Demon Hunter and His Hut

Henrik's movements looked random, but the bullets he fired continuously sealed the entire space like a big net.

Immediately afterwards, a muffled hum came from not far away, the air spread out like mist, and the staggering figure of the prophet appeared from another place.

But the image of her running away disappeared.

"Very strange ability!"

For Henrik, the ability of the Prophet greatly restricted him, but although he missed the first shot just now, he quickly adjusted the direction of the shot following the sound of footsteps.

Although it was only an approximate area, one of the shots still rubbed the Prophet's shoulder.

A large amount of blood seeped from his shoulders, dyeing the shirt on his chest red.

"Hand over that girl, or the next shot will hit you in the head!"

Henrik still remembered the warning before departure, trying not to intensify the conflict to the point of being irreversible.

But what answered her was a cold snort from the prophet, "Kill them all!"

"Kill them all for me!"

With the order, a group of black people with guns emerged around. This time, they didn't even consider the problem of accidental injury, and swept the guns to the field!

chug!

Bang bang bang!

No matter how fast Henrik was, he couldn't kill more than a dozen people in an instant. His face became very ugly, and he shouted loudly while avoiding the nearby bunker.

"Etuya, are you crazy?"

"Kill us, the Hunter Guild will not let you go, even if you go to Bordeaux to seek the protection of the Queen of Voodoo, it will also be meaningless!"

It was only a momentary breath, and the Prophet once again covered her figure, but this time she was not fooled by Henrik.

If she dared to speak, Henrik would burst her head in the next second!

Roger rushed the fastest, and he killed the black man with a knife, but before he rushed forward again, a large number of strong men with guns swarmed around.

With a low curse, Roger turned and shrank behind the big black man, dragged his body in front of him, stepped back a few steps and jumped behind the car.

He carefully opened the door and took the steel sword from the seat.

At this time, the voice of the prophet came from a distance.

"If you want to punish me, wait until you go out alive!"

The crackling bullets hit around the car, and Roger couldn't raise his head at all. He could only shout: "Henrik!"

A negotiation turned into an inexplicable shootout, and Henrik was also very annoyed. If it weren't for the pressure from the upper levels of the Hunter Guild, he would have had the opportunity to keep the Prophet just now.

Bang bang bang!

In the violent strafing, Henrik's gunshots sounded rhythmically, and each shot would take a life away. This guy's marksmanship was so precise that he didn't seem to need to aim. Someone fell in response to the sound of the gunshot.

The pressure dropped sharply, and Roger also pulled out the flying knife he had been carrying.

Whizzing!

Soon they were clear of the gunmen around, and Peter ran out of nowhere.

"You're running fast, boy!"

Henryk pouted.

Peter nodded, "The teacher said that a good exorcist should know when to join the battlefield."

This time, Henrik didn't refute him, "Then it's up to you."

The Prophet's sorcery disturbed him a lot, and for a gunman, precision was like life.

"They must have gone to the shrine in the forest. I have been there before, and I still have some impressions."

Roger pointed to the swamp at the end of the gathering place and said.

"let's go!"

"This woman must have some plan,

After doing such a thing, the Hunter Guild would not let her go, but since she knew the consequences, she still chose to do it. "

"That only shows that what she has to do next is very important, so important that she is willing to risk being surrounded and suppressed!"

Roger rushed into the woods first, and that night he was only pulled by the water ghost to reach there unintentionally. Although he knew the approximate direction, it was still a little difficult to find.

But soon Roger noticed some clues, messy footsteps, blood dripping from the prophet's wound.

Using psychic water for many days in a row, coupled with constant meditation, his spiritual power has improved a lot, and his perception has become more acute.

At this time, in a highly concentrated state, the surrounding useless environment seemed to be stripped away, and a faint trace appeared in front of him, and these traces went straight into the depths of the swamp.

The direction he looked at was exactly the same as the place he had been to before!

"follow me!"

Roger was focused, trying to keep it that way, not even noticing the dim light from the hunter's hut in his consciousness, and a hint on the notice board.

"Open Hunter Vision"

At the same time, the prophet and others finally came to the depths of the swamp after running wildly.

"Mother, hand her over, so many people died today, I'm afraid there will be..."

Betty was a little apprehensive.

"To shut up!"

The Prophet interrupted her roughly. The arrival of Henrik and others was a complete accident. In the Prophet's plan, after Betty brought Amanda back, she could complete the ceremony.

Even if Henrik made a harsh request, she agreed temporarily, because she knew that as long as today passed, her ceremony would be completely completed.

At that time, there is naturally no so-called magic circle. If she really wants to pursue it, she also has a way to deal with it.

But now...

"damn it!"

Anger flashed across his face, and then the Prophet seemed to have thought of something.

"Take her inside, we will hold the ceremony!" The Prophet pointed to Amanda and said to the two of Betty.

"Mother……"

"Do as I say!"

"In order to arrange the whole ceremony, I spent countless efforts. After today's ceremony is destroyed, you will never have a chance."

"The terrain in the swamp is extremely complicated. Even if they know the specific location, they can't find it for a while, let alone a group of outsiders."

"Don't worry, relax your mind."

"By the time they find here, our ceremony will be over long ago, and then we will leave here together."

"Start a new life!"

After listening to the prophet's consolation, Betty's mood stabilized a lot. She had not entered the extraordinary world for a long time, and the witchcraft she just mastered was only barely controlled.

After being dispelled by Peter, the spirit was reflected, and the mood was naturally a little unstable. After a period of buffering, the spirit calmed down, and the state looked much better.

Betty and the one-armed woman carried Amanda into the house made of black stone.

The prophet pulled open a mechanism on the wall, and the entire stone house shook, the ground trembled, the black rocks cracked, and a rectangular altar slowly rose from the ground.

Countless strange patterns were carved on the altar, and each pattern left a black and red mark as if it had been soaked in blood.

The Prophet glanced at Betty with a hint of urgency in his eyes, "Come on, let's start the ceremony!"