"Oops."

Van Helsing's starry eyes flashed with a hint of anxiety.

He wasn't afraid of the demons summoned by the witches.

When demons descend from hell into the world, they are subject to many restrictions, as well as the strength of the summoner.

For Van Helsing, it was not a mortal threat.

However, if Azazel is successfully summoned, hundreds of people here will be innocently killed.

Their souls will surely become the belly of the devil.

The top priority is to find out the witches' true bodies immediately and stop them.

Don't fight anymore.

Van Helsing held the sword in his backhand, his fingertips stained with blood, and wiped it from his eyelids.

When you open your eyes again, you can see where the evil power is condensed in the blood-mist vision.

"You're done, witch." Van Helsing said coldly.

The body shifted suddenly.

Brush!

The fierce knight's sword stabbed straight towards the target!

The witches, pretending to be ordinary people, were so frightened that they hurriedly avoided the crowd and used ordinary people as their shields.

"The summoning array has obviously succeeded, why didn't Azazel show up??"

"Impossible, what the hell went wrong?!"

"Azazel, please listen to our call!"

"Even if we have to give our souls......"

Even if it is eaten by a demon, it is better than dying at the hands of Van Helsing!

However, the witches' prayers did not work.

This is simply unimaginable.

Originally, they were completely sure that they could summon Azazler to inflict a heavy blow on Van Helsing.

These witches are all high-level leaders of the Witches Association, and their magic power is very strong, and the old woman who spoke first is even the leader of the association, the most powerful witch in the world today.

They were in a hurry.

He simply broke the jar and broke it, and at the same time raised his arms and shouted: "Azazel, behold, these living maidens, come out and enjoy them!!"

The girls, who were just the right age, fell out one after another in their cries, as if an invisible claw was pulling them.

The table above Naixi's head was also lifted.

Perhaps because she is the most beautiful in appearance, she best meets the requirements of demons for a clear soul.

She was controlled by a witch and floated into the air, her Barbie-like brown curls fluttering out of water, and her pale and delicate face was strangled by invisible claws.

By this time, Van Helsing had already cut down several witches.

When he saw that the remaining witches were using Nai Xi as a hostage, he couldn't help but snort, his eyebrows furrowed, and he quickly thought about how to rescue the little troublemaker.

He promised her that he would protect her well.

If he misses the appointment, then he really doesn't deserve to call himself a demon hunter anymore.

"Great Azazler, please take the soul of this pure little witch!"

The old woman's face twisted wildly and she shouted loudly.

Her cry echoed above the garden.

The little black cat cowered in the corner and meowed:

It's better to catch this sweet little kitten system and dedicate it.

In mid-air, a trace of black smoke finally condensed.

The few remaining witches were delighted.

Their summoning has finally succeeded, and the demon Azazel is about to appear!

Deep in the black smoke, a pair of large, cloudy eyeballs turned slowly.

Above the eyeballs, two crooked and ugly goat horns loomed.

Yes.

It met Naxi's eyes.

Nai Xi curled the corners of her lips slightly, did not speak, and only greeted it with her eyes:

'Azazel, don't you recognize me?' ’

Air condensation.

For a moment, it seemed a little embarrassing.