The front paws of the bloody werewolf popped out two rows of sharp claws as sharp as knives.

Seeing Zhang Huaisheng approaching, its big mouth with a long tongue suddenly opened to a terrifying amplitude, Zhang Huaisheng's heart immediately tightened when he saw this familiar posture.

The next moment, a terrifying sound wave swept in.

Brain drowsiness.

Zhang Huaisheng had an old stalk in his throat.

From evil spirits, to daytime spirits, dispossessors, vampires.

It seems that any kind of demon will roar "Banshee's Howl", this kind of sonic attack is full of xenomorphic spirituality from the abyss, but fortunately, Zhang Huaisheng is also used to it, and quickly gets rid of the influence.

He stepped on the chimney of a small two-story building, kicked with his strength, and kicked the gravel all over the place, and the sharp wolf claws attached to it were full of blood, and then slashed down again.

In the scope, Smith muttered, "Sure enough, this is the real fighting posture of the witcher, this guy... Is it really Sequence 8? ”

"It's outrageous."

As the words fell, his pupils turned amber, and an eagle's chirp rang out.

The spiritually blessed bullet, at the moment of discharge, turned into an eagle with flapping wings, galloping towards the demon spirit of the day.

Zhang Huaisheng had already pounced in front of the daytime demon spirit, and with a wave of his claws, he tore open the placket of his yellowed white wedding dress, revealing his ugly body.

During the day, the demon spirit was furious, and the shame that came from nowhere made it immediately cover its chest, and its long tongue like a whip directly slapped Zhang Huaisheng's body, throwing him away.

Almost at the same time, the bullet pierced the forehead of the daytime wraith, and the terrifying kinetic energy carved a fist-sized hole into its hard skull.

Zhang Huaisheng was still flying in mid-air, so he raised his right hand high: "Sword!" ”

Behind the daytime demon spirit, the violently rotating blade with a piercing hum, like a long rainbow through the sun, flew forward, and the chainsaw blade cut directly into its back.

And the chainsaw is still spinning rapidly, like a maggot on the tarsal bones, "gnawing" at the body of the demon spirit during the day, and the bone stubble is flying like snowflakes.

However, this kind of injury is nothing to the undead monsters such as daytime demons.

Gray-white mist erupted from its nearly dissected chest, quickly repairing its wounds, and the shriveled skin on its eyebrows lifted as if blown, squeezing out the almost deflated bullet inside.

Its eyes were fixed on Zhang Huaisheng not far away, its arms extended behind its back, and ripped off the chainsaw sword, and then a large mouthful of filthy liquid squirted out of its mouth and poured on the twins.

Zhang Huaisheng immediately discovered that his contact with the twins was cut off.

The daytime demon spirit threw away the twin blades, and his expression was gloomy, and the mist gushing out of his chest became thicker and thicker, turning into the body of the daytime demon spirit condensed by smoke one after another.

Whether from the perspective of spiritual feedback or visuals, it is impossible to distinguish who is real and who is fake, which is why Zhang Huaisheng feels that this thing has no weaknesses.

The ability of the demon spirit during the day is too comprehensive, if the demon path sequence 9 evil spirit can use this thing as the main material of the potion, the strength can immediately increase tenfold.

Bang –

A gunshot rang out, and the body of a daytime wraith was shattered into a mist of shards.

Smith's shot was actually exquisite, aiming at the original position of the demon spirit body during the day, but after it was separated, it seemed to be silent, and it completed a shape-shifting position.

Fighting, caught in a tug-of-war.

Although the demon spirit is strong during the day, even if Zhang Huaisheng is alone, he can deal with it with confidence, not to mention the "Eagle Eye" that Smith, a spiritual bullet can be used casually.

But it is not easy for the two of them to completely kill the daytime demon spirit with tenacious vitality.

Smith's eyes were bloodshot, and he held up a potion vial and drank it down in one gulp—his spirituality was already close to exhaustion, and the battle was already a strong one.

Zhang Huaisheng is nothing.

Although one of the twin blades was temporarily contaminated by the daytime wraith, it was coated with a layer of liquid metal from the Destroyer's core, which quickly wiped it out.

That is to say, Zhang Huaisheng has not been able to fully exert half of the power of these two weapons with the extraordinary characteristics of the middle sequence, otherwise, it will not be difficult to kill this daytime demon spirit.

During the day, the demon spirit retreated, and once again let out a terrible banshee howl, but Zhang Huaisheng ignored it this time, holding the double blades in his hands, and with the blessing of the power of the blood werewolf, he crashed directly into its arms.

A burning sensation made Zhang Huaisheng feel that his hair became curly, and the chainsaw turned in unison, making a piercing buzz, forcibly cutting off the spine of the demon spirit during the day.

And even with such an injury, the aura of the demon spirit during the day still has no tendency to weaken.

"Zhang, get out of the way!"

Smith's shout sounded, Zhang Huaisheng stepped aside without thinking, and followed by a bullet that exuded a cold air, flying in front of his eyes.

The moment it hits the Daytime Wraith, it freezes it in place.

Zhang Huaisheng immediately took advantage of the situation and rushed forward, stepped on the upper half of its body directly to the ground, and the chainsaw activated, dividing it into more than ten pieces.

The breath of the demon spirit during the day fell in a straight line.

It's dead!

"It's over?"

Exhausted, Smith jumped out from behind cover.

"It's disgusting that this ugly thing can be worn yellow in a wedding dress."

He walked over to the corpse of the daytime wraith and raised his foot and kicked its shriveled head.

At this moment, two sharp bones burst out from the remains of the demon spirit during the day, Zhang Huaisheng narrowly and narrowly dodged his head, but Smith was directly pierced through the chest by a bone.

He glanced down in disbelief.

He could feel that his vitality was passing rapidly, and his feet were weak, and he fell directly to the ground.

Zhang Huaisheng hurriedly helped him up.

"The god of hunting is above, and I'm here... Are you going to die? ”

"Damn, why am I so unlucky!"

Smith's eyes became dull, and there was no longer the sharpness of an eagle's eye.

The heart has been pierced, and unless it is a butcher with tenacious vitality, or an extraordinary being in the order of promotion, it is basically possible to pronounce the death penalty.

"Do you have a potion to heal wounds?"

"Heh, it's useless, the heart is broken, how can there be a cure? What a damn ... How could I make such a stupid mistake! ”

Smith smiled wryly, coughing up a large amount of blood from his mouth.

Zhang Huaisheng was silent.

If he is promoted to Sequence 7, he will probably be able to forcibly revive Smith into a monster through the Black Knight's reincarnation magic... But such an ending is probably not something Smith is willing to accept.

Like Charles of Iris Street and the Marquis de la Haire, they have a long life, but they have to endure the pain of the erosion of humanity day by day.

That kind of life is more difficult than eternal sleep.

Smith's pupils gradually emptied, and he muttered to himself: "The teacher always says that a person with a personality like me can't live long in the transcendent world. ”

Zhang Huaisheng remained silent.

This is the consequence of not being cautious enough in the otherworld.

No matter how big the advantages are, they should not be taken lightly.

"Do you have any wishes?"

Zhang Huaisheng waited for a long time, but he didn't hear Smith speak again.

He looked at it, and Smith's face was pale, his mouth was slightly open, and he was no longer alive... Sure enough, the passage where every deceased person on TV can finish his last words is fake.

He let out a long sigh that if Smith hadn't died, the two might have become good friends.

Now, the Smiths are dead.

But what to do with the corpses and relics, Zhang Huaisheng didn't have an idea for a while.

After thinking about it, it was better to collect the body and return it to the church of the Hunting God Cult.

The cult of the Hunter God is not as widespread in the United States as the Cult of Steam and Mechanica, but it is also one of the top three religions.

Many cowboys are devout followers of the god of the hunt, believing that worshipping the god of the hunt will make their marksmanship more accurate.