Talented Martial Hero
Chapter 112 Hope (Part One)

The twelve old witchers, who sat around the boiling blood pool, were shocked by the vast surge ofpower that exploded from Darren. They couldn't believe that the lad could release such power at ayoung age. They could only come 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 allfrantic but the strong witcher had to remain calm.

"Huh? Send them out? Should we let them go?” the one called Twelve anxiously asked, hoping hehad just misheard things.

Hardly, his voice faded away when the blood pool bubbled and churned. The strong witcher'scommand 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 elevenwitchers quickly made up a phalanx with their hands raising up in complex gestures. Then streamsof Witcher Power rushed out and formed a circle of light above the pool. On the other hand, Twelvewas lost in fear, as he knew what would happen right now.

After a while, from the blood pool, a huge paw reached out instantly. As if it wanted to breakthrough the Witcher Power hovering above. The devil had been suppressed in the pool for manyyears, but it always looked for a chance to revive. As the guarders of that pool, those witchersfulfilled 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. Twelvecouldn'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 fivehundred years at most,” Twelve replied gravely. It was not that he didn't want to drain his powerthat much, but he worried that he would lose too much power to suppress the devil with his witcherbrothers. 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 will comeback sooner or later. Send them out," said the strong witcher. Then together with the other tenwitchers, he released more power to put that bloody paw down. Twelve was left hanging with thestrong witcher's words.

Howl!

A loud shriek lingered around as the eleven witchers' attack strengthened more. Under strongerattack, the bloody paw disappeared followed by a sharp cry.

As Darren's horrific power evidently showed, there came frightened witchers. They all stood still andstared at Darren in alarm. Lost in mixed amusement and anxiety, the witchers badly wanted to talkto Darren but had no courage to do so.

At this time, a witcher, whose eyes were like a green blaze, walked out slowly. His gesture caughtDarren'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 a language 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 place that you can easily come to,”

Twelve asked. His voice sounded more normal, and he was more gentle than the others, makingDarren feel comfortable. Darren felt relief and solace.

Cheerfully, Darren saluted to him and told him what had happened briefly. Twelve was astonishedby his story.

"So that's what happened. But that's impossible for you to do that. Not even with your fullstrength," said Twelve firmly. "Let me get this straight, kid. The Devil Conquering Hall has beensealed by Mister Honor. Even the Holy Lords can't come in. What's more, the duty of the Holy Lordsis to prevent the remnants of fiends from getting into here. How could that even be possible for youto come in?"

Twelve's sentiments made Darren frown as he was deep in thought. He wondered if he had beenable to come in there because he had transformed into a fiend at that time. This was the onlyplausible thing he could reason out. However, Darren didn't know whether he should tell Twelveabout 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 hidesomething from him.

"Sir, to be honest, I think I was able to come here because I have the ability to transform into afiend. 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 might come in his way if he lied to thesepowerful witchers.

That powerful witcher, Twelve, became quite excited after Darren's words as his green eyes sparkledand 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 withTwelve, 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 deepsigh.

Then Darren did as what he was told. The witcher, meanwhile, watched in anticipation. Darren shuteyes and mobilized the demon core in his abdomen, fully focused. Shortly after that, his body wascovered by a layer of black scales on which sharp spines grew out. He had now transformed into afiend.

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

Twelve praised enthusiastically. And he truly seemed happier. "Well, I am glad 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 couldtransform into a fiend didn't annoy the powerful witcher but pleased him. He wanted to know thereasons.

"Sir, allow me to ask. I want to know why," Darren said hesitantly. Curiosity sparked his mind uponwitnessing Twelve's unusual reaction.

Twelve nodded, as he already knew what Darren wanted to know. Then he waved one of his sleevesto transmit some pictures and memories into Darren's brain. Perhaps the power of Twelve was toostrong, Darren didn't feel any pain this time. Memories transmitted into Darren's mind flashedsimultaneously.

A moment later, Darren understood everything in just a snap, even with no words to explain. Twelvewas indeed a powerful witcher.

What Darren saw was the history where creatures were dying out gradually. It was a war of survivalof the fittest. During the war that had lasted for thousands of years, the human race had been onthe verge of extinction. Trapped by that situation, some of the stronger survivors then caught somefiends to study their powerful bloodlines. And they finally determined to ask witchers to help themassimilate those fiends’ bloodlines so that they could become as powerful as the fiends. Actually,those people had no choice but to use that way to survive.

If their experiments succeeded in that time, no one could guarantee that Hiram the Great would notapply this method. It was their only hope to survive.

However, the experiments of assimilation failed in the end. Every method they knew was used backthen, but it was all in vain.