"Your inferior explosive pack deals 180 damage to the target werewolf, McGee, and since the damage is two-thirds of the opponent's, the unit suffers a loss of lower body function. Inability to move from the waist down. The unit is in a state of blood loss. ”

"You take 100 damage from a low-quality explosive pack, and you lose blood."

Zhao Qian struggled to lift the pile of rocks buried above his head, and the undying chirping in his cochlea seemed to remind him of something bad.

Deaf.

He subconsciously touched his left arm that was just leaning on the tombstone and his earlobe, which had suddenly become wet, and the blood from his ear fell to the ground along his dusty cheek.

All around, everything was shattered by the explosives pack. Only a few mutilated tombstones seemed to tell the story of what had just happened, and many more were blown into rubble.

Gotta get out of here.

Zhao Qian trembled and held the left wheel in his hand with only two bullets left. A shot came into the eye of the guy in front of him who couldn't move on the ground.

"Bang!"

The sound of gunfire echoed like a thunderclap through the somewhat silent cemetery.

The jackdaws didn't know where they had been scared for a long time.

"Your shot gives Werewolf McGee 80 critical damage. Equipping the effect Holy Death (Pseudo) is activated, and you actually deal 88 damage to Werewolf McGee. ”

"Werewolf-McGee's current health is -3."

"Werewolf McGee is dead. You killed the werewolf McGee. ”

"Milestone: Enemy of Darkness, in progress. You have killed 2/3 of the dark creatures. You also need to kill 1 dark creature to earn the title of Enemy of Darkness. ”

"You single-handedly kill Werewolf McGee, and you gain an additional 100 Travel Points."

"You get a summoning key (navy)."

Without hesitation, he picked up the key on the werewolf's corpse, which glowed with a dark blue light, and walked out of the cemetery step by step with his drooping left hand.

This kind of place, just this kind of movement, can definitely attract a large number of people.

Moreover, his health is indeed running out. The red bar of the air traffic control, only 3 points are left hanging on it, which is particularly conspicuous.

He took a few more steps, and when he got closer, he could get out of here at once.

But it was getting darker and darker in front of me.

Zhao Qian subconsciously looked at his blood bar again, and only smiled bitterly.

Dropped a little more, 2 points.

His eyes were uncontrollably black.

Walking a little further, he seemed to see the gate of the Ellie Cemetery.

But the immobile figure standing in front of the door had lost his last hope.

Some desperately took the gun in their hands from the space and aimed it.

The trigger was not pulled, but it was dark in front of him, and his body fell down involuntarily.

When he woke up again, Zhao Qian sat up with a confused face. A strange room, in a strange living room.

He got up and looked around, as if a voice was telling him that it was all his. A leather sofa of great value, a round table made of unknown wood, and a large bed. All of this is standard in a standard hotel room, except for a computer or TV.

I got up from the comfortable carpet on the floor and sat down on the sofa beside me, and the room was dark at this time.

The surrounding background becomes a vast and intimidating starry sky. He watched, every star was turning according to its own trajectory, and everything seemed so real. The stellar's domineering and scorching heat seemed to be real, although Zhao Qian knew that these were all fake. But there was another voice in his heart telling him that it was all true.

A virtual light curtain lit up just as he got a little impatient.

Scene after scene of the light screen was handed over from him beating up the thug who was following him, to killing the strong man, to his fight with Hagrid. Scene by scene was restored in front of Zhao Qian's eyes, until he fell to the ground and struggled to pick up the left-wheel-hand-pistol.

He looked at it and didn't speak, but his heart was more puzzled about how he had completed the task.

-------- Divide-Cut-Line-------------

The time was 10 minutes earlier, when Zhao Qian was still fighting with the werewolf.

On the other side, underneath the McGee's Tomb Lodge.

"As I said, all I'm missing for this Frankenstein right now is time."

Frankstein's teacher stood on a blackboard at the end of the long table, writing and drawing, expressing his opinion. In today's parlance, it's about pulling investment. His scientific alchemy experiments needed funding.

And the guys sitting on either side of the long table looking at his stuff with interest are certainly not bankers or capitalists. Representatives of the Dark Creatures and the Demon Hunter Guild sat aside.

These former rivals are gathered together, and in addition to discussing the feasibility of investing in Frankenstein's experiments, the main thing is to curb the development of their current common enemy.

Church.

Originally, the dark camp had been stronger for thousands of years, and the Demon Hunter Association and the Church were fighting together against the dark creatures while also fighting within themselves.

But, now, all that has changed, because Gabriel has come.

"Teacher ......"

Frankstein ran in from outside, panting, and tried to speak, but was stopped by his teacher. Beneath Frank's black suit was his trembling hands.

In his eyes, all of them are good experimental materials.

"Don't worry, Frankstein, I already know what's going on outside. For today's assembly, I put a berserk potion into Mr. McGee's water glass, which is on guard outside. ”

He flicked the test tube he had pulled out of nowhere, and the apricot liquid was flowing in it. The dark creatures in the crowd began to talk.

The battle outside had already been revealed to everyone by an exorcist present with a mirror. I don't know the pain, and the various functions of the body increase, which is simply a miracle medicine in your life-and-death battle.

"Ladies and gentlemen, potions are useful for both humans and dark creatures. Can you quote? ”

In a word, the crowd that was quiet just now couldn't stop the discussion. What started as a meeting to discuss a response to the Church's deliberations has now turned into a unique auction.

"Ten thousand francs. Ms. Lisa from Paris bids 10,000 francs, is there a higher price? ”

"Twenty thousand francs, and this unknown knight bids twenty thousand francs."

"30,000 ......"

“……”

The price is constantly rising, and at this time, this bottle of potion has long lost its original meaning. Everyone here knows that as long as the pharmacist is around, energy will continue to be produced. The competition between the remaining two is more of a contest of face.

"One hundred thousand francs, is there anything higher? The beautiful lady offered a hundred thousand francs. ”

The exorcist next to him waved his hand, and he signaled that he would not play. 100,000 tubes of potion, he's not so stupid.

"Okay, 100,000 francs at a time."

"One hundred thousand francs twice."

"One hundred thousand francs three times!" The impersonation of this temporary cameo auctioneer made many people here laugh.

"Wait, I'm going to die for the rest of my life." A fluent and authentic French rang out in the somewhat chaotic basement. This sentence came to everyone's ears with the cry of "deal".

Everyone present turned their heads to look at the uninvited guest dressed in black who was standing on the underground steps at some point.

"Ange."

In the crowd, a sound of gnashing teeth sounded in the suddenly quiet basement. He is a veteran of the Exorcism Society.

"That's right."

The old man flicked the aperture on his head with an ominous gesture from the dark creatures.

"So, you go first."

"Bang!"

A gunshot that no one could dodge, and he quietly lit himself a cigar.

The man who had just spoken fell to the ground without noticing. It was only those present who discovered the weapon in his hand, a silver revolver-hand-pistol.

The gun glowed silver in the slightly darkened basement, and the smoke from the muzzle of the gun had not yet cleared.

Lens magnification.

If Zhao Qian was present, he would definitely notice that the gun in his hand was exactly the same as his own.