In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 16 Evil God
2021 3 Month 1 Day.

Exactly 13:45 pm.

A minibus departed from the gate of the Academic Department of the Alchemy Temple, carrying more than a dozen freshmen from the Academic Department, and drove towards the city center.

Demon hunting agency, headquarters building.

Inside the small conference hall on the 13th floor.

The picture on the projection screen was extremely clear. In the room surrounded by dark light, it showed the violence of the highest-level demon to the more than ten officers of the hunting organization and the freshmen of the academic department present.

"call--"

A needle can be heard in the chamber, only the mechanical sound of heavy breathing passing through the metal filter is particularly ear-piercing.

Victor stands next to the virtual projection screen.

With his hands behind his back, his body is as straight as a black tombstone.His face was obscured by a black metal mask, making it difficult to see his facial expression.

But the pair of iron-gray prosthetic eyes, which were clearly created by alchemy, still projected a daunting and fierce light.

Minister Victor turned off the virtual projection.

The pre-war mobilization for this mission was actually given by him.

One can imagine the importance of this mission.

"Did you see it?"

A hoarse voice howled from the chamber where needles could be heard, and penetrated into everyone's ears.

The 31 members of the Alchemy Temple, including the new trainees, all cheered up.

"The summoned evil god—Franciste Labos, the slaughter king."

The virtual image lights up, and the desktop in front of each operator suddenly emits intersecting cold light. In an instant, the cold light converges, and a lifelike sculpture appears in front of everyone.

"Franciste Labos, the torture king, was originally an executioner who ravaged Europe in the mid-seventeenth century. The crimes he committed in his life are too numerous to write down."

"When he was 45 years old, he was arrested by the [Apocalypse Church]. After many difficulties, Franceste was executed."

"But, despite his death, his notoriety has spread across Europe with 124 decapitated bodies."

"His experience has been demonized and horrified as human beings have passed on word of mouth."

Minister Victor looked at the silent freshmen of the academic department.

"The agency's [Eye of Merlin] will analyze it."

"The king of cruelty, Francite Labos, was awakened from the horror deep in people's memory by an unknown force."

"Compared to the first time he came to the world as an evil god ten years ago, this time, he is crazier and weirder."

Ryan looked at the virtual image in front of him.

He felt strange inside.

Including the surrounding freshmen, they all frowned and stared intently at the avatar of Francite Rabos.

They are equally incomprehensible.

The current state of this evil god——

The avatar of the evil god is in a humanoid form as a whole. He is proportionally scaled to the size of a figure, and the data floating on the side clearly says: Height 4.23M.

His white skin of flesh and blood, as well as the bright red machete on his arm instead of his palm, all reminded him that he was a monster.

Twisted and vicious curses crawled all over his body, and the evil god's white flesh and blood body was covered with strange totems. Even his head—that terrifying, hysterical face was covered in blood mist, making it impossible to see the truth.

The weirdest thing is.

At this time, the evil god seemed to be split in the middle by someone!

He only has one limb left.

Even tearing up buildings in the city, overturning oil tank trucks, and even harvesting lives with a butcher knife are all done by only half of its body.

"Where did the other half of his body go?"

"Crack!"

Just when Ryan was wondering, Victor turned on the virtual projection again.

Everyone raised their heads following the sound and looked at the picture that appeared beside Minister Victor.

"?"

"A black cat?"

Contrary to Ryan's expectations, in the center of the virtual image, a petite black cat squatted on a tall building.

Its body is covered with fine black fluff, only the abdomen and four claws are pure snow white.

The virtual image is still playing.

In the next second, the building under the black cat was cut into pieces in an instant, countless rubble rolled down, and broken glass flew out.

The black cat was gone, as if it had fled the building before the disaster struck.

All that was left was an evil god with only half a body, swinging a machete hysterically, cutting everything around him into pieces.

"After three hours of analysis, we can fully deduce that Francite Rabos, the king of massacres, has become an irrational and mutilated evil god."

"All his whereabouts are following it—"

Victor enlarged the picture, and the collar on the black cat's neck was engraved with a short character: "Michelangelo".

"The black cat, Michelangelo."

"From this, we conclude—"

"The person who summoned the Slaughter King from hell split the magic formula of summoning the evil god into two parts, and successfully summoned the evil god."

"The other half was carved into the body of the black cat Michelangelo."

"Your mission is to prevent the Slaughter King from successfully swallowing the black cat into his belly, and you must not let the Slaughter King fuse with the other half of his body."

"Everyone, can you understand the situation?"

"learn!"

Fifteen officers of the Demon Hunting Agency roared.

The sixteen students were silent. Suddenly, a student in the last row raised his hand.

"Any objections?"

Minister Victor signaled the practitioners to ask questions.

Leonardo Ottore is an Italian man. Although he is only 21 years old, but looking at his unshaven appearance, he always feels that his real age is over 40 years old.

"Sir."

"If I remember correctly, in the documents of the demon hunting agency, it is clearly recorded that the Slaughter King possesses the destructive power of the highest-level demon."

"With our strength."

As he said that, Leonardo's gaze stayed on a certain petite figure sitting in front of the new student's seat.

"The current torture king is not complete."

"He is far from the strength of the highest level demon."

"Coupled with the loss of intelligence, he became a beast that only knows how to track his own body, not as cunning as ten years ago."

"A super-spec superior demon with low intelligence."

"Cadet Leonardo Ottore, do you have any questions?"

Minister Victor stared at him with steel gray eyes.

His tone was as cold as usual.

"No, sir!"

Leonardo looked serious, and sat back in his seat neatly.

"very good."

Minister Victor nodded in satisfaction.

In fact, according to the rules and procedures of previous years, the second apprenticeship of freshmen should not come so early.

But what is helpless is that three days ago, a riot broke out in the Windy City.

Several officers from the headquarters' demon hunting agency were dispatched, and they are still trapped, and it will be difficult to get out for a while.

Facing the suspected shortage of manpower, the crazy Victor rejected the proposal from the Alchemy Temple: to transfer an elite demon hunter who was on a mission back to the headquarters.

He decided to take this opportunity to immediately put the unpolished knife on the battlefield of demon hunting!

Today is different from the past. According to the general trend of the world today, it is no longer possible to support the students to live happily in the academic department.

The terrorist attacks caused by ghosts and demons are becoming more and more horrifying, and the number is increasing every year in a manner visible to the naked eye.

Students need more aggressive delivery.

As for some "genius" students, they must consider emphasizing their training from the moment they enter the academic department.

"Rebecca Brunshed, Ryan Winster."

Ryan, who was called, straightened up.

He knew that the next instruction from Minister Victor was a task entrusted to him by his superiors, and this was also the focus of this internship.

"The two of you each lead a team of seven."

"Team A leader Rebecca."

"Group B leader Ryan."

"The task of Group A is: to assist the agency's special service operatives, stop the torture king Francite Labos, and kill him on the spot if possible."

"The task of Group B is: to catch the black cat before the King of Slaughter finds it, and kill it."

"learn."

Ryan and Rebecca nodded together.

"Everyone, your second apprenticeship mission has officially begun!"

　You shouldn't have said that.

　　The collection is getting smaller and smaller.

　　What is the curse?

　　
　
(End of this chapter)