The Game of Demon Hunter

Although the opponent's aura was strong, the witcher didn't feel much pressure. In fact, as Conrad exerted his strength, even though the whip gradually tightened, it did not cause much damage to Xu Yichen's skin, which was as defensive as a chain mail armor.

As for the black negative energy flame that came with the flame whip, it was of no use under the resistance of the demon hunter's [Pure Fire].

Under Conrad's astonished eyes, the intern political commissar smiled at him: "Of course I know this is not an ordinary game, maybe you can tell me what the consequences of dying here are!"

Xu Yichen was a little surprised that the other party got some information from the game, but he didn't know how much Conrad knew.

Being cautious about chaos, he didn't even reveal any news about the two players from New China, Li Yanlong and Ji Wanbing, but only vaguely reminded them to pay attention to their own safety, and the price of death was greater than imagined.

Xu Yichen also kept silent about the female warrior Vittoria.

If this is just a game, he can safely leave the back to Vittoria. If it involves reality or something deeper, he still needs to keep an eye on this former EU officer.

The intern political commissar who has been on the secret front for many years is familiar with this kind of internal review, and there is no wavering in his heart.

Xu Yichen felt that the enemy in front of him should have no trump card, and the half-demon was nothing more than that. After experiencing the tests of various inhuman enemies, he felt that this battle was no longer fun at all.

"Now I want to say goodbye to you. You are not qualified to be my opponent." The witcher's vocal cords were somewhat oppressed, and his voice was a little hoarse: "Considering our common enemy, I think we should let Look at all my strength, and prevent you from wasting time."

Without waiting for Conrad to respond, Xu Yichen activated [Red Time], pulled out his weapon in an instant, and swirled the long sword flexibly in his palm, cutting off the enemy's flame whip.

In the slow motion, Conrad's expression became stunned and surprised, and his two arms immediately tried to use the move of "holding the man in his arms to kill" against the witcher!

The lines on the body were shining, and the rays of light almost made Xu Yichen unable to open his eyes.

Before the blood from the wound on Conrad's abdomen fell to the ground, the witcher's long sword had cut through the space, and the two muscular arms had left the body.

Taking Conrad as the axis, Xu Yichen turned around and stood behind the two-meter-tall muscular stick. The long sword swept across, and the blade precisely cut the cruciate ligament on the back of the opponent's knee.

The [Red Time] was instantly turned off, and Conrad's huge body knelt down in front of the witcher weakly. Xu Yichen stuck his long sword on the ground, wrapped his hands around the enemy's neck from behind, and exerted force slowly.

"Do you understand?" The political commissar's voice like a poisonous snake penetrated into Lieutenant Konrad Wasilewski's ears: "In reality, you are a loser. In the game, you are still not ours. Opponent, we are the yellow peril, your eternal nightmare."

Not to mention that Conrad himself didn't understand how he fell, nor did the few players under Conrad on the city wall.

From his chief jumping off the city wall, to the two sides preparing to die together, to Conrad being crushed unilaterally, everything happened too fast!

Xu Yichen exerted strength with his hands, intending to break the enemy's neck directly. This guy's neck was thicker than his own thigh, and the witcher planned to twist it a few more times.

"Keep people under the knife!" A voice sounded behind Xu Yichen, feeling that he had yelled wrongly, he changed his words again: "No, keep people under his command!"||

A bald head flew from a distance at an alarming speed, and behind him were several Serisians with the same black hair and yellow skin. The conspicuous red diamond logo on the forehead showed the identity of the other party - the player.

"I'm Yang Yuefan, number 2169 from the legal department..." A man with a deep voice and a square scarf covering the lower half of his face said, although the other party's voice rang in Xu Yichen's ears despite the distance of tens of meters.

"Crack." The crisp sound of broken bones sounded, interrupting the other party's words. Xu Yichen twisted it counterclockwise again in order to ensure that he did it neatly.

"What did you say?" The intern political commissar asked the man in the distance in the tone he used to coax his superiors when he led a team to clear the guerrillas and caused accidental injuries to civilians: "I'm hard of hearing, I didn't hear clearly just now."

Just relying on his nose, Xu Yichen could smell the sour smell of the legal department on the opponent's body, and he didn't need the other party to introduce himself. After all, the political commissar and the legal department had a lot of dealings, and the two sides had a deep grudge.

"I'm Xu Yichen, the intern political commissar!" The demon hunter let go of the enemy's corpse in his hands without looking back, which was his response to the other party.

Because the hands were a bit too much, Conrad's repeatedly broken neck hardly had a complete bone. As the corpse fell, his head drooped on the body like a rag doll, and his tongue stuck out long, which seemed very discordant.

The monk who had already rushed to the side of the witcher looked at the corpse on the ground, touched his bald head, and sighed: "Are you dead? Forget it, just die if you die. It's all my fault for running too slowly."

The female warrior checked Conrad's body and confirmed that his pulse and heartbeat had disappeared. She said nonchalantly, "These barbarians from Napoleon are not very capable."

Within the EU, there are differences among ethnic groups, opposition between religious people and atheists, and hatred between developed and underdeveloped regions.

In wars, there were even exchanges of fire between friendly forces. After hard work, the upper echelon gave up this thankless behavior and let it go.

If Maozi and New China hadn't put too much military pressure on them on the battlefield back then, the loose alliance of the EU would have disintegrated long ago.

Fortunately, in recent decades, with the strong rise of religious forces, the EU's internal problems have been alleviated to a certain extent. However, the female samurai still cannot see each other as her own.

Moreover, she didn't know that in this 'game', death is not free.

In the direction where the monk came, several Serisians came over, and the leader was Yang Yuefan who had talked to the witcher before.

"Department of Justice, Yang Yuefan." The other party stretched out his right hand, as if he didn't intend to waste time on the dead Conrad.

"Practice political commissar, Xu Yichen." The witcher stretched out his left hand, which was still stained with Conrad's blood, and held his hand provocatively.

We resolutely oppose whatever the bastards in the legal department approve of. This is what Huang Laoxie said most often.

PS: EMMM, the player cards this time are all from the book friend group, so I specially selected Chapter 222 to let them appear, thank you~

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