Chapter 232: “Live Broadcast”

Chapter 232: “Live Broadcast”

Lightning split the sky, illuminating the pitch-black city wall.

Derrick Berg, carrying a leather pouch on his back and holding the Hurricane Axe, stood outside the gate tunnel with nearly ten teammates.

Looking up, he saw that the black soil in the cracks between the stones of the city wall had dried until it crumbled, yet clumps of stubborn weeds still grew from it, drifting densely like human hair.

Just then, he heard light footsteps. He hurriedly withdrew his gaze and looked toward the city gate.

Amid the alternation of lightning and darkness, a tall figure slowly walked over, carrying two restrained straight swords crossed behind his back.

Immediately afterward, his pale, disheveled hair, his weathered and profound eyes, old scars twisted and deep, and his unchanging brown coat and linen shirt entered the eyes of Derrick and the others one after another.

The one who had come was the Chief of the City of Silver’s Six-Member Council, Colin Iliad, a powerful Demon Hunter.

After greeting him, Derrick unconsciously cast his eyes toward the Chief’s waist. There was a belt divided into many compartments, each holding a different small metal bottle.

This was a sign of a Demon Hunter’s experience and power.

Derrick had once heard his parents say that Demon Hunters were skilled at discovering the weaknesses of different monsters, identifying the uses of various materials, and, under a unique meditative state, using the latter to counter the former. They could concoct and create corresponding miraculous medicines, holy balms, essential oils, and special marks, then achieve the effect of suppressing their targets by consuming, applying, or using those items.

In a certain sense, an experienced, well-learned, well-prepared, quick-witted Demon Hunter was the bane of most monsters. The number and kinds of small metal bottles at their waist represented their “experience.”

Of course, this was only one portion of a Demon Hunter’s Beyonder abilities. Relying on these alone, they could not be called demigods or Saints.

Colin swept his gaze around, confirming that all team members had arrived, then spoke in a low voice.

“Light the lamps. Set out.”

Two team members immediately lit the candles inside the lanterns, allowing faint yellow light to hazily shine through the extremely thin leather.

During “daytime,” when lightning was frequent, candles were unnecessary inside the City of Silver, because there would be “illumination” every two or three seconds, and the surrounding monsters had been cleared again and again. But once they left the City of Silver and entered the depths of darkness, they had to maintain candlelight at all times. Otherwise, if the lightning failed to continue at some stage, resulting in more than five seconds without light, the team would most likely suffer an attack from certain monsters.

A fierce battle was not the most terrifying outcome. What left the deepest impression on Derrick was a story his parents had once told him.

During one exploration into the depths of darkness, because of an earlier battle with a tide of corroded living corpses, candles had not been replaced in time. They had been forced to endure eight seconds of profound darkness. When lightning returned and candlelight reappeared, they were shocked to find that of the original eight teammates, only five remained. The other three had vanished silently and unknowingly. They were never seen again.

Drawing a breath, Derrick tightened his grip on the Hurricane Axe and walked in the middle of the team, following the Chief toward their predetermined direction.

A flash of lightning abruptly shone, making the plains and fields planted with black long grass appear like a sinister oil painting.

The exploration team of ten Beyonders walked along a road full of jagged rocks, moving deep into those stretches of black grass.

The lightning faded, and dense darkness immediately rolled back, nearly swallowing them…