Night World Players

Chapter 14 Iron Cross

dong dong dong.

dong dong dong.

The knocks on the door continued.

At the beginning, the knocking was relatively restrained, but later on, the intensity of the knocking became increasingly stronger, and it sounded like someone was smashing the door.

Hiltina silently grasped the hilt of the "Shining Morning Star" and stared at the door that was shaking and trembling due to the violent impact. She was ready for battle. The energy she had consumed from using the Night Blade had been completely recovered in her sleep just now.

She didn't know who was knocking on the door, but the "super intuition" given by the tank sequence was frantically warning her.

There is no doubt that the person standing outside the door is something beyond Hiltina's past cognition and beyond the scope of human common sense... It is even difficult to determine whether it can still be called a human.

The only thing Hiltina knew about it came from Rast's few words and the short word in the Night World Records -

"Iron Cross Plague"

The banging sound outside the door suddenly stopped.

But after a few seconds.

Stab, sting.

It sounded like someone was rubbing their fingernails against the door frame, making a sharp, piercing, teeth-aching scraping sound.

She didn’t know if it was an illusion, but amidst the piercing noise, Hiltina also heard slight gasps and laughter… It was as if someone wanted to laugh uncontrollably, but was forcibly suppressing it for some reason.

The sharp friction sound lasted for an unknown period of time before Hiltina suddenly heard Last sigh.

boom--

Then the wooden bolt made a crisp sound, creaked off, and the door suddenly opened.

At this moment, Hiltina finally saw the other person's appearance clearly.

The man's face was gray, and his left arm was completely bloody under his bloodstained coat. White broken bones protruded from it, and the tip of the bone still had traces of scratching the wood... He had just used his broken arm bones to grind off the door bolt.

In his right hand, he was holding a spine covered with minced meat. It looked like the ribs hanging in a butcher's shop, but this spine obviously did not come from livestock. It looked more slender and fragile, with traces of being gnawed everywhere on it.

The most eye-catching thing was the man's face, with a huge iron-gray cross mark running through his entire face.

He looked at the two people inside the manor gate, and the corners of his mouth under the iron cross slowly drew up a crazy, hideous arc that a normal person could never achieve.

"I knew it...ha...you guys are still here."

Even though he was in such a weird atmosphere, that person was laughing wildly and hysterically.

"Is this the private detective, or your cheating wife? ... Ha... But it doesn't matter either way." The man pointed at Hiltina while holding the spine covered with minced meat. "If I pull out her spine and use it as a whip, it will definitely be more convenient to use than the one this little beast has now."

The moment she heard the other person's words, a chill suddenly rose in Hiltyna's heart... Was this the coachman who had brought them here before? And the source of the slender spine in his hand was the coachman's underage child?

Under the cross-shaped scar, the cruelty in those bloodshot eyes became even stronger. He moved slightly and was about to rush towards Hiltina.

bang——

What moved faster than the man was Rast's gun.

The bullet spun out and pierced the man's left chest.

But what followed was a muffled sound. The full metal jacket bullet, which was famous for its armor-piercing performance, could not even penetrate the flesh and blood, and it stopped as if it had been shot into a steel plate. Through the torn holes in the coat, one could see that the muscle diaphragm on the man's left chest was as knotted as steel. The armor-piercing bullet was firmly embedded in the diaphragm, with only a few cracks appearing, but it had not really hit the heart.

bang——

Five more bullets came.

It was clearly a rapid-fire attack, but the remaining five bullets followed exactly the same trajectory and once again accurately hit the coachman's already injured left chest.

Click.

This time, even the steel-like diaphragm could no longer hold on and completely shattered, and the heart inside the diaphragm instantly exploded into a bloody mist.

But the coachman was still not completely dead.

He covered his chest with his hands and looked at Last, who had just emptied a magazine and had not yet reloaded it. The corners of his mouth curled up in an exaggerated arc, as if he wanted to say something.

The next moment, the silver piercing flashed and disappeared.

Sparks of metal collision flew out of the driver's throat, but this scene of metal clashing did not last long. In an instant, the silver-white sword gained the upper hand, and the head, which still had a fanatical smile on its face until its death, flew high into the air.

The knight's rapier trembled slightly, and a silver light flashed across the sword. The bloodstains were cleared in an instant, without leaving any trace.

Hiltina sheathed the Twinkling Morning Star and frowned slightly.

Even though Last had blown up the opponent's heart, causing him to lose most of his strength, he still used 70% of his strength in the sword that pierced the opponent's throat, and only then did he penetrate the diaphragm that was as hard as steel.

If she had fought alone without Rast's assistance, just one polluter like the one just now would have been enough to make Hiltina spend a lot of effort.

If you want to end the battle quickly, you have no choice but to use Night Blade.

However, how many times can Hiltyna's Night Blade be used in succession? And how many such polluters are there in the entire Deep Blue Harbor?

However, what made Hiltina feel the most sick was the undisguised malice revealed by the coachman, rather than simply being difficult to deal with.

Although he still retains his rationality and can even communicate...but the other party can no longer be called a human being, but more like a beast in human appearance.

She looked at the man's motionless body and recalled the conversation they had in the carriage on the way here. She could not connect the kind-hearted coachman with the thug in front of her who had torn out her own child's spine and used it as a whip.

Xiltina asked softly, "Does he have a bad relationship with his children at home?"

"No, in the previous cycle, I once invited their family to dinner at the Golden Deer Restaurant." Last said calmly, "They are a very happy family. The wife is virtuous and manages the household well. She often does some manual work to supplement the family income. Their financial conditions are not very wealthy, but they are enough to have enough food and clothing."

"His two children are also very well-behaved and sensible. The elder one works in a newspaper office, and the younger one has excellent academic performance. Not long ago, he just received an admission letter from a university in the inland area, and his family is preparing for the tuition fees."

"After getting drunk at the dinner table, the coachman once patted me on the shoulder and said that what he was most proud of in his life were his two precious sons."

"So he would sell everything he had and rent a horse-drawn carriage in the middle of the night to support his son's future in a big inland city. If anyone dared to do something bad to his beloved son, he would smash the person's head with a bottle, even if the person was a congressman."

Luster's voice remained calm: "I know he meant what he said."

"But, that is worthless in the face of the evil god's will."

"All the beautiful and sincere feelings in the hearts of ordinary people...are transformed into the purest desire for destruction and sadism, and they are reduced to beasts with wisdom."

"This is what is called the Iron Cross."

(End of this chapter)