[My name is Charles, I am a private investigator in the Steam Capital, my mood is beginning to calm down now, maybe this is the legendary tranquility before death, after all, as an ordinary person, I can only watch the countless stones whistling in the air and the smelly venom filling, there is no way at all, except to close my eyes and wait for death, it is estimated that the only thing left is to pray to the goddess. 】

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In front of the fortress

Miss Eve and the three of them did not give up on themselves like me, but discussed tactics with a solemn face, to be precise, it was Sean that bastard who took over the command now, and Miss Eve was just an inexperienced little girl after all.

Facing the werewolves who were advancing neatly with the fence, Sean nodded to Mr. Hank, who was wearing armor, after the discussion, he saw that after Hank roared, his originally ruddy face instantly turned pale, and a dark armor appeared in a blink of an eye, and a strong smell of blood wafted out all over the body.

Smelling this pungent smell, I guess he must have used the ability of the armor to increase his strength by devouring the flesh and blood of the user, is the world of magicians so cruel?

Mr. Hank didn't have as many feelings as I did at the moment, and he clenched his sword in both hands, feeling the power surging from his body, carrying an aura that was bloodier and more brutal than that of the werewolves, and swept towards them, and the killing intent exploded again.

"Life diversion. ”

The moment she watched him charge out, Miss Eve raised her scepter and let out a coquettish shout, and the plant fortress began to change with her voice, diffusing bursts of green light full of life for a moment, and then converging into lines under her magic, and finally connecting to Hank's body, quickly making up for his flesh and vitality devoured by the armor.

Could it be that this is a legendary perpetual motion machine?

But the venom and rocks on my head are getting closer and closer.

Under my increasingly frightened eyes, Sean's bastard obviously didn't forget this, pulled out the double-barreled shotgun on his waist at an invisible speed, and pulled the trigger directly at the sky as the golden lines on the shotgun in his hand were dyed black by magic.

"Despair Mist. ”

Countless tiny bullets erupted from the muzzle of the shotgun, shattering into a large fog as black as night at the moment of collision with the stones, and the stones and venom that had submerged in it disappeared without a trace.

Hiss...

I looked at Sean, whose face turned pale at the same time, and couldn't help but gasp, this guy didn't expect such danger, if this black fog fell on the battlefield, it could be regarded as a large-scale weapon.

It seems that it is better to mess with him less.

When the black fog resisted the attack of the werewolves, it also covered the light, and in the darkness I could only see through the green light attached to Mr. Hank, at this time he had already fought with the werewolves, the battle was still bloody and cruel, but unlike before, the werewolves were no longer one-sided.

Even if their bodies were split in two by the long sword in Mr. Hank's hand, they refused to let go, biting their armor to death, and even more and more werewolves used their lives to resist Hank's blade, and as time went on, Hank's body was already covered with werewolf remains.

Click, click, click...

Even the armor made of unknown metal was cracked under these crazy fangs and claws, and with the sound of shattering, the werewolves howled excitedly, and Mr. Hank could only dance more and more slowly, falling into disadvantage for a while, and it was only a matter of time before he was defeated.

But who can help Mr. Hank?

Miss Eve is maintaining the light on Mr. Hank's body, replenishing his depleted life force, as for Mr. Shaun?

It seems that because the black mist consumes him too much, he is lying on the ground with a pale face at the moment, his eyes closed, motionless.

It looks like it's just me.

After taking two deep breaths and reaching out to soothe my heart, which was beating violently again, I took out Miss Eve's blue pistol that I had borrowed for self-defense, knelt on the ground, held the butt with both hands, and took two deep breaths of air again, before the trembling body of the gun stabilized.

Aim, shoot.

Orange bullets flew out of the muzzle of the gun, accurately hitting a wolf's head hanging on Mr. Hank's body, looking at Mr. Hank, who had regained a little agility in his movements, the corners of my mouth couldn't help but grin an arc, where did I dare to hesitate and immediately pull the trigger continuously, and continue to interfere with the shooting of werewolves.

Bang, bang, bang...

It wasn't until all six bullets in the nest were fired that I finally stopped shooting, and I was proud of my good results and successfully killed four werewolves.

But it was at this time that I remembered an important question, Miss Eve didn't seem to give me extra bullets, which meant that after firing these six shots, I didn't even have the slightest ability to fight back.

Does she think I can't run out of six bullets in a row?

Thinking of this, I couldn't help but ask, "Miss Eve, can you give me some more bullets?"

"Bullets?" Eve opened her eyes when she heard this, looked at me holding the gun, and asked with some confusion: "No problem, but what do you want bullets for?"

"Helping Mr. Hank, of course, to break free from the werewolves. ”

"Shut up. As soon as the words fell, a sudden roar came from the front, and Hank's angry voice sounded again: "What do you mean by you bastard, you shoot me six times in a row, are you dissatisfied with me, or do you want to murder me? Shit, I'll let you bite back." ”

"Anger erupted. ”

After roaring, a blood-red shockwave suddenly burst out of Hank's body, overturning the corpses hanging on his body, and emptying the surrounding werewolves.

It was at this time that I noticed a few circular dents in his armor, which were a bit like the marks left by a bullet.

Am I doing me a disservice?

Does Mr. Hank look like he's going to kill me?

Poof...

Miss Eve, who was beside her, couldn't hold back her expression any longer, and said with a laugh: "We are not so easily defeated, but thank you for helping us, Mr. Fantasy." ”

You are welcome...

And how much do you love nicknames?

Looking at the sunny smile on Eve's face, I struggled to hold back the words that came to my mouth, because unconsciously, I seemed to fall in love with this smile, not the desire to possess, but the emotion of envy and yearning, because her smile was very healing and warm.

"It's now. Sean, who had been silent for a long time, suddenly sounded indifferently, and I couldn't help but look at him, only to see Miss Freya beside him nod, plunging her long sword into the ground, removing the bone bow behind her back, and attaching an equally rusty arrow.

Silently, the bone bow was pulled into the arc of the full moon, and after a faint blue flame flashed between the fingers, it instantly rushed into the arrow, burning away the rust, and at the same time, an extremely cold breath burst out, making me shiver unconsciously.

Shout...

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In the secret laboratory, when the group looked at the mirror covered by the fog, they stopped the paper and pen in their hands and turned to look at the glasses woman beside them, and motioned for her to ask the doctor's opinion.

"Damn it. Seeing this, the glasses woman couldn't help but curse to everyone in her heart, turned to the doctor who was in inexplicable contemplation not far away, and said: "Dr. O'Connor, the picture is obscured by the black fog released by the official magician, we can't observe further, what should we do next?"

"How's the data collection for the variants?"

The glasses woman found that the doctor didn't seem to blame, and after breathing a sigh of relief in her heart, she replied truthfully: "The actual combat effect of the werewolf mutant is basically the same as the expected effect, and the physical fitness is far comparable to that of the lizard mutant, and under the command of the wolf king, it is comparable to the discipline of an army." ”

"Well, but a beast is always a beast, and it doesn't do anything at all except to be cannon fodder. O'Connor didn't seem pleased with the werewolves' performance, and when he came back to his senses, he picked up the cooled cup of coffee in front of him and drank it with a relaxed face, "Okay, I'm expecting too much from them." ”

"What do you mean, doctor?"

"They're going to lose. ”

"Huh?"

The bespectacled woman with a puzzled face looked in the direction of the doctor's finger, and the originally majestic wolf king in the mirror fell silently at the door of the cave, with an arrow burning with blue flames stuck in her hideous head, and what was even more strange was that there was no trace of blood flowing out of the wound, but faintly flashing ice crystals.

O'Connor said kindly to the glasses woman, whose face was beginning to change, "Now it's your turn, Miss Assistant." ”

"But, Doctor, we're no match for them. Hearing this, the fear on the glasses woman's face became more and more obvious, and she originally looked at the doctor with a calm face, thinking that he was sure to leave with her, so she forced down the fear in her heart.

But the result?

The doctor let himself face that group of powerful magicians with his own hands, how could it be, I didn't want to die like this, just remembering the way they killed before, I couldn't use my legs, let alone kill them.

"Doctor, do you want us to run away. ”

O'Connor's smile remained unchanged, and he said in a gentle voice: "Run, it's impossible to run, where do you think we can run if we are exposed, and do you think the magicians in the Steam Capital are blind? ”

Saying that, his chubby fleshy face came to the eyes of the glasses woman, and said demagogically: "While their magic power has not recovered now, you still have a glimmer of hope, come on, Miss Assistant." ”

The glasses woman gritted her teeth and turned away without saying a word, along with the rest of the room, leaving O'Connor with a comfortable face drinking coffee.