hunter rule

Chapter 12 The Burning Darkness

In the wilderness, the battle between two official level construction mages is in full swing.

Huge black fire shot up into the sky, as if even the clouds were burning.

Only for extremely heinous and terrifying criminals will the Alliance personally issue rewards.

Jack Warren is an example of this.

Unscrupulous and extremely morbid.

Shen He had heard rumors about him before.

Jack Warren is said to have been a mechanic in a safe area, but was later arrested as a suspect in a serial murder case.

However, Jack, who was arrested as an ordinary person at the time, burst out with powerful supernatural power in the police station. Since then, he has walked in the shadows of the Sky Drive Alliance for the sake of rebellious professionals.

Many times of escaping from adversity gave Jack Warren his powerful strength. During the escape journey, he committed rape, robbery and robbery, and with some opportunity, he broke through the barrier of professionalism and became an official level psychic mage.

Naturally, the amount of the reward was mentioned again and again.

has reached its current heights.

However, it is said that because Jack Warren's behavior was so bad, the Alliance Night Watch Headquarters sent real strong men to suppress him.

I heard that Jack Warren was forced to flee to the disaster area [Fallen Arena] to participate in a desperate gambling battle.

Shen He looked at the tall and thin man in front of him with indifferent eyes.

He came back alive from a place like that.

The spiritual energy stirred up and turned into a majestic avenue.

Shen He stepped forward without hesitation.

Bang!

The violent explosion extended hundreds of meters ahead, and everything seemed to be a precursor to the destruction of the world.

"The combination of firearms and martial arts creates the ability to build a system."

In the smoke, Jack's eccentric expression became extremely ugly.

"With this level of strength, how can you be just a minor alliance military major?"

The surface of the black jacket was covered in dust, and there were fine scars on his face.

It is precisely because the fighting methods of the two are almost exactly the same that they are even more difficult to deal with.

The fighting skills practiced by both sides are exactly the same.

Shen He did not hesitate to speak, his spiritual energy roared out, in sharp contrast to the indifferent request.

"Are you kidding? With this level of psychic ability, why not become an energy mage!"

Jack's revolver rotated, rapidly inserting bullets from his pocket.

But before he could fire, what came his way was Shen He's military boots.

Bang!

Jack was hit hard by the explosion, and a tunnel of nearly 100 meters stretched out on the ground.

"Wow!"

A mouthful of dark blood was drawn out, and Jack rolled over without hesitation, stood up, and continued to maintain his fighting posture.

"Is that your ability?"

Shen He emerged from the smoke and dust, holding a silver-white sniper rifle in his right hand and walking unhurriedly.

"The so-called black flame bullets you call have obvious strengths and weaknesses...it should have something to do with the pre-installed bullets in your revolver."

Shen He entered the scene with a handsome face, even his exquisite military uniform was not messy at all.

"You only like to load half of the six bullets in the revolver..."

"Is it because it affects both the success rate and power of the launch?"

Jack crossed his arms and stood up.

He suppressed his sick smile, and two black strands of spiritual energy wrapped around his wrists.

The black psychic energy hides strong malevolence.

The two revolvers slowly entwined together along with the black spiritual energy.

The black matter entangled with each other, eventually forming the only large black gun.

"Mechanical Reorganization."

Jack grinned, revealing a pair of disgusting yellow teeth.

"Little beauty."

"You're going to die?"

Huge black fire gathered at the muzzle.

Spiritual energy is compressed and is firmly sealed before a certain limit.

The flames wrapped around the terrifying black bullet casings, and they were filled with malice, making a crackling sound like burning something.

The huge flames illuminated the entire dark wilderness.

Shen He raised his hand.

The sniper rifle is pointed at Jack in front.

The spiritual energy is gathered into one point.

Without hesitation.

The sound of two guns shot into the sky.

"In the final analysis."

"That's the only level."

The firelight shone on Shen He's face, and the female officer said to herself.

Turquoise psychic energy enveloped the bullet, breaking through the huge black flames.

Like a battle ax, it splits everything in sight.

The terrifying and unruly black flames were washed away, scattered across the sky in the deserted wilderness, and then fell.

Set fire to scattered vegetation in the wilderness.

And, a man's hoarse and hoarse scream.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhh!"

Jack rolled violently on the ground, his lanky body feeling inexplicably uncoordinated.

His right ear had completely disappeared, leaving only a bloody patch.

Shen He glanced at Jack in surprise.

The target just now was this guy's right eye.

He actually managed to avoid it.

Sure enough, the bounty criminals who emerge from the darkness to fight are naturally unique in their own way.

and……

Shen He's face was expressionless.

The appearance of Jack Warren is probably not a coincidence.

The target he named was Shen He.

Is there someone behind the scenes?

………………

Jack Warren's hoarse voice spread throughout the wilderness.

Of course, the passengers inside the steam train heard it.

At this moment, in the third carriage.

The man in a black robe stood up, opened the scripture gently, and seemed to be flipping through something.

"Sure enough, it's just an ordinary mad dog. To put it bluntly, it's just an ordinary prisoner with a reward. It's still too far behind to deal with [Silver Sniper] Shen He."

Jason said to himself: "How can you gain great power without a little piety."

"You say so, Digaro."

At this moment, Jason's question did not receive a response.

The head of the well-dressed man was facing Jason and placed on the table.

There were blood and tears, and the expression before death was full of disbelief.

A smile appeared on Jason's cold face, as if he was intoxicated by it.

The black psychic energy flashed with a terrifying luster.

It was as if some abnormal creature was whispering.

"There are still two people left in the garden team on the train."

Jason muttered to himself as he opened the black scripture and looked at the door leading to the fourth carriage in the distance.

"The soul is gone."

He whispered.