"Impossible, absolutely impossible."
Beethoven immediately shook his head.
"Outsider, you may not know this, but the Beastification Disease has existed in Yate for a long time. It was only because the Church promoted Blood Therapy that the Beastification Disease was effectively controlled."
He explained.
"You mean effective control like this citywide curfew?"
Liu Zheng pointed with a strange expression to the houses with red lights on.
"This is a necessary measure."
Beethoven sighed.
" The Pale Night has occurred twice in the past forty years. But what you don't know is that before the Church implemented Blood Therapy, small outbreaks of Beastification Disease occurred almost every month."
He said.
"What kind of blood is used in so-called Blood Therapy?"
Liu Zheng asked.
"Well, I'm not entirely sure either."
Beethoven's gaze 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 don't want to say?"
He asked directly.
"I am a soldier, not a scholar."
Beethoven sighed and said.
"Then let's communicate like warriors. Let me see if your sword is truly as radiant as moonlight."
Liu Zheng raised his Cleaver and pointed it at Beethoven.
"Arrogant!"
The " Holy Sword " hunters were enraged upon seeing this.
To have Beethoven, the great master, pointed at with weapons in front of them was a tremendous humiliation for 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.
" Belto, 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 wields 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 glimmer 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 accepted the greatsword offered by the hunter captain and addressed 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 Yate, only they know how to use this weapon.
"Then let's talk."
As soon as he finished speaking, Liu Zheng shot out.
Facing the chief hunter of the Bloodhealing Church, he held nothing back.
After being enhanced by various items and the Legendary Disguise, his inhuman attributes were fully revealed, and even those " Holy Sword " hunters who had also been strengthened by Blood Therapy could only see a fleeting afterimage.
Hunter Captain Belto 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.
However, that's all.
Only those who have fought against Beethoven can truly understand the power of this legendary hunter.
Aside 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.
"Um?"
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 from which direction his opponent would launch a counterattack.
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 significant damage with each attack.
Therefore, Liu Zheng chose to back down.
His hooves slammed into the ground, and his body, which had been charging forward, was thrown backward.
To his surprise, Beethoven simply held up his greatsword and did not pursue the attack.
"Outsider, it seems you haven't studied swordsmanship."
Beethoven put down his greatsword and said...
"That's right."
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 neither have 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 Hell 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 weary.
However, he did not want his life's work to disappear with his death.
Beethoven believed that the " Holy Sword " hunters he had personally trained would uphold his code of chivalry.
However, the new generation of the Church lacked a swordsman as powerful as he was in his youth.
If they were merely the beasts transformed from the inhabitants of Yate, the " Holy Sword " hunters could handle them.
But they were powerless against the ancient monsters in the Tomel Ruins, the Filthy Remnants in the Forsaken Fortress, and even those nightmarish Higher Being.
" 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 Higher Being.
Without Gehrman and Maria, if the Higher Being truly appears, can he still wield the Moonlight Greatsword to hunt him 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 Yate?
"Would you like to become my disciple, young man?"
Beethoven suddenly spoke.
"Ah?"
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 an apprenticeship recruitment?
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.