Chapter 112 Hope (Part One)


    The twelve old witchers, who sat around the boiling blood pool, were shocked by the vast surge of


    power that exploded from Darren. They couldn''t believe that thed could release such power at a


    young age. They could onlye up with one solution.


    "Twelve. Send them out,"


    came an order from a strong witcher, while still watching Darren''s out-bursting power. They were all


    frantic but the strong witcher had to remain calm.


    "Huh? Send them out? Should we let them go?" the one called Twelve anxiously asked, hoping he had


    just misheard things.


    Hardly, his voice faded away when the blood pool bubbled and churned. The strong witcher''smand


    lingered in his mind, making him tremble in fear.


    At the sight of that situation, they had no choice but to do so. With full concentration, the eleven


    witchers quickly made up a phnx with their hands raising up inplex gestures. Then streams of


    Witcher Power rushed out and formed a circle of light above the pool. On the other hand, Twelve was


    lost in fear, as he knew what would happen right now.


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    After a while, from the blood pool, a huge paw reached out instantly. As if it wanted to break through


    the Witcher Power hovering above. The devil had been suppressed in the pool for many years, but it


    always looked for a chance to revive. As the guarders of that pool, those witchers fulfilled their duties to


    suppress that devil under the pool, preventing it from getting away.


    "Yes, Twelve. You heard me. Send them out," the strong witcher could only reply until then. Twelve


    couldn''t suppress himself anymore.


    "But I''ll lose eighty percent of my Witcher Power if I do so. Then we can only suppress it for five


    hundred years at most," Twelve replied gravely. It was not that he didn''t want to drain his power that


    much, but he worried that he would lose too much power to suppress the devil with his witcher


    brothers. He worried whether it was worthwhile to do so.


    "It doesn''t matter whether it''s five hundred years or eight hundred years, Twelve. The devil wille


    back sooner orter. Send them out," said the strong witcher. Then together with the other ten witchers,


    he released more power to put that bloody paw down. Twelve was left hanging with the strong witcher''s


    words.


    Howl!


    A loud shriek lingered around as the eleven witchers'' attack strengthened more. Under stronger attack,


    the bloody paw disappeared followed by a sharp cry.


    ...


    As Darren''s horrific power evidently showed, there came frightened witchers. They all stood still and


    stared at Darren in rm. Lost in mixed amusement and anxiety, the witchers badly wanted to talk to


    Darren but had no courage to do so.


    At this time, a witcher, whose eyes were like a green ze, walked out slowly. His gesture caught


    Darren''s attention, but Darren could only watch him silently.


    "Sir," the witchers there greeted respectfully together, while their voices echoed in the dark passage.


    Then they told something to Twelve in anguage that Darren didn''t understand.


    Twelve, on the other hand, only responded with a nod.


    "Go ahead,"


    Twelve ordered, and the other witchers left. Then he diverted his attention to Darren this time.


    "Kid, how did you get into here? This is not a ce that you can easilye to,"


    Twelve asked. His voice sounded more normal, and he was more gentle than the others, making


    Darren feelfortable. Darren felt relief and sce.


    Cheerfully, Darren saluted to him and told him what had happened briefly. Twelve was astonished by


    his story.


    "So that''s what happened. But that''s impossible for you to do that. Not even with your full strength,"


    said Twelve firmly. "Let me get this straight, kid. The Devil Conquering Hall has been sealed by Mister


    Honor. Even the Holy Lords can''te in. What''s more, the duty of the Holy Lords is to prevent the


    remnants of fiends from getting into here. How could that even be possible for you toe in?"


    Twelve''s sentiments made Darren frown as he was deep in thought. He wondered if he had been able


    toe in there because he had transformed into a fiend at that time. This was the only usible thing


    he could reason out. However, Darren didn''t know whether he should tell Twelve about it or not. He


    seemed too scary for him. But then he pondered, Twelve seemed too powerful. He would know what


    he wanted to know, even if he was not told. It was useless to lie and hide something from him.


    "Sir, to be honest, I think I was able toe here because I have the ability to transform into a fiend. I


    had undergone some strange adventures where I gained that ability," Darren said modestly, as he had


    no choice but to tell him the truth. Trouble mighte in his way if he lied to these powerful witchers.


    That powerful witcher, Twelve, became quite excited after Darren''s words as his green eyes sparkled


    and were full of happiness and astonishment. Darren''s abilities amused him.


    "What? You can transform into a fiend?" Twelve asked in surprise, almost shouting in joy.


    Darren almost jumped in surprise with Twelve''s reaction. He didn''t know what was wrong with Twelve,


    but he felt that Twelve was excited because of something good rather than being angry.


    "Yes, sir. I can," Darren answered reluctantly.


    "Kid, show me. Quick!"


    Twelve urged and bit his lips in excitement. Darren could only respond with several nods and a deep


    sigh.


    Then Darren did as what he was told. The witcher, meanwhile, watched in anticipation. Darren shut


    eyes and mobilized the demon core in his abdomen, fully focused. Shortly after that, his body was


    covered by ayer of ck scales on which sharp spines grew out. He had now transformed into a


    fiend.


    "Amazing! Bravo! It''s aplete transformation! You did it,"


    Twelve praised enthusiastically. And he truly seemed happier. "Well, I am d to send you out then. It''s


    worth consuming eighty percent of my Witcher Power," Twelve said, feeling pleased.


    Surprisingly, Twelve didn''t get mad at Darren so he felt it confusing. The fact that he could transform


    into a fiend didn''t annoy the powerful witcher but pleased him. He wanted to know the reasons.


    "Sir, allow me to ask. I want to know why," Darren said hesitantly. Curiosity sparked his mind upon


    witnessing Twelve''s unusual reaction.


    Twelve nodded, as he already knew what Darren wanted to know. Then he waved one of his sleeves to


    transmit some pictures and memories into Darren''s brain. Perhaps the power of Twelve was too strong,


    Darren didn''t feel any pain this time. Memories transmitted into Darren''s mind shed simultaneously.


    A momentter, Darren understood everything in just a snap, even with no words to exin. Twelve


    was indeed a powerful witcher.


    What Darren saw was the history where creatures were dying out gradually. It was a war of survival of


    the fittest. During the war that hadsted for thousands of years, the human race had been on the


    verge of extinction. Trapped by that situation, some of the stronger survivors then caught some fiends


    to study their powerful bloodlines. And they finally determined to ask witchers to help them assimte


    those fiends'' bloodlines so that they could be as powerful as the fiends. Actually, those people


    had no choice but to use that way to survive.


    If their experiments seeded in that time, no one could guarantee that Hiram the Great would not


    apply this method. It was their only hope to survive.


    However, the experiments of assimtion failed in the end. Every method they knew was used back


    then, but it was all in vain.