No one knows how many Demon Hunters are stationed there, but it is the core zone of erosion. Presumably, those Demon Hunters are either killed or transformed into more powerful Demons, and now the sound of claws scraping is coming from inside Saint Nalos Cathedral...
Those monsters, those people driven mad by erosion, are trying to crawl out of that Hell. Once they see daylight again, the existing Demon Hunters are simply unable to resist.
The remaining Demon Hunters also looked at 047, who was given the name Medanzo, the leader of everyone. His decision would affect them all.
Escape or continue to fight to the death.
Humanity's flaws began to act, as if Gods were watching all this, laughing mockingly at the will of mortals.
The hand gripping the Nail Sword couldn't help trembling; time was running out for 047. Slowly, he took off the steel mask and threw it into the pool of blood, his gray-blue eyes filled with fatigue, his face covered in filth and blood.
