In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 40, Entering the Battlefield!flame demon
Lane is running.

He shuttled quickly among the dilapidated and burnt-out buildings.

When the black boots stepped on the ground, they left deep marks on the already messy ground, and the wind that was blown up swept up dust.

"Operator Ryan, 25th floor!"

"The life activities of the trapped operator appear on the 25th floor!"

A prompt is sent from the communication terminal.

Since the building had already been cleaned by the staff of the Demon Hunt Agency before Ryan came, he ran along the glass curtain wall of the building all the way up to the seventeenth floor.

Then, he broke the glass, entered the building, and started running along the escape ladder to the upper floors.

There were no obstacles from demons or evil spirits along the way, and it went smoothly.

"Floor 25?"

Ryan still has time to chat.

He stopped abruptly and looked up at the floor reminder in the stairwell.

The number "25" stands out on it.

Quickly rushed out of the corridor.

He looked around.

Today, Ryan is in a long corridor. The walls on both sides of the corridor are covered with scorched black ashes and a stench that can't go away no matter how long it has passed.

One can vaguely see the gorgeous remnants of the dark outlines of the stone murals on the walls.

At the bottom of the wall, those once extremely exquisite decorations were burned in the fire, and then burned to ashes.

"The No.20 fifth floor of the Crohn Industrial Building was taken over by a company the day before the evil spirits attacked, and it was used as the venue for the celebration banquet."

"The designers of this building were ingenious. Under the strong demands of the investors, they almost moved the 'Leon Opera House' that was destroyed by the war to the fifth floor of No.20."

"For this reason, the designer hollowed out No. 20, No. 27—even the second floor of No. 30, all in order to reproduce the glory of that opera house."

"But since the disaster broke out in Chicago."

"The will-o'-the-wisp from hell destroyed the magnificent ballroom, and the devil centered on the theater, turning this building into a haunted nest that continuously transports evil spirits."

This concludes the explanation of the demon hunting organization.

Ryan stared at the pair of huge doors ahead.

On top of them, were there ever attached reliefs carefully carved by some famous stone carvers, or were they embellished with precious stones or expensive metals?

He doesn't know, and doesn't want to know.

"Da da da"

Go to the door.

The bottom of the boot stepped on broken glass, making a crisp sound.

This indicated that he had arrived at the gate of the opera house, and without any disguise, he was able to make the monster in the seven-storey-high void in front of him clearly know that he was approaching.

The trapped operators are behind this door.

Ryan stopped in front of the gate.

He lifted his right leg and then.

"Oh!"

The door, which had already been scorched by the flames, had become embrittled and shattered, and burst open.

The flying debris became a silver breeze wandering in the air, wandering in the magnificent opera house, scattered and gathered, until it floated into the distance.

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"Susu-"

In the center of the huge stage covered with bright red fabric, there is a ferocious and wild Flame Throne with a strange shape. Its terrifying high temperature distorts the surrounding air crazily.

Among the jet-black flames forming the shape of the throne, there are countless bright gemstones of various colors churning, and the precious metals are mixed and smelted like fine nectar. At this moment, it is like a churning sea wave, spraying high-temperature sparks to the surroundings.

"Papa papa."

Molten gold and brilliant silver fell from the Throne of Fire.

But they did not stir the raging fire on the scarlet fabric.

It's more like rainwater hitting the lake, causing bursts of bright red ripples, looking at how nothingness and dreamlike it is.

The water ripples on the red carpet spread and invade.

Hit on the special black boots.

Bianca Rosvia was panting like a cow, the [Devil Armor] wrapped around her body was damaged, and her tight protective clothing was under the hole burned by the high temperature.

Thank goodness this ugly tight suit exists.

Otherwise, the scorching will-o'-the-wisp will penetrate into the gap of the [Demon Armor] and burn her into pale ashes.

The man on the throne set his sights on her first.

"What a beautiful girl."

A miserable smile was drawn on the man's pale face.

he praised.

A satisfied smile appeared on the handsome face that was not human, but also pale like the dead.

And this ugly smile is enough to be described as a "miserable smile".

When he glanced around, in the strange eyes that were empty and filled with nothing, the black flames representing sin and the devil were blazing. This countenance is really not flattering.

"The demon hunter of the Alchemy Temple."

"Has anyone ever told you that your most elaborate equipment that can endow you with extremely powerful strange powers——[Demon Armor] has a fatal flaw?"

The man is holding a goblet and is tasting the thick, bright red wine.

Raging flames protruded from the throne under the man, like a giant snake entwined with black lava.

The precious metal solution is used as scales, and the brilliant and precious gemstones are used as eyes. It opens its bloody mouth and swallows the "magic metal solution" dripping from the [Devil Armor] into its stomach.

Even burped!
"After all, no matter how strong Mithril magic metal is, it's still metal, isn't it?"

"As long as the essence of the metal is not [killed]."

The will-o'-the-wisp that ignited on the man swallowed the goblet, the black flames in his eyes suddenly flourished, and his voice was suddenly strange, it was the roar of a demon!
"Then——your【Devil Armor】is the plaything of my palm Sifu!!"

"Roar!!!"

The throne under him suddenly deformed, the flames spewed out wildly, and the flames spread rapidly. It became a flaming python entrenched under the devil!
It roared, and rushed forward towards the weak figure in the distance, with humanized sarcasm and malice hidden in the gem-cast eyes!
"Oops!"

Bianca's complexion changed suddenly.

She has been locked by the devil!

Just like what the fire demon said, the demon armament has fatal flaws, but the Holy Church has already considered this issue when it designed this suit of armor and decided to mass-produce it.

Actually.

Every operator equipped with [Alchemy Weapon] has customized armor. After the prototype of the armor is forged by the furnace, the alchemy matrix with rich functions will be embedded in the armor one after another.

"Fire prevention" and "resistance to high temperature" are naturally impossible to be absent.

But nowadays, the armor is like a plaything in the palm of the devil, and the magic metal turns into droplets and slides down. There may be only one explanation.

The flames of demons are far better than the flames of hell!
The alchemy matrix of the alchemy weapon cannot compete with its flames at all!
"Fire Demon" Calcifer, the tyrannical existence of the highest class demon!
[Devil-refining Armament] is already a relatively high-standard equipment in the sanctuary, and on top of that, there is also armor that can be called destructive power.

It's just that Bianca's personal will is difficult to tame.

Apart from being weak and unable to control advanced armor, what else could Bianca complain about?
"Damn!"

Bianca's face was pale, and her physical strength had been consumed by Calcifer's previous "banter".

The most desperate thing is that [Alchemy Armor] was scorched by flames, and its alchemy circuit became disordered, even affecting the wearer's movements!

When Bianca watched the giant flaming snake attacking at a frightening speed, her own body became unresponsive for a moment.

Her heart gradually fell into despair.

Everything in sight is slowed down.

With a flick of a finger, it seemed like a mockery of God, deliberately letting her indulge in the moment of her own death.

"Damn!"

Bianca growled.

She took out a pistol from her bosom and pulled the trigger!

Even the shroud of horse leather cannot sit still. This is the motto told to every freshman when entering the academic department.

Seeing this scene, the Fire Demon made the corners of his mouth even more mocking.

"madness."

"Alchemy bullets are also metal—"

However, when he was rejoicing that he was about to devour his flesh and blood.

"Oh!"

The door reinforced by the flames from the inside was kicked open by someone who came.

"call out--"

The strong wind exploded the dripping blood on the ground, like detonating a bomb in deep water, causing the scarlet liquid to fly upside down, forming incomparably strange blood-colored flowers in mid-air.

"boom!"

The giant black python was hammered with brute force, it screamed in pain, and flew upside down in an instant!

Bianca froze.

The thin figure plowed furrows on the ground, causing bloody sprays.

There was a black cat squatting on his shoulder, which looked so funny.Looking quietly at the wildly dancing giant python with both eyes, he put his hand in the pocket of his coat.

Turning his head, he glanced at Bianca.

The young face was calm, even with a smile.

"How are you doing, ma'am?"

(End of this chapter)