Witch Troupe and the Undead

"Completely unusable!" The Moon Mother priests were at a loss, but no one blamed them. After all, their healing magic hadn't failed, and their defensive divine grace was in the same state. It was their soothing talismans that had kept the refugees from collapsing.

"Tsk!" The war priest at the very front let out a sound of dissatisfaction, but the demons had already approached the defensive line, and there was no time to complain about why these moon goddesses had to let their guard down at this crucial moment.

"Thump!" The mace slammed into the shield, making a sound with divine power. "Come on, face me! You bastards of hell!" The priests of the God of War had almost no supernatural power or authority. Unlike the paladins and priests of the Holy Lord, who could fight, defend, cast spells, heal, and deal ranged damage, the priests of the God of War were not. However, when it came to holding the line and controlling the enemy, that was another matter entirely.

The divine grace of the God of War priests is entirely applied to the physical body and combat skills. Apart from the group in the Temple of Strategy who have a little bit of supernatural power, the rest... all power comes from my muscles that have been honed to perfection!

Moreover, they are not just dead muscle. The priests of the God of War are also the world's best artisans and blacksmiths of war equipment. Their armor, weapons, and even heavy machinery are all made by themselves. In addition, they do not shy away from using ranged attacks.

So when the war demons noticed the war god priest under the forced influence of the war god's power, the latter first smashed one of the mutants that approached with a hammer, and then took out a strange weapon from his back, which looked like an enlarged magic crossbow, but it was not powered by a winch or crank, but by the divine grace of the war god.

The War Demon, who had been prepared for a face-to-face, pure-man brawl with this war god priest, was completely bewildered. In a flash of iron-gray light, his head disappeared.

"It's really useful..." This was the first time the priest had used such a weapon. Although he had modified and forged it himself based on the magic crossbow, no wonder the inventor called this enlarged magic crossbow "the prototype of the god of war." In his opinion, it was indeed the prototype of the god of war. "We should promote it vigorously in the church in the future! This thing is definitely a divinely bestowed weapon of the god of war. The inventor should at least receive the honorary title of saint."

There are two kinds of saints in the church: those who are truly saints and those who are merely honorary titles. Both are treated equally in the church. The latter are more often non-church people who have made outstanding contributions and are treated with the same courtesy as saints in the church (excluding the right to speak and the power, of course). Roach jokingly called this title "of the same saintly origin".

However, more mutants rushed over. This thing is useful, but loading it is a bit troublesome. The result of not using magic to fire it is that, just like divine grace magic, it must be prepared in advance, prayed for, and have divine power injected into the ammunition through grace to ultimately form special sanctified ammunition.

Only then can it be launched when needed. The power to launch it is also divine power. The more divine power accumulated in advance, the greater the power. Unfortunately, unlike magic, divine grace cannot be charged by multiple people in combination, so it is limited by the individual's ability. At most, it can only blow the war demon's head off with one shot.

"Here you go!" The war priest tossed his "War Roar" musket to the assistant priest behind him, then pulled out his spiked mace again to meet the mutated warrior charging in front of him.

The flesh-and-blood battle axe slammed into the shield with a terrifying thud. The immense impact caused the war priest's expression to change slightly. He instantly stepped back to maintain his shield-raising posture, and decisively smashed the hammer in his hand into the opponent's shin. With the sound of bones breaking, the clone knelt down. The next second, the hammer, enveloped in an iron-gray aura, smashed his head.

The priests of the God of War are nothing short of heavily armored warriors. Their armor and weapons, reinforced by divine power, are one of the only manifestations of their extraordinary strength. These tall and burly men, as imposing as knights, stand firmly at the forefront of the defensive line.

The Moon Goddess priests then abandoned their plans to continue calling for the goddess's favor and instead unleashed a moonlight healing spell. Beams of bright moonlight shone down on the warriors like stage lights, healing their wounds and relieving their fatigue.

"Wow, are these people from the Moon Mother Church? Have they finally remembered what they can do after staring blankly for so long?" Lulua squatted on a rooftop by the roadside, surrounded by several Dark Night Inquisitors and... a black horse.

The latter lay lazily on the balcony of the house, picking his teeth with a short sword curled around his hoof. "The fodder in this capital is really hard to eat. It's dry and tough, not as good as the fodder at home."

The Dark Judge looked at the creature with a scrutinizing gaze. This creature looked exactly like a Nightmare Demon, but it was a pet of the Chosen One. Considering that the Goddess hadn't put this thing into the Dark Prison of the Dark God Kingdom, it meant that this creature might just be some kind of new familiar with the appearance and power of a Nightmare Demon.

"Oh, is it our turn?"

"Yes, it's our turn!" Lulua leaped from the rooftop and landed on the collapsing barricade. Many militiamen had already been tackled to the ground, and screams, blood, and flames gradually spread behind the barricade.

The crowd frantically ran towards the more fortified community church at the back, but the limited space inside was already crowded with women, children, and the elderly. The war god deacon guarding the gate did not allow these young and strong men to cowardly escape, cursing them while desperately blocking those who tried to open the gate.

"Daughter of the Moon over there, use the Moon of Compassion! Hurry!"

"Ah, at this time!?" This spell can evoke positive emotions and memories in humans, and is usually used to resolve family disputes in the community. But to use it when this defense line is on the verge of collapse and demons are about to rush in and slaughter?

"Use!" As the moonlight shone, the panicked crowd suddenly paused. Many of the fleeing militiamen suddenly gripped their weapons tightly, turned around, and clashed with the writhing demons and clones that rushed in. They never expected that these terrified people would fight back, and several clones were killed instantly.

More and more people chose to turn around and pick up various weapons, even grabbing the flesh and blood weapons left behind by the clones on the ground to fight back. The defense line began to recover, but after losing the roadblock defense, it was only a matter of time before it was breached.

"Hey!" Lulua slipped away from the demon's attack like a cat, stepping on the shoulders of a clone as if it were weightless. As the clone turned its head in confusion, a foot wrapped in silver-gray light slammed into its nose, sending its head flying like a ball.

Lulua retracted her foot and stomped down, causing the headless corpse's leg bones to crack. She flew over the crowd like a cannonball and landed in front of the barricade, her body now covered in a silver-gray light like armor.

"You are..." That was a power constructed by divine force. These were all legitimate clergymen, and they could all be identified. But what god were they? The remaining Dark Night Judges also joined the refugees. They were not very good at organizing defenses and crowds, but they were very good at using the militia and the chaos of the battlefield as cover to kill those who were too powerful.

Often, just when a mutant has cut down several militiamen and is about to deal a devastating blow to their morale, a knight will rush out from behind and kick them away with a flying kick, or punch them to their knees, and then twist their necks with a pair of long and short blades, and their head will fly off.

"The current moon goddess rituals are so inappropriate!" Lulua puffed out her cheeks. They didn't even know that at times like this, the effect of the Moon of Compassion was comparable to the most powerful inspiration spell. This spell would evoke beautiful memories and emotions in humans, especially those related to offspring and family life. Right now, they were all refugees hiding here, with their families behind them.

When blinded by fear, this spell, while not directly granting them courage, can unleash a burst of courage, even more powerful than an inspiration spell—of course, this spell is ineffective against true scum, but such scum would probably be quite deserved to be killed by the war god priests overseeing the battle from the rear.

"Use Moonlight Spell!!!"

"Ah!!!?" The Moon God Priest was completely bewildered. How could this newcomer know more about the Moon God's magic than he did? However, he still obediently released the Moonlight spell. A bright, empty full moon appeared in the sky, illuminating the battlefield. Soon, the dark blue veins on the ground were discovered by the judge and the war god priest at the front.

"Pfft!" The longsword pierced the crack in the stone bricks, and soon a fountain of blood gushed out. "Don't they know that the light of the Moonlight spell can make the power of hell visible?"

The real principle is that moonlight does not protect demons from hell. Therefore, demons will appear as shadows of varying shades under the moonlight. Although it does not have the function of truly preventing invisibility or detecting through the ground, it is not much different in a sense. It cannot let you know what kind of demon it is or what the situation is below, but at least it can let you know that there are hellish forces at work below.

"Charge!" The night enveloped her petite figure like a cloak, and Lulua vanished in an instant. This was not invisibility, but rather a night-time leap she could make in areas without light. While the Moonlight spell created a bright environment that was unfavorable to her combat, the area where the demon was located was filled with shadowy patches, unprotected by the moonlight.

While seemingly disrupting the battle of the Night God Judges, it actually made them even more elusive, constantly flashing between shadows. Many clones and worms were caught off guard and were smashed away by fists emerging from the shadows. The shadows formed during their flight became the medium for a new round of darting attacks.

"Hey, you canned food over there, don't just stand there, clean up the demon flesh and veins on the ground!"

“Canned food…” The war priest wanted to complain, but he held back in the end and roared at the militiamen around him, “Follow the shadows on the ground and chop up all those disgusting things underground!”

"Old Ma! Do you want to get beaten up by the chosen ones?"

"Huh!?" The black horse suddenly raised its head, looking at the demon overlord who was frantically approaching in the distance. "Is it my turn?"

He decisively jumped off the balcony, instantly transforming from a horse into a horse-headed giant upon landing. Clearly, he couldn't use Hellfire or Nightmare Power right now. Perhaps these Night Judges had guessed something, but they wouldn't act without evidence.

"Give me heavy weapons!"

"Use this!" Lulua kicked a statue of the god of war, sending it crashing to the ground. The sword the statue had been holding fell into Old Ma's hands. It was a decorative sword for the statue, nothing special except for its solid construction, size, and weight. The war priest glanced at the shattered statue, twisted the mace in his hand repeatedly, and finally roared as he smashed the demon dog's head in front of him to pieces.

"Hey! Bastard!" Old Horse spurred at the charging demon overlord, who paused for a moment before baring forward, brandishing his long-handled battle axe. The massive iron sword and battle axe clashed, causing the demon overlord to stagger backward. Just as it was about to unleash the exquisite power of its Hellish Swordsmanship, an iron sword whirled down upon it, forcing it to switch stances and deflect the thrown weapon.

"Bang!" A powerful punch struck his cheek, followed by an unparalleled surge of pure physical strength that knocked him to the ground.

Old Horse sat half-reclined on the Demon Overlord's back, his two hooves transforming into enormous fists, unleashing a frenzied barrage of blows. The sound of flesh being pounded and bones shattering sent a shiver down the spines of everyone, even the clones, causing their movements to involuntarily soften.

"This..." The war priest felt like he might be living in a nightmare. Why was he seeing a horse-headed giant riding on a demon overlord and beating him up? The bloody and cruel battlefield just moments ago had instantly turned into some kind of tavern brawl.

"Ada!" Old Ma relentlessly pounded the demon overlord, leaving him dizzy and disoriented. Without using hellfire and the power of the great demon, he and his opponent were roughly equal in strength, but their experience in boxing and hand-to-hand combat was a different story.

Old Ma didn't dare give the demon overlord a chance to recover, constantly using his powerful fists to keep the opponent in a dazed state. Soon, his fists began to be stained with some hellfire. The overlord was obviously trying to force back this guy who had inexplicably mounted him and started attacking. However... burning a hellish sub-lord with hellfire was a very funny thing, especially since he was one of the demons most skilled at using the power of hellfire.

After beating him for a full half minute, Old Ma released the disoriented warlord and pulled a beam from a nearby house to begin a new round of violence.

The worms and clones instinctively avoided this "battlefield of the strong," and the priest of war slammed down on the roof beams with force as if they were holding baseball bats, making the priest look at them with a "this works too" expression.

Many priests couldn't even tell which side was more like the demon—at least the demon overseer who was beaten to his knees in less than a minute and was now being brutally beaten looked like a thin, powerless bullied child.

After nearly three minutes of beating, the humiliated demon overlord chose to be teleported back to Hell, however...

"I'll go after it!" Old Ma followed and disappeared into the teleportation light of hell. The demon overseer who landed on the hell plain had just breathed a sigh of relief when he was grabbed by the horns on his head by an even stronger force and pulled to the ground. In his eyes, he saw a familiar figure.

The colossal horse-headed giant was engulfed in terrifying, purplish-black demonic flames, and a long, blade-like horn extended from its head. "Ah... it's a high-ranking Nightmare Demon, a sub-lord of Hell~" The warlord peacefully closed his eyes, having no more expectations for his future.

He no longer wanted to think about why going to the mortal realm would provoke the underlord of hell to beat him up.

Chapter 369 The Slash King

The sewers are an environment that would be considered extremely harsh for most adventurers, and even for students at the academy. But for the little witch, it was no different from places like the Deadwood Swamp.

The putrid air flowed smoothly past an invisible boundary around her, and a faint shield obscured the entire group's advance. In this environment, even people who were usually very talkative lost their interest in speaking.

The "long" journey had caused the little witch to look at Roach and Alessina with her emerald green eyes for the third time, revealing a tired and weary expression.

"We'll be able to set up camp in about fifty more meters." Roach checked the map in his hand. They were currently in the academy's sewer network, heading towards the underground water storage system in the southern district. It was an ancient underground water storage pool built before the capital was established, used to drive some hydraulic mechanisms, such as the barrier stone pillars that could be raised in the river under the action of the mechanism.

About 50 meters ahead is a relatively high platform. It was originally a platform for operating the river mechanism, but the entire mechanism system was later changed to be magic-powered, so it was abandoned.

It has now become an area inhabited by homeless people in the southern district, but in this disaster, those homeless people have long since become raw materials for the creation of demons. Perhaps it was due to the effect of the demon overseers released earlier, but Roach and his companions did not encounter any demons or enemies along the way, only the monotonous and tedious journey through the sewers.

Furthermore, given their surroundings, they were not professional adventurers and were unlikely to have much of an appetite under these circumstances, except for the little witch who wanted to rest because her physical strength was nearing its limit.

"Clang!" The wolf-headed silver sword clashed with the decapitation blade, the metal colliding with a terrifying, deforming sound. The knight used all his strength to twist his wrist to dissipate the enormous impact, and then thrust his sword into the waist and abdomen of the tall demon in front of him. The silver rune sword left a white mark on the armor forged from hellfire iron.

The demon reacted quickly, blocking the attack with the metal on his belt, instead of piercing through the gaps in the armor. Leon wanted to pursue, but the decapitation sword that came from the side forced him to step back and raise the sword again in an offensive stance.

"Demon Overseer..." This was no ordinary war demon or lower-level demon; he was considered a core member of the demon force. "Whoosh!" A plume of hot air, carrying sparks, billowed from beneath the black hellfire helmet, and a pair of eyes burning with flames stared intently at Leon.

“A worthy opponent…” White holy flames burned on Leon’s blade. He was a proper paladin, meaning he was a priest who had been promoted from a combat priest. He was not only proficient in swordsmanship and combat, but also possessed divine power. The difference between him and the “paladins” conferred by the church was probably similar to the difference between a disciple from the Bodhidharma Academy of Shaolin Temple and an ordinary lay disciple.

The blade of light, burning with holy fire, slashed down diagonally. The tip of the blade seemed to glide past the opponent's breastplate, but in an instant, it ignited a terrifying flame, setting the entire armor ablaze.

"Agh!" The demon overseer screamed in agony, hastily mobilizing hellish magic to forcibly extinguish the flames. However, his armor was already burning red-hot, and even a demon under such damage emitted a smell of roasted meat.

“It’s under attack…” Livia suddenly stopped, a look of confusion in her eyes. The demon she had summoned had been attacked, and by holy flames no less. Could it be that someone from the church had come down?

"Hmm, then let's remove it..." A rune in the small hand quickly burned out, along with the rune ring around the demon overlord's neck. The demon overlord, who was being driven mad by the pain and launching a frantic counterattack, froze.

The burnt-out rune ring swiftly injected some mysterious power into his body, and the entire hellish magic instantly lost control, or rather, broke free from his control, and was bound by a more powerful being.

"Pfft!" The Holy Flame Longsword suddenly pierced into his waist. Leon didn't know what the demon was daydreaming about, but he would never let go of such a good opportunity. The holy white flames instantly covered the demon's entire body, burning it completely into ashes. This made Leon feel a little strange. Under normal circumstances, if the demon overseer mobilized hellish magic to resist, it would not be possible for him to be burned to death so quickly.

Although it can inflict severe damage, it will still take at least one or two more rounds to either take the opportunity to deal more damage and inject more Holy Flame, or to deplete the opponent's stamina and magic power, making it unable to suppress its injuries any longer and causing the Holy Flame to erupt.

The fact that it was burned to ashes so cleanly and efficiently made Leon feel a little strange. However, he wasn't one of those people who specialized in investigation. As a paladin, his job and mission were only one: to enter the lower levels of the capital, find the person or something that summoned the rift in hell, and then kill everything that looked like heretics and demons at the scene and along the way.

It's not that he's brainless; rather, he knows all too well that when dealing with demons and heretics, the more you think, the more you consider, and the more you weigh the benefits, the more likely you are to be taken advantage of. This is a lesson he learned in his youth, which cost him half a kidney.

The correct approach is to disregard the opponent's reliance, identity, entanglements, the forces behind them, the connections they have, and the major trends they are holding hostage. Just remember one thing: within the reach of your blade, even if the opponent has an entire empire at their disposal, they have no way to stop themselves from being killed.

On Earth, this principle is called "Within three feet, a thousand miles away, everyone is an enemy." Don't listen to those demons and heretics, don't care what hostages they have or what interests they have. Charge in and kill them all before they speak or before they bring out their hostages—as for what happens afterward...

He wasn't a complete brute. He knew perfectly well that no matter what those heretics and demons promised, those nobles and princes would never do anything for a bunch of dead people or dead demons. In fact, they would love for him to kill them all and bury all these conspiracies deep underground.

This is because the church is unwilling to easily unleash this "beast." A mere brute is easy to deal with, but this guy is someone who has thought things through carefully, like a hunting beast, before making the "brute" decision.

In other words, this guy is capable of causing far more trouble than a mere brute. Every time, he puts the church in a very passive position. For example, when dealing with the problem of a demon infesting a certain count's family mansion, he didn't care about the identity of the summoner at all and went up to kill both the person and the demon. As a result, the count lost his only son.

The other party meant that the church should deal with the out-of-control demon, while his only son's heretical behavior should be left to the aristocratic system to handle. The usual plan was to imprison him and then secretly deal with him after a new heir was born.

Of course, it cannot be ruled out that the other party may feel that sacrificing a few commoners is not a big deal and may continue to be his heir to the earldom.

However, Leon chose to charge in, and before that arrogant fellow could utter his first line, he directly broke through with his Holy Flame Sword, killing both the man and the summoned lower-level demons.

The church spent considerable resources and connections to resolve the matter, and even had to do so because this matter would bring divine favor and power from the Lord, while colluding with the other party in this matter would truly result in divine punishment and the deprivation of divine grace.

As a result, Leon grew stronger and stronger, to the point that his maximum ability to kill everyone in one turn without listening to any explanations or dialogue also increased. The Church really didn't dare to let him perform exorcisms anymore, fearing that if he were released one day, a certain ancient family in the Empire would be wiped out or even exterminated.

The only suitable position for him is the Church's underground sealing facility, where everything is so large that it doesn't matter if they're all killed, or rather, they wouldn't be sealed away even if they were killed. If Leon really has the ability to kill all those things in the sealing facility, the Church will be overjoyed: Do you know how much of the Church's budget those things consume every year? The holy silver used for sealing needs to be replaced and purified every year!

The incident in the capital made the Church realize that this was a good opportunity to release Leon, because the demons inside were concentrated in places that normal nobles would not go, such as the sewers, and the real powerful people in the empire were hiding in the fortress and being besieged by demons. At this time, it would be very worthwhile to release this beast to tear the demons apart.

Moreover, the church had another consideration: regardless of who summoned this demon, the fact that it caused this mess under the emperor's nose meant that even without this beast, the guy would still face the extermination of his entire family if he found out. It was better to give the church some credit and make good use of this waste.

On the other side, Livia looked wearily at the demon on the platform, her small hands gripping her staff tightly. Even though her face remained expressionless as always, her light golden hair, which swayed slightly and even rose without wind, hinted at something more…

Roach knew that the little witch's anger was about to explode. She had been looking forward to it all the way, but when she arrived at the campsite, it was already occupied by demons and clones, with countless fleshy pods covering the ceiling and every corner of the platform.

Clearly, she not only had nowhere to rest, but also had to work overtime alone. Even with the little witch's good temper, she was about to break down.

"Let's get started~" Roach took out a handful of runestones and loaded them into something that looked like a grenade launcher. This was something he had recently created to make up for his lack of AOE skills. It had only one purpose: to use the wind element power output by the rune disk to throw these magical runestones out.

Unlike the sound of a real grenade launcher, this thing fired more like a crossbow, making a sound like a taut bowstring. Several shiny rune stones were thrown out and exploded the moment they hit the ground.

Roach didn't have the skill or time to make any detailed adjustments or creations to the spell configurations of these runestones. Therefore, the spell configuration of these runestones was simply "Magic Burst," where purplish-red hellish magic lightning exploded in all directions. For demons, hellish magic could still cause damage, it's just that their resistance to hellish magic was higher.

"Enemy attack!" A roar in Hellish language rang out, and a Hellish demon wielding a giant axe charged out from the dense explosion of magical energy. This demon, which looked somewhat like a bull's head, was like a bull-headed giant with bat wings, but its body was covered with scales and large pieces of bone armor.

The hellish iron armor plates fixed to the bone plates still had countless dancing purple-red arcs of electricity remaining, clearly having also suffered considerable damage from the magic energy explosion. Before the giant axe could be swung down, it was hit by a massive, whirling, thrown sword.

Taking advantage of the moment of hesitation, Alessina slashed the demon's ankle with a luminous fragment, then caught the falling Greatsword and slammed it into the demon's calf, instantly severing the entire calf from the ankle.

"Agh!" The pain of the severed limb made the demon roar, but the moment it opened its mouth, a small stone flew in.

"Bang!" The putrid blood exploded, and the tall hell demon slumped to its knees, its head reduced to just the lower half. Even with its considerable magical resistance and physical defense, the demon couldn't withstand the runestone that exploded inside its head.

"So accurate..." Livia looked at Roach beside her in surprise. She was prepared to cast the spell despite her fatigue, but Roach's runestone accurately destroyed the demon. "Uh... an accident." Roach was actually aiming at its torso, not its mouth. As a result, Alessina's attack made the guy shorter, so the runestone hit inside its mouth.

"Young lady, they're all charging over!" There were at least twenty or thirty demons and hundreds of clones on the platform, which appeared to be made up of homeless people who used to live here.

"Oh~" Livia took a deep breath, her pink lips moving as if some extremely blasphemous, evil, and terrifying language was silently spreading. Abundant hellish magic surged rapidly towards the ritual field she had set up. A giant magic circle appeared, and as the witch's staff unfolded, gems and ritual implements automatically flew to their respective positions, beginning to play their symbolic roles.

"Exile to the Realm!" The witch pointed her staff forward, and the entire spacetime environment twisted in an instant. The moss in the sewers turned into burning charcoal, and countless blasphemous and blood-dripping words spread across the stone bricks. The edge of reality and hell were twisted together.

Intertwined, the images resembled both sewers and the desecrated ruins of the edge of hell. The demons and their clones seemed to be traversing between unconnected spaces. They charged forward with all their might, yet even a distance of less than 15 meters felt like an entire world.

As the witch's spell was completed, the entire distorted and intertwined space collapsed towards the center like a vortex. All those who did not have time to escape the collapse zone were crushed by the space itself and evenly divided into hundreds of spacetime fragments.

However, those who escaped didn't enjoy their safety for long, because it was only temporary. The entire intersecting spacetime eventually collapsed into a single point of light and disappeared, along with everything shrouded in magic. The platform's ground, the blue bricks of the sewers, and even the fleshy tentacles of the simulated demons all vanished.

To prevent collapse, the witch had to use another spell to reinforce the ground and walls. Under her will, the soil and rocks twisted and deformed into a somewhat ugly-cute, crooked supporting structure, which then hardened into a new supporting framework.

"Thud~" The invincible little witch collapsed with a smile on her face after completing the spell. Luckily, Leslie was right behind her and caught her from behind, otherwise she would have rolled into the sewer.

Good news: The corruption and blasphemy here have been packed up and thrown into the gap between the mortal world and hell, where they have been crushed and returned to the garbage dump of hell. Bad news: The invincible little witch has fallen again.

They had to camp on the platform until she fully recovered, and without the witch casting a barrier and setting up magical traps, the camp wouldn't be as safe as it had been on their previous trips.

“I’ve set up some alchemical bombs and tripwires, but they only serve as warnings and can’t stop demons or anything else from rushing in.” Roach made a batch of alchemical bombs and tripwires with simple materials and placed them around the platform. Alessina also made some traps based on her experience as a veteran adventurer, but in this environment and in the face of powerful enemies, their ability to hinder them was only better than nothing.

"It's enough to defend against ordinary low-level demons. At the very least, it won't let a demon sneak into my bed while I'm sleeping." Leslie secured the silk thread with the small bell to the entrance of the stairs leading from the sewer to the ground.

Since the witch's banishment had scraped away an entire layer of the ground, there was no need to clean up the various "gifts" left by the homeless people. They could simply lay out blankets to rest, or even do it without blankets. No one had an appetite, but to avoid running out of energy later, they forced themselves to eat a few bites of dry rations. Even the only cook, Alessina, didn't plan to set up a pot to cook anything.

"We still have plenty of alchemical materials, and we haven't used any potions much." Leslie checked her luggage. Although everyone knew that nothing had been used along the way, checking the luggage was still necessary—not using potions didn't mean they wouldn't expire or become ineffective, nor did it mean that you wouldn't lose something along the way.

It would be ridiculous if you didn't check and found out the potion was expired or the item was lost around some corner when you needed it. Meanwhile, on the other side...

“They’re all dead… marks from a decapitation sword, demons killing each other?” Leon examined the monster corpses and several war demon corpses that hadn’t completely turned into mud and ash in the sewers. There were obvious marks from a demon’s decapitation sword, which meant that demons had killed each other here.