells in front of him in flames.
Noticing the fallen bodies out of the corner of his eye, Nord couldn't help but sigh inwardly at the power of the witcher.
As a centurion, he was considered one of the best masters in the Knights Templar, but compared with the witcher, he felt deeply powerless. But think about it, he was facing the battlefield of mortals, while the witcher was facing the battlefield of hell.