Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 140 Fighting (recommendation ticket requested)
Dear Mrs. Cassina:

Hello there!

The secret of your husband's self-portrait has been exposed. It is now placed in an abandoned park south of Billy Street. We will officially destroy the painting at nine o'clock. If you still want to see "him" for the last time, please come to the appointment on time.

The winner is king, the loser has no mouth!
8 pm.

Witch Claire put down the letter in her hand. This was an obvious trap, but she didn't care anymore.

She'll go to whoever is eyeing the park.

Wraiths don't have much wisdom, they act mechanically and mechanically, and the second-order evil spirits are relatively cunning, but they are not as good as humans.

She was desperate in her heart, and she was already broken.

Because she was injured many times before, even as a fourth-order witch, she actually has less than 20 years to live.

Originally, she wanted to spend the rest of her life with her husband like this, but it may be because of too many sins before, God didn't let her do what she wanted.

A full-length mirror is placed on the left side of the living room, and the frame is made of rosewood.

This kind of wood is not easy to crack, not easy to deform, easy to process, easy to carve, clear texture and fragrant.

Coupled with the exquisite craftsmanship of the craftsman, only a piece of glass is framed and fixed on the base, but it has a classical beauty.

This is a mirror made by Claire herself. After she stopped doing potion preparation and alchemy experiments, she started to make some furniture or learn cooking.

Showing a gentle smile, Claire began to comb her clothes in front of the mirror.

She let her brown-red hair spread out naturally, and put on the khaki shirt jacket and yellow gauze skirt.

That was how she was dressed that day.

The heavy rain poured down, and she fell on the wet ground. Seven people passed by along the way, and only the painter picked her up.

Otherwise, she who was extremely weak at that time would probably have died the next day, and she didn't even need the "Holy White Sword" Michel to hunt down and kill her.

The corners of Claire's mouth curled up slightly. Like a girl next door on a date for the first time, she put on a pair of pink and white mid-heeled shoes and a white lady's sun visor hat with a black ring around the bottom of the cap and went out. Door.

It seemed that it was a sunny morning, and she was just going to the park in full bloom for an appointment.

It doesn't matter if it's Paladin Michel, or even Gonzalez, the head of the Knights Templar, or anyone else.

Da da da
Light and rhythmic footsteps sounded in the silent and deserted park, and the witch walked gracefully on the empty brick and stone ground.

The comfortable cool wind blew her long hair, the dim cold light of the stars and the moon fell, and there was a slight rustling sound.

The witch came to the small square, and a few fallen leaves swirled and floated down around her.

Bang!Bang!
Two gunshots sounded suddenly, and the holy text on the demon hunting bullets shimmered, shooting towards her with a faint white light.

"Hehe~"

Witch Claire chuckled lightly.

The black and red runes on her arms lit up, and she raised her hand instantly, a red translucent skeleton palm blocked the front of the two demon hunting bullets, and gently grasped it!
The sacred text shone, and the two witcher bombs exploded like fireworks.

The witch's red skull handprint is also somewhat damaged, but it is being repaired quickly.

At this time, Ren and Catherine rushed out of the bushes almost at the same time, outflanking them in a circle from left to right.

Keng~
There was a sound of a knife, and Ren held the knife in his right hand.

The energy of the stars in the body was injected into the Demon Hunting 7-style long knife, the psionic array in the blade lit up, and the knife was cut out with a half-circle.

There was a sound of breaking wind, and an arc-shaped light blue sword glow flew out, and with a chirping sound, it cut the red skull's handprint into two pieces!

"what?"

Claire was a little surprised, and took a step back. Even if her strength was not as good as before, she shouldn't be able to break the "Hand of the Witch" by a third-tier demon hunter in one fell swoop.

I can't stand her thinking too much.

Catherine held the gun in her right hand and fired another round of silver demon hunting bullets, while her left hand was in a spiral shape, the crimson flames lit up, and the arc-shaped crescent moon condensed on the palm of her hand.

Swish!
The crescent moon seemed to be burning, flying quickly like a witch, Claire jumped to the left nimbly, avoiding the witcher bullet first.

Then she reached out to pick up the straw hat, and when she turned it around, several black and red runes lit up, and a lotus pattern appeared on the straw hat.

boom!
The crescent crescent exuding crimson light hit the straw hat, exploded, and dissipated like fireworks!
The lotus pattern on the witch's straw hat also dimmed a bit.

On the other side, Ren stepped on the floor tiles and took advantage of the situation to bully him. Holding the knife in both hands, he slashed, and the light of the knife cut through the night!
'Blood cut! '

With a hiss, the knife light cut the straw hat in Claire's hand in half.

Reluctantly, Ren raised his foot in an instant, his fighting spirit condensed on the soles of his feet, and a little bit of starlight emerged, kicking the witch's head!
The leather boots covered her bangs with surging spiritual energy, and lifted her long wine-red hair. The witch leaned back, avoiding the kick, and retreated.

Boom!

Before she could stand upright again, Ren instantly took out the Demon Hunting Pistol from the pocket inside the windbreaker, and fired two bullets unceremoniously.

Catherine also made up for it.

Claire, who was flying back, stopped instantly, and her body turned around, as if she was dancing a swan dance, and the yellow gauze skirt fluttered.

Many black geometric figures emerged from her clothes.

The demon hunting bullets stuck on the clothes on her body, the holy text shining white on it dimmed, and the bullets turned into dust and scattered.

Claire laughed coquettishly, her voice was clear and sweet:
"Who am I, because you two third-tier demon hunters want to hunt me?

Give me the painting, and I can let you go! "

"You're too happy, now you don't have the combat power of Tier [-]. In three years, you are almost useless." Ren held the demon hunting knife and taunted aloud.

The Red Witch's expression turned cold. It was indeed as Ryan said, she is just an empty shell now.

She already had hidden wounds in her body, and promised her husband not to kill anyone to draw blood, but now her strength is not advancing but retreating.

Coupled with the fact that he hasn't played against anyone for three years, his state has also declined a lot.

No more words, the witch Claire has lost her patience, it was just a temptation from both sides.

Her brown-red hair fluttered, and a blood moon ring rose from behind her.

The black and red runes on his arms also fell from his body, forming a spirit devouring array with complicated patterns on the ground.

The spirit energy of the free air brought a breeze, gathered in the witch formation under her long white legs, and then sucked it into her body from the soles of her feet, and poured it into the blood circle behind her.

Petals appeared in the blood ring.

Like a blooming lotus, it is extremely coquettish, with black and red chains surging out of the buds, sweeping towards Ren and Catherine overwhelmingly!
The two looked at each other in a tacit understanding.

Ren stepped lightly on the soles of his feet, and the air of the stars was introduced into a certain point on the ground.

At this moment, on the central small square, dots arranged in an orderly manner shone like a cold star.

The large and small double-layered hexagram magic circles lit up on the ground, and the smaller hexagram circle quickly floated into the sky and slowly rotated 8 meters above the head.

The black and red chains that were densely sweeping towards the two of them froze in midair.

Little bits of stardust eroded on the red chain like rust.

'Shadow! '

Ren lifted the knife, and dozens of blade lights pierced through the air. The light of the blade interweaved into a network of light, smashing all the spiritual energy chains that had been swept away!
Clang!

The black and red chains broke one by one and fell to the ground, making a crisp sound, and then slowly faded and disappeared.

Claire's expression changed.

She stared at the six-pointed star array with an ugly face, and felt a lot of suppression. The erosive power of those starlights seemed to be much greater than the normal array!
"Your power is special."

This was the second time the witch Claire spoke out. She stared carefully at Ren in the darkness surrounded by dots of fluorescent lights.

Catherine on the side smiled coquettishly: "That's right, so I asked him to activate this star formation."

After saying that, Catherine stretched out her hand and slapped the ground, and the crimson spiritual energy was channeled into another spell formation like flowing water.

A green awn emerges,

The patterns of countless vine petals light up on the brick and stone floor, and the fresh breath of green grass and flowers pours into the nose.

Around the small square, the vegetation seemed to be stimulated by something, and the shrubs and flowers began to grow wildly.

A vine began to grow visible to the naked eye, and the new shoots quickly turned into verdant green leaves.

Countless branches stretched from the woods on the side of the square to the Red Witch like whips, tightly entangled with the black and red chains emerging from the blood lotus behind her!
Some vines with oval green leaves surround Catherine, making her as beautiful as an elf among flowers.

The fragrance of flowers and plants overflows, making people feel refreshed.

The stars are shining, the vegetation is revived, and the two magic circles are all activated. The most insidious thing is that the core of the formation is the self-portrait in the center of the small square!

Inside that painting is the ghost of the painter Igor, the witch's husband.

The witch Claire stared at the self-portrait wrapped by the energy barriers of the two formations, and took a deep breath.

The next moment, her pupils were dyed a strange scarlet.

(End of this chapter)