Walking in the city dominated by black light, Ciri now finds that she can understand the language of people in another world, for unknown reasons, and now she is particularly concerned about the sky of this world - like the end of the earth, the cloudy sky blocks all light, the only gap in the dark clouds shows a red moon instead of a planet, and the snowflakes that are constantly drifting in the air seem to be attracted by a gravitational pull, and they all approach the moon, and finally disappear into the moon's light. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

The cold air was no exception, and the strong suction force caused the air to spiral into the red moon.

The only thing that is different from the earth here is that the dark clouds in the sky have not rained down fireballs, and there are no monsters teleported around at any time, although living here is depressing, it will not worry about the safety of life.

Now, Heary has left the battlefield covered in flames and is in a place where normal people live, where there are no spreading fires, no soldiers fighting in the streets or houses, no bullets flying everywhere, but it is also unsafe - there are no pedestrians on the silent streets, and there are groups of armed men patrolling the streets, dressed in police uniforms that resemble the Victorian period of England, but with the difference that they also wear a metal covered helmet, which looks strange. The sticks and guns they carry make their identities and costumes more compatible.

The "police ......" is hidden in a dark harbor, and Ciri can't help but guess the identities of these armed men, and now her identity as a black household makes her cautious and cautious here, and the slightest mistake will put her in a situation from which she will never recover.

She can understand the people around her, but she is not sure that she can communicate with the people of this world.

Now Ciri has put on the world's mainstream black trench coat and a tricorne hat that does not fit, and there is no shortage of these equipment in the cities that have been reduced to battlefields.

The future is bleak, and whether he should continue to explore this world now, or return to Earth for a while, makes Ciri very confused.

Walking through the gloomy alleys, she did not let her guard down, holding the long sword at her waist under the trench coat in one hand, and trying her best to suppress the tricorne hat on her head with the other, hiding her appearance in the shadows.

The world where science and magic coexist seems absurd and bizarre, and it is not to be taken lightly.

Suddenly, she stopped her progress, because in front of her, a figure blocked her way, the slender figure seemed to be weak, but the staff in her hand was spreading the purple ripples in circles, although I don't know what the effect of these ripples is, but the person who came was not friendly.

He was also dressed in a large black trench coat and a three-cornered hat, and his naked face was obscured by a leather scarf, which made it impossible for Ciri to know what the other person's physical characteristics were other than to be able to tell that the other person was a woman.

The mystery made Ciri dare not be careless, and the long sword hanging from her waist was drawn by her, and her steps moved slowly and irregularly, and now she was preparing for a new battle.

The woman standing in front of her was no exception, the staff in her hand suddenly raised, and the spreading ripples immediately retracted, and finally concentrated on a purple crystal at the end of the staff that had been made into a spiral spearhead, and the ripples on the crystal turned in a falling line, and finally twisted into a beam of light that surrounded each other, shooting in the direction of Ciri.

The swirling light generated a tremendous momentum along the road, blowing everything in the road away, and under the effect, the air turned into sharp blades, and the stones and bricks on the road surface showed the slightest scratch.

Ciri immediately jumped sideways, dodging this attack, and without saying a word, she didn't have the slightest affection for the mysterious woman who appeared in front of her, since she had the skill of teleportation, she was not afraid of these elusive mages, and now she only needed a few moves to disrupt the rhythm of the other party, and she was able to execute the other party with a long sword.

Ciri was about to fight back, when suddenly a scream from behind her made her give up on her next attack, because where she was standing, an otherworldly "policeman" had been turned into broken pieces by the swirling ripples, and she would not have recognized what the bloody pile in front of her was if it weren't for the scattered recognizable pieces of clothing and the metal helmet that had fallen to the ground.

Heavy footsteps can be heard, and a team of "policemen" with steel-covered helmets can be seen in the dark and blurred alleyways, and now that they have all their weapons removed, it seems that there is no room for negotiation.

Seeing the angry policeman rushing at her, Ciri immediately turned and fled, and now she saw the female mage waving her hand to follow her.

Ciri was still hesitating, but the sound of gunfire behind her made her choose, and now she wanted to use teleportation, but thinking of the series of reactions that might be caused later, she finally dismissed this idea, and honestly followed behind the mage in front of her, and ran wildly.

Weaving back and forth through the intricate alleyways, the sheer number of turns made Ciri's cowpea dizzy, and finally the two stopped running at the end of the alley, both of them feeling exhausted from the long run.

After the grass trial, his body strengthened a lot, but he also felt tired after running for a long time.

"Who are you?" "Breathing a little slowly, Ciri pointed his sword at the female mage who was bending over and panting, although the other party had saved his life just now, Ciri would not let her guard down for this reason.

"I'm ......," the mage who bent over and panted for breath now seemed to be unsharp...... Sophie!"

The mage straightened up, slowly removing the scarf that covered her face, and the tricorne hat that covered her head, revealing Ciri's familiar face, her short, neatly trimmed red hair, and her distinctive golden pupils.

"You...... Why are you here?" the shocked Ciri did not lay down his weapon because of the other party's face, the other party's status as a mage made him full of vigilance, who knows if the mage in front of him now has cast an illusion?

"Don't use this sword against me, I know you have a lot of questions right now, but I don't have time to explain that ...... to you right now" Sophie waved her hand, signaling that the other party didn't need to be so nervous, but the whole time, she noticed that the person standing in front of her had not lowered his sword.

"Okay......" The hand that was originally waving was now covering his eyes, and he seemed to be very helpless about the actions of the girl in front of him.

"I know you're a man, if I hadn't helped you with the Grass Trial......," she wanted to continue, but Ciri immediately covered her lips with her blood-soaked gloves to prevent them from continuing, and since she became a woman, she was very reluctant to be brought up in front of her.

"I believe, I believe......" She kept admitting what the other person said, trying to block everything the other person said, but soon, the other party received a heavy blow to the abdomen, and the severe pain made her unconsciously bend back.

"You're sick!" Sophie wiped the bits of blood from her mouth, the blood remaining on it made her look like a ghoul that had just eaten a corpse.

Maybe it was because he felt guilty when he saw the person who was too heavy and bent over and convulsed, and the anger in his heart disappeared at this moment.

"Come with me, it's not safe here. She took the other's hand and disappeared into the alley.

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"He doesn't speak us, and he doesn't understand what we say. "In a dimly lit cell, a jailer wanted to report to a visiting superior. He was referring to Ned, who was crouching in his cell, the demon hunter's hands were now restricted from freedom by metal shackles, and his clothes on his abdomen were still stained with blood, and his previously pierced body was now fully recovered, without any wounds.

"What's going on? Your Excellency has spoken to him to make sure he can communicate with us normally...... Forget it, I'll check for myself. The middle-aged man was not satisfied with the other party's answer, and wanted to confirm the truth of what the other party said himself.

"What's your name?" he asked solemnly through the fence, the demon hunter in the cell, his hands still on the dagger at his waist, ready to respond to the other party's possible resistance.

Ned looked at the man in black approaching in front of him, a smug smile flashed in his eyes, now that he had lost the Demon Hunter Badge, he couldn't communicate with these people in front of him, because he had the spell of the Wild Hunter Mage on top of the Demon Hunter Badge, which allowed him to communicate with people from another world.

At first, Ned thinks they're going to execute him, but he doesn't expect them to get some information from him, but the communication barrier makes their thoughts come to naught.

The jailer's strong will made him have no way to escape, but now that he has a fat-headed high-head, then everything is easy.

The hands held together by the shackles quickly drew a Yaxie mark in the air, the blue mark appeared briefly in the air and then disappeared, the cat pupils staring at each other's eyes appeared a faint white light, and the smiling Ned looked at the dignitaries in front of him and became confused, and finally his body swayed.

"Open ......," Ned ordered, mimicking the language of the world.

"Let me go...... his hands were pointed at him, and the few words he learned in a short period of time made it difficult for him to express.