Ps: The setting of the Demon Hunting Church borrows from the Blood Curse, and if there are similarities, it will be honored. Pen ~ fun ~ pavilion www.biquge.info

"I said senior...... You've come all the way here just to kill us? ”

Hunters are the product of mutation, their physical strength is not comparable to ordinary people, their individual combat effectiveness is quite amazing, and their brains store a wealth of knowledge, each hunter has the strength to fight alone against blood werewolves and other aliens, not to mention hunters with special abilities.

I can say that in terms of individual strength, the Demon Hunting Church is far superior to other forces because they are omnipotent. However, there is a specialization in the art industry, in terms of magic, the strength is not as good as the Star Academy, it is definitely not as good as the Holy See than miracles (the power of faith), and it is definitely not as good as the Holy See, and it is better than martial arts, and Penglai can be crushed.

And the old hunter in front of him, the initiator of the "Whitechapel Massacre" (the Whitechapel Massacre, refers to a hunter massacre that occurred in 2000, and dozens of elite hunters died mysteriously and tragically. And the murderer is none other than their leader, Simmons Old Hunter. Whether it's magic miracles or the use of instrumental arts, he is an absolute expert. If you want to defeat him, it is obviously impossible, and all you can do now is to find a chance to escape.

Bang!

Simmons replied with a gun, which of course would not be a modern firearm, but a hunter-specific weapon developed by the Hunter Factory, and the bullet was also a special Mithril bullet.

"Hmph." Yan Yurou easily caught the bullet with two fingers, and then crushed it.

This surprised Simmons slightly, "Oh...... It seems that even the prey has the strength to fight back against the hunter. ”

It seems that he is going to be serious.

Simmons grabbed his right hand, and a strange black scythe appeared, "So...... Now, the real hunt begins! ”

Even as the years passed, the old hunter's skill did not seem to be affected at all, and in a moment, Simmons had rushed in front of us, scythe in both hands, and swept over.

Yan Yurou and I hurriedly jumped back, but were blown away by a strong black wind. Before I could react, Simmons was already behind me, scythe looming at me.

I was about to dodge when the old hunter suddenly stopped moving, quickly pulled out his pistol in his left hand, and fired three shots at my chest.

Damn?! I was startled, and I used my kitchen knife to block the bullet closest to my heart. The other two hit my left leg and right arm, respectively.

Simmons' attack was very tight, not giving us a chance to breathe, and even Yanyurou was a little unable to use it.

“To _fend_ off！” Simmons reached forward with his left hand, and the pale white impact shook us back a few meters, and then he withdrew his scythe and began to sing quickly.

"Not good!" I exclaimed loudly, and was about to say something, when Yanyurou had already acted, and a lunge rushed forward and punched Simmons in the chest.

I thought I had successfully interrupted Simmons to perform magic, but what I didn't expect was that the next second he hit Simmons, Simmons "Bang!" It was gone.

"Phantom Shifting?!" I immediately realized something, rushed behind Yanyurou, quickly turned around and hugged the other party, and then leaned back with my center of gravity, and my back hit the hard cement slab with a sharp pain.

Rumble!

A large array of six-pointed stars lit up from the sky, and a huge white pillar of light fell from the sky like a god descending, and the original position of Yan Yurou and I was instantly shrouded in a pillar of light within ten meters, and all objects were wiped out in an instant.

Wrath of the Gods, one of the top wonders of the church. Where the white light falls, everything will be purified.

A cold sweat suddenly fell, using the clone to create an illusion, and the real body had already secretly begun to sing the wrath of the gods that would take up to half a minute. When did this guy get separated?

"Are you alright?" At this time, the tip of Yanyurou's nose and I were almost together, feeling the girl's slightly rapid breathing, I asked awkwardly.

"No, it's okay, ah!" Yan Yurou suddenly let out a coquettish gasp.

――――Yanyurou's body is so soft that people can't help but pinch it, but I accidentally pinched someone's buttocks.

At this moment, Simmons raised his scythe and fell from the sky.

I hurriedly rolled over with Yan Yurou in my arms and dodged the attack...... I don't know, I think we're there.

When we got back on our feet, I was shocked to find that there was a rare hint of crimson on my always cold face. Oh ~ praise the sun.

Simmons laughed weirdly: "I actually persevered until now, it seems that the prey this time is much more interesting." ”

"I said you, we don't know each other, what does it mean to fight when we meet?" I yelled.

"Hunt monsters...... Need a reason? Simmons seemed to be tireless in what he was doing, and he killed again.

A white shadow swept past me, and before Simmons' scythe could fall, he threw a punch that sent Simmons flying to the ground.

Yan Yurou suddenly seemed to have beaten chicken blood for some reason, both strength and speed were a notch higher than before, and Simmons gradually changed from offense to defense.

Burst!

The old hunter spurted out a mouthful of blood, staggered, and staggered back a few steps.

Yan Yurou actually won!

"Whew...... Blood...... "The eyes under the brim of the hat turned red. The old hunter's body was gradually surrounded by blood.

"Blood...... More blood! The old hunter raised his head to the sky and roared, blood suddenly burst out in all directions, and countless crows flew around Simmons in an orderly manner, like a spectacular black storm. Screams and roars make people's ears ring.

When the crows dispersed, the old hunter was suspended in mid-air, the black feathers of his coat turned into wings, and the old hunter held his scythe and looked at us calmly. The black feathers fell like falling snow, and he turned his back to the moon, like a god of death.

"Does this guy still have a second form......" I couldn't help but complain.

"Fear the gods of darkness, only death can achieve eternal freedom!"