The Game of Demon Hunter

"Don't be afraid, Uncle Antoine, your ending does not lead to death." The pale count looked disgusted, and lightly touched Antoine's face with the dagger in his hand.

The cold blade made Antoine's skin tremble, and the fat on his face trembled slightly. However, after all, he was the person in power who ruled a city. Antoine used his best efforts to control his emotions. After reorganizing the language, after not counting on the Shadow Assassin, he tried to understand the reason and impress the little earl in front of him with emotion. As for the guards in the castle, they have not moved for so long, and it seems that the ominous situation is at stake.

"Dear little Anthony, haven't I been kind to you all these years?" Antoine was restrained on the chair, trying to shrink the fat on his body, trying to stay away from the knife point in front of his eyes: "The wealth of the Anthony family has been so great these years." Unabated! The old earl was not as rich as he is now when he was alive! Your uncles are also very satisfied!"

The little count smiled, and looked at Antoine contemptuously. He didn't answer, but cut a heavy wound on Antoine's body with the dagger in his hand.

Under the stimulation of pain, Antoine let out a piercing scream, leaving his previous rationality and calmness behind him, and began to curse: "You despicable little bastard! How dare you... How dare you hurt me! You Just like your savage father, he has no IQ in his head! It is all thanks to me that Anthony Dagang can develop to the present! It has nothing to do with your Anthony family! Why can I only be a housekeeper! Why!"

"Hush!" The little earl stretched out his fingers and made a quiet gesture in front of his mouth, signaling Antoine not to disturb him. With the dagger in his hand, he drew a twisted magic circle around the chair, along the edge left by the chair. Blood spread along the ditches on the floor, filling the magic circle.

The strange magic circle absorbed the blood as if it had life, and the unknown existence in the air let out a satisfying sucking sound. The scene in front of him made Antoine terrified. He opened his mouth but found that he could not make a sound !

"Don't worry, I said that death will not be your end. In fact, you have to thank me, because I will give you immortal life." The little count finished drawing the mysterious formation, and stood in front of Antoine coldly. Looking at him coldly: "As for my uncles, they will also sing for me in eternal pain just like you."

The little count raised his hands high, and said loudly with a youthful voice: "Your crimes against the Anthony family will be redeemed in the next thousand years, until your souls are completely destroyed, until I feel that you can no longer Bring me the pleasure of revenge, and it will end! Just like this city, everyone will cry and die in the torment of disease! There is no mercy, no kindness, all beings are equal, and all will be transformed under the care of the great loving father. To dust, to dry bones!"

"You won't have a chance!" The deafening voice echoed in the corridor, and with the sound of demolition, a big hole was opened in the wall, and several heavily armed paladins rushed in.

Seeing the rescuers arriving and the somewhat crazy little lord, Colin the Shadow Assassin knew that it was time for him to retreat to get his reward. It would be better to leave the mess in front of him to the professional demon hunters, anyway. I have already brought the news here. It is up to them whether they can stop the Chaos invasion. I hope that the apprentice who looks quite powerful can buy enough time for his teacher.

Before the dust splashed by the iron cans breaking through the wall landed, the Shadow Assassin had disappeared into the shadows in a gust of wind, leaving only a note in place.

Demon hunter Gang Ze also walked into the room amidst the dust, accompanied by the heavily armed Priest Li Cha, who made the voice just now.

Antoine, who was sitting on the chair, burst into tears for a short time. He didn't expect that he would want to see these paladins so much. Even the witcher was so cute in his eyes at this moment. If it wasn't for being unable to make a sound, Antoine would Ding said a word in an extremely aggrieved voice: "Why did you come here!"

"You hypocritical gods! It's too late, you have no chance to prevent the power of our lord from descending on this city!" The little count turned to face the comer and roared.

"My child, you have gone too far!" Pastor Richard looked at the little lord whose skin had begun to ulcer and melted, and said with great regret, "You left me with no choice, little Anthony! You really did something stupid !"

Under the command of Pastor Richard, the paladins wearing full-body armor made of forged steel quickly surrounded the little earl.

The demon hunter Gangze searched around, ignoring the struggling Antoine and the alienated little earl, and finally found the note left by the shadow assassin Colin where he disappeared, which read: "The last chance , and the life of your apprentice, the task of saving the world is entrusted to you! I am optimistic about you!"

Behind it is a smiley face drawn by hand, and the address of the warehouse that Xu Yichen investigated before.

Obviously, the Shadow Assassin did not tell the truth to any party before. For his own benefit, he transferred all possible risks to others. No matter which party wins, he can guarantee that he will not return empty-handed. On this basis, leave a chance for others.

"Damn it!" The demon hunter Gang Ze didn't have time to track down the shadow assassin's whereabouts. Colin deliberately attracted everyone's attention here, leaving the last and most critical address, just to have enough time to take away enough wealth.

"Li Cha, I leave this place to you. Give me a team. I'm going to prevent the gate of chaos from opening in the city!" The witcher punched the wall fiercely, and shouted at Pastor Li Cha.

"Hobbs! Take your people and go first with the witcher. We must prevent chaos from spreading to our world!" Pastor Richard appointed his most trusted paladin to set off with the witcher.

"Bastard! Damn Shadow Assassin! The Lord of the Plague won't let you go!" Seeing the enemy divide his troops in front of him to prevent the coming of his loving father, the little count realized that he, like Antoine, was killed by the Shadow Assassin. Betrayed, Antoine, who was bound to a chair behind him, laughed silently.

"You won't have a chance, no one can stop my revenge!" With a shrill howl, the skin on the back of the little earl was broken, and two insect-like wings spread out.

The last heir of the Anthony family glanced at everyone present with hatred, grabbed his upper jaw and lower jaw with both hands, and with a sudden force, he tore his head in half from top to bottom along the corner of his mouth. The blood-stained esophagus and trachea were exposed to the air, and the alienated blood turned dark green, sprayed all around, and slowly gathered in the magic circle under Antoine's feet.

Countless insects, Diptera, Diptera, Myriapoda, Arachnida, flying, crawling, as long as you can imagine, all spit out from the throat of the little lord, some large bugs unique to the Chaos Realm Enough half a meter long! They also crawled out of the narrow esophagus one after another, as if the other side was not connected to the body of a small human boy!

PS: The holiday is over, and I feel like I haven't had enough fun yet. . . .