"Little ghost, good job!" As the gunfire echoed in the lead-gray haze slowly stopped, Aaron, who was pressing the headset, did not hesitate to praise the little ghost who had just completed the witcher training, listening to the shy laughter of the little ghost in the headset and the rough voice and sincere praise of all the witchers in the village, Aaron seemed to be able to see the little guy who was carrying a rifle gun taller than him, scratching his head and laughing. Pen @ fun @ pavilion wWw. ｂｉｑUｇE。 ｉｎｆｏ

It seems that he can't be called a little ghost anymore, after all, the little ghost also hunted a high-level vampire, but what is his original name? Listening to the increasingly exaggerated laughter in the headset and the compliments that had been repeated, Aaron, who was scratching his head, couldn't help but mutter.

The witchers and witchers, who had attracted all their attention by the progress of their juniors, had not noticed that the headless corpse suspended in the haze had not fallen from the sky like a sparrow that had been hit, but was still flapping its wings with red scales, but who would pay attention to a 'corpse'?

"Gun Fighting γ"

As the part of the mouth that had lost its palate trembled, Aaron, who had lost his palate, held the headless corpse in the air in astonishment as he grasped the blood-colored rose that had slipped from the cuff and was covered in a layer of blood-colored roses.

"Be careful! little ghost fast~~!"

"Bang"

In the sigh-like sound of the Scarlet Rose's gunshot, the bullet that came out of its disembowelment disappeared into the haze along the trajectory left by the silver bullet.

"A life is worth a life, isn't it?"

"No~~~!"

The warning that had not yet been uttered was instantly suppressed into a self-reproachful wail by the noisy and harsh electromagnetic sound in the headset, and the sharp electromagnetic sound was still destroying the ears of the witchers, but it was ignored by the witchers who recalled their weakness and unbearable past again!

Ordinary humans are always so vulnerable and vulnerable to supernatural attacks, including professionally trained witchers, and while the survivors who have lost their families, lovers, or friends under the auspices of hatred have raised their weapons under the guidance of their predecessors, they are still a wretched bunch of wretched creatures corrupted by the past, a group of night watchmen armed with the fire of vengeance.

But what's the most interesting thing? In order to avoid panic when the truth of the world is known to ordinary people, the Supreme Senate has been trying to make these rebellious demon hunters obey the management of the town safety and health management department or sign a confidentiality clause, but the ridiculous reality is that most of the criminals on the wanted list are witchers, after all, the best confidentiality clause is death, isn't it?

In the face of the Supreme Senate, which pursues a policy of covering up first and then liquidating, and in the face of the power of supernatural creatures, this group of pathetic human beings hides their weakness with the so-called rebelliousness of the world, replaces the vacant place in their hearts with companions, and devotes their lives to clearing supernatural creatures, teaching life the way to revenge of lovers.

Companions with supernatural powers are revered by the witchers as witchers, regardless of their origin, whether they are supernatural creatures or not, as long as they are recognized by the Council of Thorns in the Hall of the Dead!

Countless bullets and arrows covered the headless corpse like a swarm of flying bees in the roar of the guns, and the hum of the bowstring like a swarm of flying bees, but none of them hit the bats that flapped their wings from the headless corpse and fled in all directions, and the continuous sound of flapping wings accompanied by the sound of stormy bats rushed towards the witcher who was holding the trigger like a black tide.

The sound of swallowing blood and the wails of witchers in just an instant became the tone of this village filled with flames and ashes, but in this black tide of death, a cold knife wheel went upstream, crushing everything it passed into a pool of indistinguishable flesh, and the black tide that rushed to the knife wheel left only small waves like a huge wave crashing on the reef, but a pair of arms holding the giant scythe suddenly appeared in the black tide-like bat group, and the blade of the burning blood flame slashed towards the knife wheel like the dorsal fin of a giant shark swimming on the sea。

"Ding~~!"

The air squeezed by the chain blade and the giant scythe exploded in the twilight of the blade exchange, and the violent and scorching air wave instantly rushed the two unprepared weapons into the sky, Aaron's face suddenly turned pale, and he tightly grasped the straight chain and pulled it hard, and suddenly slashed at the hands holding the giant scythe like a knife in the two chain blades.

But his hands turned into bats again, and he sharply drew a beautiful Z in the air, and swooped down to Aaron, who was only holding the chain in his hand, seemingly harmless, and then the giant scythe poked out of the bat like a poisonous fangs in the mouth of a poisonous snake, and stabbed Aaron, who had the middle door wide open, but as his arms trembled slightly, the chains in his hands were like a rope sleeve to tie the scythe that pierced his chest.

At the same time, the black tide of bats immediately collided with the hands holding the giant sickle, and with the influx of the bats, Xie Zimu, who once again turned into a human form, let go of the hands holding the sickle, and his toes jumped up with slight force, and his toes tapped the sickle handle, and he flew back like a gymnast, and at the same time, the two blood-colored roses were held in his hands again.

"Gun fighting β!" The twin guns overlapped on his chest immediately vented the bullets in the magazine, but the target was not Aaron who was locked with a giant scythe, but a witcher with a cold weapon, or the center of the eyebrows, or the heart, no matter how the trained witcher moved irregularly with the help of tactical movements, the bullet with a strange trajectory always took the lead and accurately appeared in the position where the witcher would inevitably appear.

With the muffled sound of the air bursting, "Stop! you stop me!!" The hoarse voice like a low roar suppressed the resentment of witnessing his companion being killed, Xie Zimu smiled slightly and avoided the chain blade that broke through the air, and looked at the mad dog-like Aaron sincerely, Xie Zimu said: "They died because of your resistance! If you continue to resist, not only you, but also the children hiding will be the same as you! If you give up resistance, maybe I will let these little ghosts go!"

Aaron, who was holding the chain blade tightly, looked at Xie Zimu who was staring at him with eyes like a murderer, and his hands that were holding the chain blade were already full of blood oozing from the cracked tiger's mouth, and when Xie Zimu, who was confident, looked at the chain blade that was gradually loosened, a wooden stake wrapped in silver liquid penetrated Xie Zimu's heart!

Amid Xie Zimu's howl of pain and the pungent smell of the burning stake, the witcher who had pierced the stake through Xie Zimu's heart grabbed the burning stake and said, "Boss Aaron, are you crazy? Such bats won't keep their promises at all! The best thing for a witcher to die is to fight these minions to the death... the charred black stake that pierced into his mouth, blocking the rest of the witcher's words back into his unyielding heart.

Slapping the non-existent ashes on his palm, Xie Zimu said: "Poor thoughts, living is everything! Only by living can we see the future!, isn't it?" Stroking the wounds that had long since healed themselves, Xie Zimu lightly denied the creed that the demon hunter adhered to with his life!

"No!" Aaron said calmly as he looked at Xie Zimu, "If you give up the creed you abide by in order to live, what is the difference between that and the walking dead?"

Watching the foolish demon hunters who didn't care about the difference in strength between the two sides, countless bats oozing from under their skin rolled up like smoke and dust towards their tiny ants like grasshoppers.