hunter rule

Davya has always felt that green is beautiful.

The flowers and plants in Green City are very beautiful, and so are the people.

There are all kinds of strange and precious plants here, and there are all kinds of people.

It is neat and clean, with hot water pipes and comfortable and soft beds.

Compared to the disaster areas she had stayed in before, Davya felt that this place could really be regarded as a fairyland on earth.

There is also the Ten Thousand Blooms Festival.

Ordinary people have placed strong hopes on their future.

No matter how unrealistic those hopes are.

She swayed her graceful figure through the dark night.

"Hey, Xiaobai clearly promised me that he would give me a gift after returning from the [Human Bridge] supply station, but it turned out."

"Nothing."

Davya squinted her eyes and thought to herself, this seems to be Xiaobai's usual state.

Can you really see clearly if you squint your eyes?

This is a problem.

Davya tried it, but her eyes became a little foggy and she couldn't see anything clearly.

How did he do it?

Davya thought seriously that she must ask her questions carefully next time they meet.

The shiny ancient Western sword swayed slightly, like the scepter of a demon born from eternal hell.

Leather boots stepped on the ground, there was no one around, and the calmness was eerie.

Davya shook her head, feeling a little funny, her eyelashes flickering.

In front is a huge and majestic building, the City Hall of Green City.

Logically speaking, no matter what time it is, this place should be crowded with people.

But there is no one here.

"Where have everyone gone?"

"Come out quickly!"

"I've seen you."

"hurry up."

Davya waved forward seriously.

Her white and tender little hands didn't look like a knight at all, she seemed like a real aristocratic lady who had lived in purdah for a long time.

The young lady was waiting for the knight driving her carriage, with strong and excited joy in her heart.

This is how it should be.

In the void, something was stirring.

Davya's figure moved slightly.

Just moving gently, but extremely violently.

Breaking through the veil of black fog, a night watchman with a frightened face was caught from the darkness.

"What, it's a little mouse."

Davya was a little disinterested, and her unhappy mood was completely written on her face.

The young night watchman in front of him is not very old, not much older than Zhao Guangli. As a quasi-professional, he is good at hiding and performing surveillance tasks for a long time.

Davya wore white gauze gloves and gently passed over the night watchman's face.

The texture of white gauze is very comfortable.

"Young little night watchman, I have a question for you."

The night watchman's face turned pale and his mouth opened.

She is obviously a pretty and pretty girl, but the malice in her body is as thick as an abyss.

It seemed like a bottomless hole.

"When did you join the night watchman?"

"Two...two years ago."

The vaguely terrifying power made the night watchman reply in a low voice.

Why is this young girl so powerful?

They are obviously the same age, why is there such a big difference?

Davya was a little dissatisfied when she heard this answer.

"Two years? Two years? It's only a standard level. It's really below the standard... Oh my, this is my inner evaluation, I'm sorry to say it out loud."

Davya gently patted her small mouth with her left hand.

"But it's not so much that it's substandard, it's more that it's too weak."

"You know, being weak is the greatest original sin of mankind."

"According to rumors, the original slate records the original sins of mankind, including weakness, greed, and lust... Each piece records the evil deeds of mankind... Because of the existence of these contents, mankind appears dirty and bloated."

Davya spoke softly, and the night watchman could smell the noise coming from the girl.

"Do you want to be strong?"

"I think you seem to be a little... abnormal..."

Some hazy colors slowly appeared in the night watchman's eyes.

Some abnormal illusions are entangled with a sticky luster, slowly covering it along the flow of spiritual energy in the body.

"There is a demon's tumor here, come on, eat it."

"It can unleash the malice within you, increase your strength, and gain abilities you couldn't imagine."

Davya looked at the young night watchman in front of her with a smile: "This is a gift from me, but now, I don't need to wrap it with a bow."

The night watchman's face was dull, his eyes were shining with an abnormal luster, and he stretched out his hand towards the black tumor.

A stream of spiritual energy condensed on the night watchman's cuffs.

Boom!

Psychic shock is formed.

"Go to hell."

"The demon of the Dark Order!"

"Go to eternal hell!"

In an instant, the night watchman's eyes became clear, and the beam of light shot towards Davya's leather armor.

There is no fighting spirit covering it, and there are no traces of weaponization.

Can be killed!

The night watchman's eyes flashed.

"Why."

Davya sighed.

"What an ill-behaved boy."

The moment the psychic impact came into contact with Davoya's leather armor, it dissipated like broken water.

What followed was Davya's meaningless face.

The white gauze glove grabbed the young night watchman's head, and with his right hand, he pinched and dislocated the night watchman's mouth.

"Ah, ah..."

"Be good, I'll feed you."

Davya pinched the demon's tumor in her hand and gently pushed the tumor into the night watchman's mouth.

Psychic energy entangled, and an impact passed through the night watchman's head.

This is the night watchman's own psychic blast.

"The Night Watchman... always holds the darkness."

Davya let go of her hand, and the body of the young night watchman fell to the gravelly ground.

There was some painful sound when the flesh came into contact with the hard ground.

"The people of the Alliance are still so naive."

Davya was talking to herself, seeming to be recalling something from the past.

"The Night Watch, the Crow Face, the Academy of Mechanical Sciences... there are noble dogs everywhere."

"You are so lucky."

Davya looked at the corpse on the ground as if in memory.

"You died before you became a noble dog."

"It's a good thing."

The girl stepped over the body and walked forward.

Xiaobai's sacrifice points forward.

The vitality is as weak as a candle in the wind, and it is completely different from the extraordinary beings.

But that guy's life is more valuable than these extraordinary beings. This is an incredible thing.

Davya felt that if she had a piano now, she would really want to play a piece of music to express her emotions.

A strong figure finally appeared in front of him.

Davya raised her head slightly.

Davya had never cared about the professionals in Green Capital and the guards of Song Clan.

To be precise, she doesn't need to care.

Because she is strong enough.

A formal level that can handle everything.

The Western sword was drawn.

The official-level professional wearing white gloves in front of him had a ferocious face and looked a bit scary. This was Davya's idea.

If you have evil in your heart, you will naturally become stronger.

Grall's face was shocked, and the weaponization on his chest was completely shattered by the girl in front of him.

completely……

No match for her at all!

It's really too powerful.

It was obvious that her body was not weaponized in any way.

All her martial arts skills are the most basic, without any traces of routines or training.

Why is this happening!

Grall's anger turned into shock, and the Western sword broke through the fighting spirit around him and cut his body.

Blood spurted out like a waterfall.

The good news is that the knight majors in physical fitness and will not die even with this amount of bleeding.

But the downside is.

Graal is about to die.

"How can it be so powerful!"

"Why!"

Davya was a little lazy: "Many people have asked me this question many times."

"But I can still tell you."

The girl holds Western swords in both hands, has bright eyes and white teeth, and is extremely gentle.

"There is an energy in the human heart called evil."

"As long as there is evil in the heart, everyone can become strong."

"Don't look at me like this. My heart is full of unspeakable malice towards this world."

Graal couldn't accept this fallacy, and he didn't want to hear it at all.

He fell to the ground, coughed twice, and thought about how to deal with it.

The only way at present is to dispatch full-level professionals from the military area outside Gadling to suppress the girl in front of him.

Damn it.

So young and so strong.

Such people, even in the center of humanity where geniuses abound, are definitely the group of people who stand at the top.

Why would such a proud man join an organization like the Dark Order?

There is no normal person in that organization, it is full of distortions and abnormalities.

"You are weaker than that young lady, so you shouldn't be able to escape."

Davya said, smiling and extending her hand.

With a strong swing of the Western sword, a black wave of air erupted like a blade.

The black malice is substantial.

Bang!

The air wave shattered, and a man in military uniform was holding a broken half of a spear, with a gentle and indifferent expression.

"Another one?"

Davya didn't care, the Western sword was shaking.

When the weak gather together, they remain weak.

This is Davya's understanding.

No one can stop yourself, no one can do it.

Even among the seven rulers of the Dark Order, she should be the strongest. Of course, Davya herself has never seen any of the other five rulers except Xiaobai, but this does not prevent Davya from seeing the other five rulers.

There is such an idea.

The Western sword brought with it a black fighting spirit. Davya half-crouched on the ground, lowering her center of gravity and walking softly and gracefully.

Then it explodes.

Boom!

The Western sword and the spear overlapped, and the spear was cut off instantly.

The gentle man threw away his weapon and fell far away with Graal on his shoulders.

"Huh?" Davya frowned.

Escaped?

Impossible.

Your attacks must be 100% accurate.

The girl was a little confused. She stood up and looked at the man in military uniform.

kindness.

Nothing special.

It's very common, but it has a familiar feeling.

The exaggerated movements appeared again, from top to bottom, the two swords overlapped and pressed hard on the head of the white pigeon.

White Pigeon smoothly pulled out the night watchman's cane from Graal's hand, causing sparks to fly.

The night watchman's cane was completely cut off and destroyed, but this round of Davoya's attack also failed.

Davya fell to the ground.

Was blocked again.

"What's your name?"

"White dove."

The middle-aged man said gently: "You... know me?"

"White dove..."

Davya muttered the name: "I have never heard of this name, and I don't know you, but..."

"You give me a very familiar feeling, as if I've seen you somewhere...or so."

When Davya said this, she became silent, as if she was thinking about something.

"Forget it, I'm a little too lazy, sorry."

Davya smiled: "I'm too lazy to think about it."

"But since you can block my attack, it means that you should know that you cannot be my opponent."

"Absolutely impossible."

The white pigeon did not respond.

"So, I give you a choice."

"You can take this guy and retreat, I won't kill you."

Davya said seriously: "You know, this kind of opportunity is rare."

"I know, you are strong."

"But I will only be stronger than you."

"No official level will be my opponent, and you are no exception."

The white dove was silent.

"White Pigeon!" Graer's face was eager: "We can hold her until the military..."

"No need."

A cold male voice sounded.

It's from White Dove.

"I am not her opponent. This is a fact. I can detect it."

"Second, the person she wants to kill is Song Tingying, not us."

"She is different from the top ten soldiers. She did not kill people or destroy the Green City."

The voice of the white dove is calm and natural.

"But Song Tingying is from the Song clan!"

"A member of the Song Dynasty?"

Bai Ge looked at Gral: "Is it possible that the lives of nobles are more valuable than ours?"

"yes!"

Graer said coldly: "You and I both know that, although we don't want to admit it, the lives of nobles are much more valuable than ours."

"Don't you know who Song Tingying's father is!"

"It's that old monster Song Tengye!"

"I don't know how many powerful professionals he has under his command, what terrifying forces he has, and how many rich resources he has at his disposal."

"I also hate nobles, but I know better that Song Tingying's life is the most valuable right now."

"If Song Tingying dies here, Ludu will suffer unimaginable horror. Don't you remember the lessons learned from [Northern Alliance]?"

Bai Ge shook his head: "I don't care."

"After what happened in the [Northern Alliance], they completely broke away from the alliance. There are no nobles in the Northern Alliance. They guard the boundless glaciers and countless disaster areas. Green City can do the same."

Graal shouted: "You don't understand!"

"Song Tingying absolutely cannot..."

Bai Ge reached out his hand and slapped the back of Geral's neck hard.

When Graal was silent again, the man sighed and made way for Davya.

Davya narrowed her eyes and looked very lazy.

"please."

"Thanks."

Davya did a standard noble etiquette: "I suddenly remembered."

"Mr. White Pigeon."

"I noticed that you resemble someone I know."

"you……"

"I think you must have admitted your mistake, Miss Dominator."

Bai Ge interrupted Davya's words.

Davya shrugged.

"is that so……"