There are huge demons hovering in the Old Town, and someone in the Old Town has long since discovered this. The terrifying blood-red color and the ferocious look in his eyes all made the residents panic, most of the men had already gone out to work, and the women rushed out of the building with their children, and the chaos was in a mess.

On the east side of the Old Town, Varudo, who commands the Sword Serpent Gang, immediately senses that something is wrong. It almost drove him crazy.

The self-proclaimed king of the old city, the only rival is Waji. As a result, Varudo's hegemony has been repeatedly provoked, how can this make him happy? Angry, beast-like Valudo rushed outside the theater with the Shattered Ghost, and four or five members of the Sword and Serpent Gang who cared about the eldest brother stopped him with all their might.

"Brother Valudo can't go!"

"The enemy is not human at all!"

Maybe their idea is right, and the fight between humans is okay, but fighting this kind of monster is not a human thing at all!

This kind of thought made Valudo even more angry.

"Shut up! Can you sit comfortably when your hometown is violated by that kind of thing? Come on! I'm going to beat that thing to pieces, and all the boys come with me! ”

As he spoke, his sturdy body squeezed through the blocking of several Sword and Snake Gang members, and rushed outside with murderous aura, leaving a group of Sword and Snake Gang members looking at each other.

Presently......

"I—I can't stand it! I'm going to go with Big Brother Valudo! ”

A man had copied a chair - his spiked stick had been thrown away last night when he was drunk.

People always crave moderation, even if they have the heart to go with Valudo, seeing that no one expresses it, their hearts are always hairy. Now, there is an example of taking the lead, the voices of "I'll go too" and "Bring me" come and go, everyone is armed with daggers and nail sticks, and those who can't find weapons in the panic use stools, crates, and bad guitars, and forty or fifty people pour out like water, and follow Varudo closely, like a sea of red.

"Hmph."

Varudo sneered, and the battle intent in his expression or the warmth of being supported by others surged up, making him more motivated. Not to mention the demons, he felt that even if the griffon from before came again, it would only be broken by him!

The stronghold of the Sword and Serpent Gang, the entrance to the abandoned theater [Ghost Fire], is an abandoned rental apartment. It had been damaged once before, because the landowner had not repaired it, and it is still a pile of ruins. Facing the ruins, a huge monster approached.

"Tsk, give it to me!"

Varudo swung the ghost and rushed forward first. The members of the Sword and Snake Gang behind him immediately reacted, and dozens of people immediately became two parts, surrounded the demon's two feet, and beat them to the ankles.

These untrained people, to demons, are to demons what ants feel to humans. But ah, if a swarm of ants crawls on your feet, even if you don't get hurt, you will feel very uncomfortable, right?

The demon made a strange whining sound from his mouth, and a sulfur-like stench came out of his mouth, and he lifted his huge right foot, ready to shake the little bugs off it. At that moment, Valudo aimed at his supported left foot, and the Crusher came out with all his might, the wooden stick like a giant hammer pounding flesh, simply punching into the enemy's ankle, and even the obvious sound of bones shattering in the air could be heard, and the wound spewed out a fountain of blood columns, drenching more than a dozen members of the Sword and Serpent Gang. The giant demon made an unwilling sound, and his body suddenly became unbalanced and fell backwards.

"I'll tell you! I'm here! O Varudo Vares! It's the head of the old town! ”

Valudo shouted, running along the demon's backward leaning body all the way to near his collarbone, aiming for another blow to his throat.

This time, the demon was not particularly tough, and was easily dealt with by Valudo. It's the blood that spurts out that makes Valudo very annoying.

"Gee, I can't pretend I didn't hear that."

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In the morning, Waji was drinking wine in his room at the bar [Trinity]. Although he was a minor and could not drink alcohol, he had first-class knowledge of alcohol and was proficient in bartending. Right now, he's sipping a new cocktail that members of the Holy Book Society have put all their heart and soul into.

"It tastes pretty good. However, the taste of cherries is too strong, and the cost of materials is too much, if you can reduce ......."

Before Vaji could finish his words, there was a faint vibration on the ground.

The support department and guerrillas are on the ground, so they don't realize it, but Trinitty's bar is built underground, and it is much more sensitive to the shock. Waji suddenly felt a slight earthquake. Probably the sound of a monster's foot?! Waji was keenly aware of the strangeness.

"Abbas."

He said so. A short time later, a bald man with sunglasses appeared at the door.

"Waji."

"Come out with me. Isn't it fun again? ”

"Yes."

Getting up lazily from the couch, Waji stretched out like a cat.

"I've been too idle lately, and my hands are so idle that my hands are itchy."

Instructing the members of the Covenant Society to prepare for the onslaught, such as locking the cabinet properly, Waji and Abbas left Trinity while everyone was scrambling.

The fog on the ground was thicker than in the house, but the visibility didn't drop much, and the red figure walked in the direction of Trinity. Waji saw it really.

Not only did he laugh, but this stimulation was a little too exciting.

"Oh, Waji, you're here?"

With three points of meanness and seven points of businessman shrewdness, a woman greeted Waji with a bazooka. Seeing Waji come out, she simply poked the bazooka on the ground and stood against the bazooka.

"Boss, what a demeanor."

Waji also responded with a smile. It can be seen that the proprietress is just preparing to fight the demon with the big killing weapon in her hand.

The woman who was called the proprietress by Waji was called Ashuli. Together with his children, he runs an exchange shop called "Nainwari". Of course, it's called an exchange, but in reality, it's just an underground exchange. All kinds of things, whether it is a tactical guide, a eliminated **, bullets, grenades and other explosives, some people say that even chariots and airships can get their hands on them, and it is such an interesting "exchange shop".

Dealing with underworld forces, if you don't have a little effort in your hands, you will be hacked a long time ago. There are principled mafiosa, but most of them will still swallow fat without care.

Listening to Vaji's words, Ashuri brushed her dark blue hair and said somewhat casually, "Since you are also going to move, I won't bother to do that." ”

"You've wasted all your efforts."

Vaji smiled without malice, and the proprietress Ashuri waved her hand and went back with the bazooka. This weapon is so lethal that it is strictly forbidden for civilians to possess it. Ashuri relied on her wide connections to reluctantly keep the search section silent, and if she used bazookas at will, it would be true.

However, looking at the monster, Waji clutched his chest with a gloomy expression.

"Monster...... Is it? ”

He was silent, neither attacking nor giving the order to retreat.

"Waji."

Abbas reminded him that he had realized his gaffe.

"Sorry, sorry, I got distracted. With such a big live target, let me kick it from top to bottom! ”

Hearing Waji say this, the bald man Abbas nodded, walked a few steps, and stood between Waji and the demon. Squat down like a hill and fold your hands on your knees.

"Thanks, Abbas!"

The short green hair fluttered in the wind, and the speed drove the wind, and the wind compressed the mist and slapped it on the face, giving the illusion of wetness. Stepping on Abbas's hand, there was a tremendous force from the sole of his shoe, followed by a feeling of freedom like flying. The body temperature is taken away by the wind, which stimulates the fighting spirit, forms a protective layer, and reduces the attack of the cold wind.

It was getting closer and closer to that disgusting face. Waji suddenly had a mischievous mind.

"Oh la la On behalf of the Goddess, punish you heresy! ”

Sometimes, Waji himself forgets that the Holy Book Society is actually a religious organization! Misstep, misstep! If someone thinks you're a bartender, it's a bad thing haha.

The legs with a fighting spirit immediately swirled into a swift storm, obviously just a body, but stronger than any blunt weapon, Waji really did as he said, kicked from top to bottom, every attack, let the demon indeed spurt blood, was kicked by Waji like this, it was really "incomplete".

This leg technique is called "Deadly Heaven", and judging by its attack power and demon slaying record, it really lives up to the name.

Vaji let out a long sigh of relief, and his heart was much happier. At this time, a violent voice came from afar.

"I'll tell you! I'm here! O Varudo Vares! It's the head of the old town! ”

Vaji smiled.

Although Varudo looks rude, fierce and disobedient, in fact, he is also a hot-blooded man in his bones.

Let's go say hi.

Vaji chuckled, his most common reaction when he was about to tease.

"Gee, I can't pretend I didn't hear that."