Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"You mean effective control like this, a city-wide curfew?"

Liu pointed with a strange expression to the houses with red lights on.

"This is a necessary measure."

Beethoven sighed.

“In the past forty years, the Pale Night has occurred twice. But what you don’t know is that before the Church implemented blood therapy, there were small outbreaks of bestiality almost every month.”

He said.

"What kind of blood is used in so-called blood therapy?"

Liu Zheng asked.

"I'm not entirely sure about that either."

Beethoven's eyes flickered slightly.

With Liu Zheng's keen senses, this anomaly naturally did not escape his notice.

"Is it that you don't know, or that you're unwilling to say?"

He asked directly.

"I am just a soldier, not a scholar."

Beethoven sighed and said.

"Then let's communicate like warriors. Let me see if your sword is truly as bright as moonlight."

Liu Zheng raised his butcher's knife and pointed it at Beethoven.

"Insanity!"

The "Holy Sword" hunters were enraged upon seeing this.

It was a great humiliation for them to have Beethoven pointed at with weapons in front of them.

"Very beautiful lines of poetry."

Beethoven himself was immediately impressed.

Although he disliked academic research, it didn't mean he disliked literature.

On the contrary, when he was feeling lost, he often drew strength from poetry and chivalric romances.

"Berto, lend me your sword."

Beethoven said to the hunter captain.

"Why don't you use your holy sword? Are you looking down on me?"

Liu Zheng frowned.

"My mentor, it is wielded only to slay beasts and monsters."

Beethoven shook his head.

"tutor?"

"That's right. The sacred moonlight guides my way. No matter how long the darkness, I can always find that ray of light."

Beethoven reached behind his back and stroked the sheathless greatsword with a gentle expression.

As if in response, the greatsword emitted a light that flickered like breathing.

Faced with such a miraculous sight, all the "Holy Sword" hunters showed expressions of reverence.

"This sword must be at least a perfect-grade item, right?"

However, Liu Zheng's mind was filled with nothing but blasphemous thoughts.

"Come, stranger, let us talk with swords."

Beethoven took the greatsword offered by the hunter captain and said to him.

Compared to the Moonlight Greatsword, the Hunter Captain's Greatsword is similar in shape, but smaller in size.

However, it is still a very well-made weapon.

This is also the standard weapon of the "Holy Sword" hunters; among all the hunters in Atlantis, only they know how to use this weapon.

"Then let's talk."

As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zheng's figure shot out.

Facing the chief hunter of the Blood Healing Church, he held nothing back.

After being enhanced by various items and the legendary vest, his inhuman attributes were fully revealed, and even those "Holy Sword" hunters who had also been strengthened by blood healing could only see a blur.

Hunter Captain Berto looked surprised.

He had underestimated the strength of this outsider. If the other party had suddenly attacked, he might have been caught off guard and killed on the spot.

But that's all.

Only those who have fought against Beethoven can truly understand the power of this legendary hunter.

Apart from the "Holy Sword" hunter personally trained by Beethoven, all the humans or beasts who had fought him were dead.

Sure enough, Beethoven simply raised his hand in response to this lightning-fast attack.

After parrying Liu Zheng's slash with an upward sweeping strike, the sword was raised high above the head.

"Ok?"

Liu Zheng originally wanted to continue the pursuit, but a sense of danger washed over him.

He quickly observed Beethoven's gestures but couldn't determine which direction his opponent would launch a counterattack from.

Because swords are different from knives, they are double-edged.

Whether it's a straight slash, a diagonal slash, a backhand slash, a backhand flick, or even a thrust, it can all create an effective attack.

The greatsword's length and weight are sufficient to inflict enough damage with an attack.

Therefore, Liu Zheng chose to back down.

His hooves slammed into the ground, and his body, which had been advancing rapidly, was forced backward.

To his surprise, Beethoven simply held up his greatsword and did not pursue the attack.

“Outsider, it seems you have never studied swordsmanship.”

Beethoven put down his greatsword and said.

"Yes."

Liu Zheng nodded.

After all, he's just a wage slave; learning some boxing and dagger techniques for self-defense is the limit for him.

We have neither the resources nor the energy to learn military tactics and attack him again.

However, Liu Zheng plans to learn military tactics after he turns thirty and has some money.

Unfortunately, before that time came, he was diagnosed with ALS and then was chosen by the hellish game.

"He has never practiced swordsmanship, yet he possesses such skill in generating power and a keen sense of danger."

Beethoven's face showed appreciation, along with a hint of barely perceptible excitement.

He is old after all, and even if blood therapy can prolong his life, he cannot live for several more decades.

Death was not an unacceptable thing for Beethoven; in fact, he was already feeling somewhat exhausted.

However, he did not want his life's work to disappear with his death.

Beethoven believed that the "holy sword" hunters he personally trained would uphold his chivalrous code.

However, the new generation of the church lacked a swordsman as powerful as he was in his youth.

If it were just the beasts transformed from the inhabitants of Atlantis, the "Holy Sword" hunters could handle them.

But they were powerless against the ancient monsters in the Tomel Ruins, the filthy remnants in the abandoned fortress, and even those nightmarish superiors.

"Pale Night".

The ominous word flashed through Beethoven's mind.

After all, he was someone who participated in the Great Hunt back then. Even if he subconsciously refused to understand, he could sense that this incident was inextricably linked to those in power.

Without German and Maria, if the superior were to actually appear, could he still raise the Moonsword to hunt them down?

Even if he could actually do it, what about the next Pale Night?

Who will take up the Moonlight Greatsword and continue to protect the people of Atlantis?

"Would you like to become my disciple, young man?"

Beethoven suddenly said.

"what?"

Liu Zheng, who was pondering how to launch an attack, was stunned.

The "Holy Sword" hunters were also stunned.

Wasn't it supposed to be a duel? How did it turn into taking on a disciple?

Your communication went way too smoothly!

If the other person hadn't been their revered Beethoven, they would have suspected that the two had known each other for a long time and were just putting on an act.

"Well, although I know I'm a martial arts prodigy with extraordinary talent, isn't it a bit presumptuous of you to suddenly become my master?"

Liu Zheng scratched his head and said.

Chapter 274 Don't go back to the Bloody Restaurant, come work for me!

"It may be a bit presumptuous of me, but I sincerely hope you can join us."

Beethoven said sincerely.

"Forget it, I don't want to have anything to do with the church."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

If he wants to join the church, why doesn't he join the Church of Suffering? They even want him to be the pope.

Although there were only two followers in total, even the saint's remains were stolen.

“Young man, you may have some misunderstandings about the church. In fact, the church has been working hard to cure the diseases and beast-like diseases of the residents of Atlantis, and the High Priestess Amelia is a kind and noble leader.”

Beethoven attempted to change Liu Zheng's impression of the church.

"There's no point in saying more. Let's finish the fight first. If you can't beat me, then there's no point in talking about taking me on as a disciple."

Liu Zheng shook his head.

"It's a good thing for young people to be confident."

Beethoven couldn't help but laugh.

"However, don't underestimate us old folks."

He raised the greatsword again, gripping it with his left hand below the hilt and his other hand crossed over the end of the hilt.

The sword was held diagonally upwards, its tip pointing towards Liu Zheng's throat.

This is the standard starting stance of the Moonlight Sword Technique, a style that Beethoven refined through countless battles, based on his family's swordsmanship and the swordsmanship he learned from other hunters.

This style is called the Upper Stroke Style.

"Come on, young man, attack me with all your might."

Beethoven said with a relaxed expression.

"My full strength?"

Liu Zheng raised an eyebrow.

If he were to use his full strength, it would be questionable whether Atlantis could even exist.

After all, if you push him too far, he might just summon the gospel.