In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 44 Join, hunt!

Chicago railway station, station square.

Ryan looked at the classical building ahead.

The curved roof made of marble above the huge arch gives a sense of majesty and solemnity.The pale yellow brick walls, luxurious architectural carvings, capitals and glass that follow the symmetrical aesthetics make the proportions of this classical building perfect.

"Do you have any obsession with this place?"

Bianca guards the surroundings.

She saw a thick fog, the black fog was like an ocean, covering the entire square, and through her eyes, she could only see the illusory outlines of the surrounding buildings.

Fog and night surround people.

Light and shadow cannot penetrate the Black Sea.

Under the cover like a curtain, there seemed to be restless human voices - sobbing full of pain and sorrow.

Bianca faintly felt a little creepy, she had a kind of fear, which was vaguely frightening, and as she stayed in the black mist for longer, the vague sense of terror gradually rolled over to her with oppression.

This is extremely abnormal!
"Boom!"

I don't know where the dull pendulum sound came from.

In the gloomy black mist like a black curtain, it looks extremely gloomy and oppressive, making people feel disgusted and disgusted.

"On the way."

Ryan leaned against the car door.

He looked at the Chicago train station and said with a smile, "I was originally here to visit the Holy Land."

"But unfortunately, there is a black mist, and there are monsters hidden in the mist."

He narrowed his eyes.

The dark and low sky, as if the dark clouds are about to fall, and the pervasive black fog constitute a very heavy picture.

Streets covered in black mist, strange and dull bells ringing.

The sea of ​​mist is full of ghosts and shadows, and the wailing of neither human nor beast.

As the saying goes, the same scene is presented in front of optimists and pessimists, and the two types of people will give diametrically opposite ways of thinking.

But if the scene in front of them is placed in front of the melancholy, they will definitely choose to end their lives here by themselves.

It's no exaggeration.

Because this depressing environment is not the real source of grief and fear.

There is a breath, a breath that is always full and surrounds, constantly blowing whispers called sin and pain in people's ears.

It can make ordinary people wallow in their own gloom.

So much so that in a trance, they lost their personality.

He could only follow the maniacal laughter in his ears step by step, and walk towards this deadly "black mist" lingering in the breath of death.

But, if you want to ask where does this breath come from?
I am afraid that I can only answer - "It is not the natural landscape and man-made buildings that can be constructed."

Could it be that human power or creations between heaven and earth could produce this kind of desperate horror?

"There are demons in the fog."

Ryan spoke lightly.

"Operator Ryan Winster."

The information from the demon hunting agency came in due time: "After the disaster broke out in Chicago, black fog enveloped the Chicago train station."

"Nobody knows what's going on here."

"Similarly, our satellite cameras can't penetrate the black fog to find out information. The black fog can distort the signal. It is very difficult to get communication with you now."

"The price is that we lost your coordinates."

The staff of the Demon Hunting Agency spoke solemnly, and then said: "The drone sent crashed and the robot was swallowed up. For safety reasons, we did not touch this forbidden area."

"Operator Ryan, you are the first demon hunter to enter the black mist."

Ryan shook his head helplessly.

It's like saying it and not saying it.

It seems that the demon hunting agency is unable to provide information.

"I'm recording, and I'm waiting to return to the Demon Hunting Agency. Please do a good job of analysis."

Ryan pulled out the long knife and spoke lightly.

"Received, Operator Ryan, help you prosper."

Ryan hung up the call.

"squeak--"

Bianca opened the car door, and she looked around vigilantly. Even a well-trained soldier like her, facing the bizarre and terrifying black fog, her heart was beating continuously.

She wrapped up the refining weapon, followed closely behind Ryan, and slowly stepped into the black mist.

"."

"Da da da--"

Two people's footsteps sounded.

The black cat with fried hair squatted on Ryan's shoulder, and looked around with vigilant eyes.

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

"Boom!"

The vast bells continued.

Disgusting whispers sounded.

As if expressing dissatisfaction, the twittering and muttering pierced into people's ears, and the vicious magic sound was full of curses that made people go to hell.

"Damn!"

Bianca's eyes were red.

There was disgust in her expression.

"Calm down! Don't listen!"

"There is delusion hidden in these voices."

The man looked at the woman beside him with his indigo eyes, and Bianca was awakened by his cold and solemn voice.

Bianca reacted instantly, frowning tightly.

"It's so weird."

"Extreme abnormality means that Mist is a ruthless character." Ryan grinned.

He was a little curious.

After a horrific riot, the demons of hell have almost enveloped Chicago.

If there are black hands behind all this, who are the black hands behind the scenes and what is their purpose?
"Witch Cult?"

"Is it revenge on the world, or is it intended to control Chicago, and then radiate the surrounding cities, and then control the world?"

In an instant, Ryan thought a lot.

for example.

in this world.

A certain country in the Far East has been deprived by demons and transformed into a place ruled by evil spirits on the edge of hell and in the world of ghosts and humans.

The evil spirits have completely taken over that country——

If it weren't for the powerful ancient eastern country that strangled the escaped demons all the time, the small countries around that country would suffer!

Ryan recovered.

He walked through the black mist.

Suddenly, his expression froze slightly.

"Meow!"

The black cat gave a harsh cue.

Bianca leaned down, and the demon armament had already wrapped her delicate body.

"Da da da--"

"clatter--"

Ryan and Bianca had stopped.

But in the black mist ahead, there were crisp footsteps!

"clatter!"

The pitch-black terror surges forth!

It was an extremely tall and slender figure, his whole body seemed to be wrapped in a thick layer of black cloth, like a dark coffin.From a distance, it looks like a huge, shambling zombie!

His steps were staggering, and his whole body was like a telephone pole in a typhoon, swaying left and right!
"laugh--"

"sieve!!"

The figure of the devil suddenly enlarged!
In just an instant, it appeared in front of Ryan and Bianca!

The distance between the two sides was no more than ten meters.

With this, Ryan's narrowed eyes could finally see its face clearly.

It was the face of a mummy, distorted, covered with ugly ravines, with hollow eyes but protruding eye sockets, the overall black-gray face carried the haze of death.

"Damn, what kind of monster is this!"

Bianca screamed.

Ryan didn't speak, he leaned forward.

The long knife sits like a lamp in the dark night, flashing a murderous light.

The invisible demon has descended.

It emptied the air, and the hands wrapped in pitch-black particles were like iron tongs, about to grab the demon's slender, slender body and tear it to pieces.

however--

"laugh!"

A black light fiercely shot out from the monster's chest.

The sharp thread contains strange power and killing.

It was a legacy of the Lawrence family.

A magnificent cane that has hunted countless demons!

"Oh!"

The demon's body crashed to the ground.

Ryan paused, watching the scene quietly.

"clatter"

end of the road.

A figure shattered the black mist.

She concealed her magnificent hair under a Victorian-style top hat.

Wearing a black turtleneck leather coat, thick and delicate, wrapped her in deadly gloom.

The pure white linen shirt was not stained at all, and the silver-white embroidery outlined elegant and gorgeous patterns, and there was a delicate body with bumps and convexities hidden underneath.

A silver chain wraps around the slender waist, and on the delicate belt buckle hangs a flowing silver tassel and an old-fashioned hunting pistol.

"jingle--"

Crisp as a wind chime.

"clatter."

She stepped on her black boots and beat rhythmic drums on the ground.

His slender hands were wrapped in black gloves.

She drew the gun slowly.

"boom!"

Lawrence, join the hunt!

(End of this chapter)