Demon Hunter and His Hut

"It's President Abraham's bell."

Everyone spontaneously came to the square. On the high platform of the square, a handsome middle-aged man appeared on it. He had black hair, a burly body and a resolute face.

"The headquarters has already responded to my application, and support will arrive tomorrow."

"In addition to the support of personnel and weapons, as long as we endure the most difficult two days, we can tide over this crisis!"

After listening to his words, the people below were excited.

"Now I'm going to distribute the final supplies for everyone."

While talking, Abraham ordered the demon hunter standing by to distribute the ammunition supply, and finally he took out a black box the size of a slap.

"If it comes to an emergency and suffer fatal injuries, everyone can take this medicine, remember that it must be the last minute!"

Abraham exhorted word by word.

"He is a legend." Henrik whispered to Roger. "In that battle, Abraham fought to the last minute. Although he survived, he was severely injured."

"Not long after the new president took office, he died of his injuries."

A rare trace of respect appeared on Henrik's face, "This guy is really amazing."

While the two were whispering, the team in the square was divided into several columns, each responsible for different areas of the city.

Roger and Henrik were in the crowd, and they had made up their minds to get out of here whenever they got the chance, to find a way out of this spooky place.

After dealing with several attacks in a row from morning to dusk, the two did not find a chance to leave the city, and night fell, just when they were planning to return to the resting place.

On the pitch-black street, a mass of black mist suddenly appeared. The area of ​​this black mist was huge, shrouded from the sky and seemed to cover the entire cursed land.

The screams and screams sounded one after another.

In every room of the city, horrific mutations and slaughter take place.

Crackling!

The wooden door was smashed, and all kinds of strange twisted figures rushed out of it.

"what happened?"

"When did this black fog appear?"

The killings began to unfold.

Roger and the two were dragged into the fray before they had time to escape.

At this time, Roger was very easy to deal with this mutant monster, but as the monster fell, his whole person's emotions became more and more strange.

When he regained his senses, Roger realized that it was not only him, but others around him were also in a strange mania.

They seem to have forgotten their reason as human beings, they just attack mechanically, and even if they are seriously injured, they don't know how to dodge.

It is unknown who was the first to inject the medicine that Abraham gave them.

"Roar!"

The body of the witcher who was injected with the potion swelled, and his face became extremely hideous.

Click!

Twisting a monster's neck at will,

Blood splattered on his face, and the witcher let out an excited howl.

2nd 3rd.

Affected by an inexplicable emotion, more and more people were injected with medicine, and gradually, the situation became out of control.

"Bang!"

The Ouroboros spun rapidly in his mind, and Roger punched Henrik on the shoulder.

"Calm down, this is not our fight!"

Henrik's eyes regained a little clarity, and he looked around and saw the chaos in the city.

At this time, both the surrounding monsters and the demon hunters fell into chaos. No one paid attention to Roger. The two stepped back, but at this moment, Roger saw a figure floating from the top of the clock tower. .

"It's Abraham!"

"What is he going to do?"

Henrik frowned, "Support won't arrive until tomorrow, and one night is enough time for all the monsters in the city to kill everyone!"

"Stab!"

Abraham suddenly tore off his shirt, and his majestic body was covered with black patterns.

His hands were raised above his head, and a terrifying force exploded from under his feet.

Boom!

The entire clock tower exploded from the inside.

A huge red magic circle appeared from the ground!

"Is this the final counterattack?" Henrik looked at something that was happening in the distance.

Abraham muttered words, and with every spell he uttered, a witcher wailed and died with a headshot.

"what happened?!"

The blood of the dead witchers pooled together and poured into the underground circle from the air.

"Hahaha!"

"What a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"

Abraham let out a sinister laugh. He opened his hands and pulled a cloud of black mist into his mouth. At the same time, the magic circle under his feet shone brightly, and blood-colored energy poured into his body.

Black and red formed a cycle within him.

"This...what's the matter?"

Henrik's face changed greatly. What Abraham did at this time was obviously not to reverse the situation in Crescent City.

For his own purpose, he even sacrificed all the witchers in the whole city!

"Are the records in the guild all lies?"

Henrik took a step forward, as if intending to stop everything in front of him, but soon he came back to his senses.

They are on a bizarre time gap, and all they see is images from 30 years ago.

No matter how hard you try, nothing can change what has happened.

At this time, Abraham, who was floating in the sky, also found Roger and Henrik in the corner.

However, he was obviously not in the mood to deal with these two slipping fish, opened his hands, and continued his ritual.

Roger frowned and looked at Abraham in the sky.

At this time, he felt the abnormality in Abraham.

Anomalies from the soul.

This guy is just like himself.

No wonder he would do such a thing.

"He is the president of Bordeaux, why did he do this?" Henrik obviously couldn't understand what Abraham was doing.

Just then Roger's ears moved slightly.

He looked sideways into the distance.

"listen……"

"What?" Henryk looked confused.

"It seems to be the sound of the waves."

Roger's nose twitched.

"And the fishy smell of sea water."

"How is it possible? This is at least from the sea..."

In the next second, he opened his eyes wide and looked at the huge black waves that swept across the horizon.

A flash of light flashed in my mind, "Hurricane Katrina has landed!"

"Reality affects the Blasted Land!"

Just talking, the sound of the waves crashing into both ears, looking from Crescent Moon City, the horizon in the distance is connected in a line.

That momentum seems to drown the whole world!

"How can it have such a big impact?!" Roger was also stunned.

"Maybe it has nothing to do with the magic circle under his feet!" Henrik said casually, grabbing Roger and running away.

It would be fatal to shoot such a loud voice directly.

"Ahhh!"

Abraham, who was floating in the sky, let out an unwilling roar.

"Damn it! Damn it!"

"Give me a few more minutes, just a few minutes!"

boom!

The huge wave drowned everything. The next moment, the two Rogers who were running were swept away. The moment he turned around, Roger saw that Abraham's body was torn in half by the backlash of the magic circle.

In the violent trembling, the entire cursed land seemed to be torn apart.

The world was spinning, the sea water poured into the whole world, the body was washed away uncontrollably, and then hit the invisible barrier.

There was no imagined pain. Looking at the corpse floating around him, Roger suddenly realized something.

"Could it be that my body came from here?"

In a trance, he felt that his consciousness had come to a special place.

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