Demon Hunter and His Hut

After waiting quietly for a moment, Henrik suddenly spoke.

"This guy should be resting, don't worry, their vision and hearing are very degraded, just like bats, if they are not awake, they are no different from dead objects."

"That trait reminds me of a gargoyle."

Roger whispered.

"Gargoyles are a high-level manifestation of vampires, and those things are often the watchdogs of vampires."

Henryk's voice was extremely low, and his footsteps were slow. The two of them passed through the cave lightly and continued down.

Along the way, we actually saw nearly ten vampires hanging upside down on the cave.

"I'm afraid it will be a bit tricky. Judging from the number of vampire demons, the guy inside is likely to be close to the crescent level, or has already reached it."

Henrik glanced at Roger.

"How is it, are you sure?"

As for Roger's combat power, he knew a little bit about it.

"no problem!"

Roger nodded without hesitation.

Now he is several times stronger than before he entered the supernatural. With his brilliant swordsmanship and the addition of French and Indian, Roger is confident to face any crescent-level enemy.

All the way down, the air became more and more turbid, and the rot was mixed with a special fishy sweetness.

Henrik frowned, he always felt that the smell was a little familiar.

After walking down another distance, the two have never seen a vampire again, which means that they are closer to the monster hidden in the depths of the cave.

"Be careful, it should be here soon!"

Henryk reminded in a low voice.

Turning a corner, at this moment a sobbing voice came into my mind.

Roger's right hand clenching the steel sword tensed violently, but then an inexplicable flame suddenly rose from his lower abdomen, and a mass of heat gushed out of his body.

Even breathing became heavier.

Before he could speak, Henrik's expression changed drastically. He was all too familiar with this voice.

A long time ago, this used to be the voice that he was dreaming about, but now, it has become the deepest nightmare in the bottom of my heart.

"Night... Demon!"

"It's her, it must be her!"

Henrique was so excited that he could hardly control his volume. He was about to step forward, but was pulled by Roger.

"Calm down!"

"Don't forget there's another monster here!"

After hearing Roger's words, Henrik immediately became much more awake, and the two of them slowed down and walked down little by little.

As the distance got closer, the strange and euphemistic voice became clearer and clearer, and the desire in his heart was rising. Roger was also a little surprised by the Night Demon's control of desire.

"Pain can effectively suppress your desire."

"But only temporarily, and when a certain threshold is exceeded, pain can sometimes be the catalyst."

Henrik glanced at Roger, and there was a flash of determination in his eyes.

"But there is a kind of pain that can completely invalidate the temptation of Night Demon."

Saying that, he clenched his fists and slammed into somewhere under him!

Henrik gritted his teeth, his eyes almost popped out of their sockets, the blue veins on his forehead bulged, and his face swelled like a boiled crab.

"wtf!"

"It's a real pain in the ass."

Just looking at the strength, Roger could imagine the pain that went straight to the bone marrow. Even if he had experienced the pain of the grass trial, Roger did not want to experience the feeling of Henrik.

After the pain, Henrik's eyes became much clearer immediately, he covered his lower abdomen with one hand, bent down, and walked down staggeringly.

Except for his hands, no part of his body was shaking.

Roger condensed his mental strength, and the Ouroboros in his mind spun rapidly, helping him offset part of the impact.

The female night devil's provocation of desire is all-round, sound, smell, visual impact and mental interference.

Faced with her, almost all men will become slaves of desire.

Finally, the two of them came to the bottom of the cave. What appeared in front of them was an open space, with shimmering moss growing on the surrounding rock walls.

Although it is deep underground, it does not appear dim at all, but reveals a little charming scenery under the interlacing of various colors.

In the middle of the cave is a prominent stone platform, behind which is a flowing underground river.

Around the stone platform were comatose villagers, their eyes were tightly closed, their faces were blue-black, and a thick bloody tendon on their foreheads was particularly evident.

Obviously, before being sent here, their bodies were injected with deadly toxins. Although they are alive now, they are only breathing rations.

On the stone platform, the battle was going on in full swing, and the sound of the battle entered the ears and merged with the impactful picture in front of him.

Roger couldn't help covering his mouth and nose, the desire in his heart was burning like a flame, and he almost couldn't control his breathing.

"Bang!"

There was a soft sound next to him, and Roger knew that Henrique had punched him again.

"This is so cruel!"

If it goes on like this, the female night demon is not dead, and Henrik will probably beat himself to death, right?

"Roar……"

In the upper position was a man with two wings on his back and an extremely ugly face. His eyes were the size of mung bean, his nose was turned up, and his mouth was wide open, revealing bright red gums.

The furry ears stand up sharply at the peak.

"Cuckoo..."

A smirk came.

"Can't it be so soon?"

"You guys are really useless, can you still move?"

"No, get out."

"I can still!"

The man gasped and said, and after he finished speaking, he dragged a villager from under the stone platform, his mouth was wide open, and he bit the villager's neck in one bite.

Blood was sprayed everywhere, and a lot of it fell on the female Night Demon.

The female night devil giggled and seemed to like this kind of game very much. Her skin was light brown, and her body was covered with strange lines.

These lines accompanied the ups and downs of her body like living creatures, forming a strange feeling with great visual impact.

She doesn't look much different from ordinary human women, she has almost taken off the form of a beast, and the most peculiar thing is the double horns on her head.

One black and one white.

Black as ink, white as jade.

After sucking the blood of a villager, the monster above became alive again, but with the restart of the battle, the lines on the body actually began to swim, drawing away the energy of the monster little by little.

Henrik gave Roger a wink.

In just ten seconds, the monster reached its peak again. At the same time, Henrik also pressed a special bullet into the magazine.

"Bang!"

Henrik hit the target with precision, and with a scream, Roger heard the sound of metal hitting the egg-shaped object.

"Bang bang bang!"

The gunshots sounded one after another, and Henrik rushed out of the hiding place. He alternated his guns to form a perfect fire suppression.

And Roger also rushed up with a stride.

"who is it?!"

A roar.

The monster used its wings to protect its body and spun back to hide. The female Night Demon who was completely exposed also saw Henrik rushing up.

Her nose twitched.

"Familiar taste..."

"Oh it's you."

"Useless Henrik."