The Divine Armor of the Old Century（Book 1）

Chapter 162

Many times, the right choice doesn't lead to good results, but sometimes, a bad decision can bring a glimmer of hope.

Lloyd slowly opened his eyes. After escaping the **Breach**, the demon hunter had never looked so worn out. Yet, as if he had made some monumental decision, he clenched his fists.

What an intriguing description.

Recalling Watson's words, Lloyd felt as if he was seeing the demons anew. Like an ant calling for human help by piling up insect corpses—food for ants, but a heap of rotting garbage to humans.

Humans and demons were inherently different beings, with an insurmountable barrier between their thoughts. Perhaps the demons' savage actions were, to them, just a fun game?

"Mr. Holmes?"

The door creaked open, and Red Falcon interrupted Lloyd's thoughts, calling out to him.

Lloyd looked up at Red Falcon, rising to place his weapons by his side.

"Are the items here?"

"They've arrived. This is Old Dunling. Our Purge Unit can still move things here," Red Falcon said, handing over a silver case emblazoned with a snake biting its tail, the emblem of the Perpetual Pump.

This was what Lloyd had requested after the Purge Unit arrived. With their previous cooperation, the unit's supply aid came swiftly.

"What about those people's identities?"

Lloyd took the case and asked.

"We've found them, but there are some issues. You need to take a look," Red Falcon said, frowning as if something had happened.

"Alright, I understand. Wait a moment."

Lloyd turned his gaze to the girl on the bed, Seru.

"Seru, we need to go."

"Where to?" The girl looked up, her eyes filled with exhaustion and drowsiness.

"You'll find out soon enough... but we can't stay here."

Lloyd said calmly. Stuart's mansion was too conspicuous. On detailed maps, you could find it directly. The enemy lurked in the shadows, and with the demons' strange, unknown powers, no one knew how they might appear.

"But there's one more thing before we leave."

Lloyd opened the case, revealing rows of Florentine potions, urgently summoned from the Perpetual Pump. But instead of taking the potions, he picked up a nearby syringe, hiding it under his hand, and walked toward Seru.

"What are you doing?" Seru sensed something was wrong as Lloyd approached.

"You need rest, Seru."

He said, quickly injecting a small dose of sedative into her. The girl first looked surprised, then struggled violently, but soon, a tidal wave of drowsiness engulfed her. She closed her eyes and fell into a deep sleep, her tense face relaxing into a gentle expression.

After confirming she was truly asleep, Lloyd picked her up and handed her to the entering Yahweh.

"If she has any adverse reactions, give her this," he said, tossing a Florentine potion to Yahweh.

Human willpower has its limits. With Seru's ordinary constitution, prolonged fatigue would only make her more vulnerable to mental attacks.

"What happened to her?" Yahweh, not knowing the details, became momentarily angry.

"Just sleeping. We need to move, and I need to prepare."

Lloyd's demeanor turned icy, like a calm hunter, as he wiped his sword and crossbow, setting up the traps for his hunt.