"The gate is going to be unbearable!"

"Quick, put the table on top!"

"More dead man's powder?"

"It doesn't work, the table is too light, hurry up and find something else!"

"Hey, Charles, come and help!"

……

The hunters were busy at the door of the bar, nervous about the gate that was about to be "stormed". After leaning against the table to block the doorway to no avail, Dean yelled at Charles, who was not far away, in a daze.

The pensive Charles was awakened by his words, and after glancing at the seemingly ordinary note in his hand, he hesitated for a moment, and finally put it back in his pocket. Then he squinted through the blocked window on his side.

The hellhounds that were frantically pounding at the door came into view again.

The wooden door of the bar, which had been violently slammed, kept falling into the dust, and the crunching sound resounded one after another to spread all around, and it was clear that the door did not last long.

So Charles, who was sitting at the window, sent a purification shot at him through the window.

The sound of the sacred and majestic incantation was still evident under the noise around it, and then, through the cracks in the door that had been scratched and there was a hole, the white light outside flashed away, and the sharp screams followed, and the constantly vibrating door was silenced.

This situation couldn't help but make many hunters in the bar breathe a sigh of relief.

It's just that at this moment, Charles, who was still sitting at the window, stood up directly, and then left his seat in a hurry.

He slipped away quickly, and just as he reached the bar, there was a bumping sound from where he had been sitting, accompanied by an even more frantic muffled roar.

"What happened?"

Looking at Charles who came over, Joe at the bar asked hurriedly.

"Apparently I it off." Charles replied, then glanced at the cap-seeker who was tightly surrounded by hunters in the back room of the bar.

"I don't think you'll be able to save him, maybe you'll have to take a few lives."

What he said was quite polite, and the people around him couldn't help but look at each other. It's just that they didn't give up, but tightened their guns.

Charles shook his head, speechless at the stubbornness of these people.

His purification spell had just touched the Cerberus slightly, and then it was extinguished, judging from the dog's behavior at this time, it may have caused a lot of pain to the other party, but the appearance of the dragon and tiger clearly proved that it had not "shed much blood" at all.

His spell is ineffective, what effect can the salt bomb of this group of people have now?

"You don't seem to care if Sean lives or dies?" Standing in front of the bar, holding a shotgun and pointing it at the window, Joe tilted his head to look at him, his voice low.

"Why should I care about him?" Charles asked rhetorically.

"Isn't the hunter supposed to help others? Wasn't that the case when you were back home? ”

"That's the scorer."

Hearing this, Charles pouted: "Your behavior is like helping a leper dog who owes money and doesn't pay it back, it's very unreasonable, okay?" ”

"I don't think that's good, too, but it's a demon." Joe frowned in response.

"Normal trade, you and I will, if the devil deceived him, it would be a mistake," Charles said, "but do you think that if you can make him the vice president of the Detroit branch of the Association of Architects, there will be a discount on this deal?" ”

"Vice President? How do you know? Joe looked surprised.

"He's famous, I took the time to search Google." Charles shrugged. "In addition, your computer is obviously poisoned, and it is deadly stuck."

This made the other party want to roll his eyes a little, but in the end Joe just sighed.

"Don't change the subject, Charles, you should help us."

"You also saw that the spell didn't work."

"If you can seal Cerberus......"

"Let's not say if it works, my seal must touch the target." Charles snorted, "Do you think this dog is the kind of Chihuahua that obediently lets you touch your head?" ”

Qiao Moran turned his head to look at the window, and the hand holding the shotgun couldn't help but tighten, obviously not ready to give up.

Seeing this, Charles sighed, and then reached out and touched her eyes lightly with his thumb in Joe's stunned gaze.

Under the faint murmur, Joe, who was covered with her eyes, felt a little uncomfortable, and when Charles's fingers left her eyes, she blinked, felt the sudden change in her eyes, and her tone was a little panicked: "My eyes are ......"

"It's okay," said Charles, raising his hand and pointing forward, "Look at that." ”

Qiao Yiyan looked at it, but his face was stunned again.

After attacking the window to no avail, the Cerberus returned to the gate and slammed into the wooden door that was on the verge of shattering.

In the past, she could only see the door sloshing automatically, but she couldn't see what was attacking. But looking at it now, she suddenly saw a black figure, hideous and terrifying, covered in mist.

"Is that Cerberus?" Muttering, Joe turned to look at someone, "Charles, you ......"

She took it back halfway through the sentence, for Charles had now left her side and was running to the other hunters.

So after a while, a succession of exclamations and cheers rang out.

The most terrifying thing about the Cerberus is not its crazy attack at the moment, nor the threatening voice that rings in its mouth all the time.

It's that it can't be seen.

In other words, no matter what kind of monster, as long as it can be invisible, then it naturally has a unique deterrent.

And now, this invisible monster can be seen!?

The hunters were less frightened by this. One by one, they clenched their weapons and stared at the doorway with an excited expression, as if victory was in sight.

However, Charles is not optimistic about this.

He was actually just doing a favor by doing him, and he couldn't stay out of it.

In fact, even if you can see it, you can't kill people, you can only be bitten passively.

"I don't care if I bite you."

He muttered, returning to the bar. After a while, the door of the bar slammed, and it was finally shattered by the impact.

The wooden door slammed open, debris flew in a flew of debris, and the blockade was leaked, and the hound, covered in black mist, rushed towards it!

The hunters were nervous, but that didn't stop them from moving, and the shotguns were spraying incessantly.

Bullets flew in a frenzy, and the opponent who was hit by the scattered bullets filled with edible salt was covered in white smoke, and the frenzied pace came to a halt.

But that didn't stop it from moving forward, as if it was annoyed, the menace in its throat became more pronounced, and the scarlet color in its eyes became more intense.

It's just that to everyone's consternation, after the dog broke through the door, he didn't pounce on the heavily protected target at first, but looked directly at Charles who was standing at the bar to "watch the play".

Looking at the young human, Cerberus's scarlet eyes were full of fierceness, and the continuous white ripples of his body could not stop its pace, but slowly approached with scattered bullets, his head lowered slightly, and roared at the charles, revealing a mouthful of sharp fangs made of mist.

As if a silent threat.

Although it seems that shotguns can have some effect on it, the damage also doesn't seem to be high.

Seeing this, Charles couldn't help but secretly curse himself, and the hunters around him had already surrounded him when they saw that the situation was not good, but he didn't think that these people could protect him.

So he decisively turned over and entered the bar, and immediately picked up a bag of dead man's powder on the wine rack and was about to make a move, but the enemy was obviously faster, and seeing that Charles was moving, it swooped forward not far from the bar, directly over a large open space.

Several hunters hurriedly raised their weapons to stop the dog, but they were immediately knocked away without hindering the Cerberus at all.

Seeing the mad dog pounce, Charles scolded secretly, and before he had time to think about it, he hurriedly raised his hands and grabbed it directly on the neck of the dog that pounced in mid-air.

Then there was a bang, and he was hit against the bar bar with great force.

A violent sense of struggle ensued, and at the same moment, Charles unleashed his natural abilities.

The golden light then appeared in his hands, and as soon as he appeared, it slowly spread inward from the neck of the Cerberus, seemingly slow, but obviously effective.

However, the tremendous force from his hands made Charles clench his teeth, and the muscles in his outstretched hands and arms bulged tightly, and his back leaned hard against the steel display frame, and the hard, cold touch also brought a trace of sharp pain.

[You have been hit by the spirit of Cerberus]

[You are shrouded in a special energy place, and your spirituality is invaded]

[Your stored resentment is being consumed in large quantities]

……

The hints of the True Eye kept drifting by, and an inexplicable sense of loss surfaced in the bottom of my heart.

Charles didn't know how much of an impact this attrition would have on him. But seeing that the Ring of Resentful Spirits could block it, he finally put his mind at ease.

Gruff grasped the misty black dog in front of him, tilted his head to avoid its bite and roar, and under the constant urging, the golden silk threads that bloomed from his hands spread all over the opponent's body at a slow but determined speed.

From the brain, to the neck, to the torso and limbs......

This look is peculiar.

Not only can the hunters who were "touched" by the charr be able to see clearly, but even the help-seekers who were hiding behind and were not "wiped their eyes" could see clearly at the moment.

Behind the bar, a dog-like figure wrapped in golden "chains" gradually emerged from the young man's empty hands, shining brightly, looking like a hollow artwork made of pure gold - although it was alive.

No one knew the state of Charles at the moment, only to see that his clothes were broken by the limbs of the Cerberus, and a hunter approached and took out a pure iron weapon to help attack, but the pure iron can cause damage to ordinary ghosts, but it is not possible to deal with this Cerberus at all.

So the hunters could only stare dryly.

Dean, who had just been knocked into the air, suddenly had a flash of inspiration, and hurriedly got up from the ground and rushed forward, grabbing the bag of dead man's powder that had fallen from Charles's hand on the bar, and before he could think about it, he sprinkled it on Cerberus's writhing back ass in mid-air.

So the frantically struggling black fog hound seemed to have been splashed with a chrysanthemum with thick acid, and under the sharp whimper, the appearance of the fierce struggle was inexplicably stagnant.

As a result, the golden thread suddenly sped up its "pace", and before the other party could resist, it spread to its entire body in the blink of an eye, and finally the golden light flashed, and the Cerberus tightly wrapped in pure gold folded and dissipated.

Everyone breathed a sigh of relief as the surroundings were quiet, and then rushed forward.

"Charles, how are you?"

"Are there any injuries?"

"Come, I'll help you up!"

……

Ignoring the cold and warm questions of the people around him, Charles, who was panting, leaned against the wine rack, looked down at a silver-rimmed card in his hand that felt like metal, and felt the situation in his own body, he couldn't help but be silent.

"Is this a loss or a gain?"