Watson spread out the paper and continued: For some reason, the townspeople suddenly remembered the help Watson had given them, and they mustered up the courage to think that they could not turn a blind eye to the impending massacre.

The next moment, he saw the neighbor's house opposite, with the door closed, and the burly woodcutter with a firewood knife rushed out.

On the street, pedestrians stopped talking and stared at the two hooded murderers.

He finally decided that what was written on the manuscript paper, although it would become a reality, could not be made out of nothing!

His face glowed red with the aftermath of the catastrophe, but he didn't let his guard down, because he knew very well that a group of small town residents who were just ordinary people would not be opponents of two murderers at all.

Again, he wrote: "Watson's neighbor, a seemingly mediocre woodcutter, was the first to stand up, and no one knew that he had been the commander of the Imperial Winged Horsemen, who had been attacked by his political enemies for his uprightness and jealousy, and had been deposed to the western town of Viseros. Today, he will once again stand up bravely and impress everyone. ”

Although Watson was well aware that his neighbour was nothing more than an old, ugly, widower-like woodcutter, who had lived opposite his house for as long as he could remember.

But as the pen fell on the manuscript paper, he found that on the street, his ordinary neighbor actually bloomed with golden fighting brilliance, like a peerless powerhouse who lived in seclusion.

Without saying a word, the woodcutter rushed towards the two men with a firewood knife.

...

Serena narrowly escaped the woodcutter's attack, and although she was also a ranger general, she was more than a step inferior to Fryn Gila in terms of strength.

Keng——

Fringira drew her saber and snatched the woodcutter's knife out of the woodcutter's hand in a few strokes.

She said coldly, "Who are you, and why are you attacking us?"

The woodcutter ignored Frigila's inquiry, and pounced in silence again, and Furringira no longer hesitated, and cut off his head with a sword.

Obviously, this decapitation sword technique has been passed on by the great master of the witcher, the red knight Leon.

Serena couldn't help but complain: "This guy is like a madman." ”

"The Brain Demon is good at illusion, it can easily trick the people of the whole town into turning us into enemies, I'm just curious, how did this human hide and not be noticed by us?"

In their perception, this human being is just an ordinary ordinary person, but in just an instant, the breath has expanded many times.

Instead of withdrawing her sword, Flynn looked warily at the townspeople in the streets.

These people were staring at the two of them, obviously just a group of ordinary people, but with the example of the woodcutter in front of them, the two demon hunter apprentices did not dare to be careless at all.

...

The handwriting on the manuscript paper changed, and the follow-up was automatically derived: "However, the strength of these two murderers is beyond everyone's imagination, and this former winged knight commander of the empire was easily defeated in their hands. ”

Watson's face turned pale, and he clenched his fists: "Damn, what the hell are these two murderers, the Winged Rider Commander is not their opponent, why would such a character target a small character like me?"

His thoughts had already become chaotic at this moment, as if some kind of cold will had already parasitic in his mind, dominating all his thoughts.

Reason is deprived, and what remains is only a strong desire to survive.

Without thinking, he raised his pen again and wrote: "Fortunately, Viselos is a place of Crouching Tiger, Hidden Dragon, and in addition to this Winged Rider Commander, there are many powerful characters who live in seclusion here, such as ......"

But he didn't notice, or rather, something he didn't want to notice, and as he laid down the paper, crimson tentacles were growing on his cheeks.

In the blink of an eye, his face was covered with a layer of short and thick red tentacles, and even the eyeballs were writhing with tiny red.

...

There are more and more enemies, and even Frigila and Serena feel tricky.

They lined up back to back, one with a sword and one with a bow.

These small town residents, who seem to be just ordinary people, all have quite outstanding skills, but if they really have such skills, how can they just live in a remote western town?

Obviously, they were strengthened by the brain demons lurking in the shadows.

At the moment, the key to solving these problems is to find the hiding place of the brain demons, but they are not real demon hunters, and their perception of evil energy is still very shallow, and they can't catch the breath of the brain demons at all, and in the long run, they will definitely be consumed by this group of small town residents.

...

Hua Sheng breathed a sigh of relief, the situation was already clearly biased in favor of the residents of Viselos, but he also had to admit that these two murderers were really strong.

He suddenly felt a tingling in his cheeks, and subconsciously reached out to scratch it.

His fingers reached into the round, limp red tentacles, scratching desperately, and even brought down several tentacles, which fell on the table, still squirming.

However, as if he didn't realize anything was wrong, he continued to watch the battle with great interest.

His other hand, still holding the pen, was ready to write new words on the paper.

As long as he had this manuscript paper, he couldn't possibly lose.

However, at this moment, he suddenly saw that a large number of ink stains had been cleared on the manuscript paper, and new content began to emerge on the blank manuscript paper in the follow-up: "The two murderers have fallen into a predicament, and it seems that the defeat is decided, but in fact, they are just minions who are exploring the path, and behind them, there is a terrifying and evil demon king, who noticed that his minions were in decline, and rode a dragon to the rescue." ”

"Demon King?"

"Dragons?"

Watson felt like his brain was down a bit, and it was all the hell.

Watson realized that he had no choice but to flee with that mysterious brain, and he immediately went into action. ”

Without thinking, Watson picked up the pen and manuscript paper, opened the drawer, took the brain inside in his arms, and rushed out the door.

But at this moment, there was another change on the manuscript paper: "However, the Demon King is at his door, and once he goes out, he will be killed by the Demon King." ”

Watson's action of opening the door was actually stopped at this moment.

He quickly picked up his pen and wrote on the manuscript paper: "Watson left safely. ”

But then, the line was distorted and turned into a bloody new line of small words: "Watson was killed by the Demon King." ”

Watson's heart chuckled, and he realized that the end was already doomed!

Boom –

A flame ignited.

The demon king who appeared suddenly was wearing a black iron helmet, and the eyes exposed under the iron helmet were cold, without any emotion, and without any pity.

He looked at Watson, and in his frightened and panicked gaze, he slowly spoke: "Interesting, a brain demon actually carries a storybook of the Abyss Lord, if I hadn't sent the puppet bird to follow, I'm afraid I would have been dodged by you." ”

Just for a moment.

Watson didn't even notice what the demon king had done, and his consciousness went blank.

Leon burned the freak that had long since been polluted by evil energy, full of aberrant organs and tentacles, and reached out to poke the brain in his arms.

The brain trembled as if it were humanized, and it made an eerie tone of flattery—it was demonic language.

It wants to surrender to the terrifying demon king.

But in fact, although the Demon King uses evil energy and looks extremely terrifying, like a villain, he is not a Demon King at all.

He's an enemy.

Poof—

Leon crushed the brain.

He was about to contain the soul of the Brain Demon when the Demon Hunting Codex suddenly opened automatically, absorbing the manuscript papers scattered on the ground.