Section 184: Familiar Strangers (Part Two)_2

Malin began to understand why old Hoffman and all the Punishers looked so grim.

These agents of Chaos weren't strong, one could even say they were weak, but they had the advantage of numbers and could continually reinforce their ranks. The Punishers fought until they ran out of ammunition, engaging in hand-to-hand combat several times. If not for the weak nature of each individual, this fight would have been unimaginable in terms of casualties.

"Right, that elf is female, isn't she?" Malin said, remembering his last question.

"It's a male," sighed old Hoffman.

Malin began to feel pity for everyone—the fat Fatty was truly terrifying. With this thought, he felt it was indeed impossible to go to the town hall before it was purified, too disgusting. Just listening to the story made Malin feel nauseated, and he couldn't imagine how his mentor and the Punishers had managed to fight through the ordeal.

"Then I'd better head back to the Church," Malin concluded.