In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 49 Where Do Demons Come From?

"boom!"

"Chong!"

The crisp sound of metal and iron clanging, and violent roar played in this luxurious room.

Ryan stood holding a knife, standing in front of the desk that had been cut into pieces, the teacup on the table was turned into ashes, and the luxurious carpet was blown away, like willow branches, hanging miserably on the surrounding furniture superior.

With a normal expression, he raised his hand, clamped the blade between his forearm and forearm, wiped the blade with the windbreaker on his body, and then put the blade back into its sheath neatly.

Serena stood gracefully.

She was holding a cane, and she was as peaceful and beautiful as before the battle started.

However, she looked a little unnatural.The pale golden eyes narrowed slightly, watching the movements in Ryan's hands.

"call--"

Ryan blew away the wine-red hair in his hands.

So far, the battle between the two is just a fight with swords and swords, rather than summoning some [indescribable] theocracy to fight with all their strength.

Otherwise, don't talk about the villa under your feet.

The suburban forest where this villa is located is very likely to be blown away by mysterious and extraordinary power.

battle between the two.

In the end, it ended with Ryan Winston's slight victory.

"I won," Ryan said.

"You won." Serena lightly squeezed the weapon in her hand, and the cane shattered like a mirror before dissipating into the air.

"Worthy of being the Queen of the Lawrence family, Miss Serena really lives up to her reputation, and I am grateful to you."

Ryan bowed his hands, and acted like a good boy when he got a bargain.

Using rather "quack-like" words, he sent some unkind signals to Serena.

"As expected of a genius who was selected as the executor of the Nemesis plan."

The corner of Serena's mouth twitched subtly, she was graceful.

In fact, from the first glimpse last night, Serena Lawrence already felt that this "junior student" who was still studying in the academic department of the Holy Church already possessed extremely terrifying tyranny.

Until he will visit today.

The fanatical fighting spirit in her heart almost overwhelmed reason.

The alien species of the Lawrence family possessed a powerful power unmatched by other believers in the gods. At the same time, influenced by that [Sherman], they all had abundant martial virtues.

Although it is weird to draw swords to help when the road is injustice, it is undoubtedly an extremely appropriate metaphor to describe the degree of meddling in this family.

Of course, all this is not without cost.

The Lawrence family is warlike.

They are keen to challenge danger and fight against the strong.

As the demon hunter with the purest bloodline and the strongest potential in the Lawrence family.

Beneath Serena Lawrence's seemingly icy exterior lies an unrivaled warlike heart.

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"Crack!"

"Crack!"

Bright ice crystals spread from the leather shoes under the old man's feet.

Like vines growing wildly, the ice crystals spread to the feet of the two, and then crazily concluded, outlining vivid outlines and sharp-edged frames.

soon.

Two armchairs made of ice crystals are completed.

Unexpectedly, they did not exude a chilling air, as if the ice chairs were only tangible and intangible "glass".

"Miss, Mr. Winster."

"Please take a seat and rest."

The old man stepped forward with a smile.

Between the seats of the two, a round table is being formed rapidly, Adair seems to be doing magic tricks, and he pours hot tea on the table.

Two teacups made of solid ice firmly hold the fragrant black tea.

"Thank you."

Serena took it for granted, she sat down gracefully, raised her teacup, raised her head, and poured the tea into her stomach.

Ryan hesitated.

Then he sat down generously.

Glancing at the old man with a kind smile in front of him, he sighed slightly in his heart.

Although this seemingly good-natured old deacon hides it perfectly, Ryan's eyes still see the vicious blood flowing in his veins.

The coldness of the blood almost froze into substance.

Ryan reckoned that if his skin was punctured and his blood dripped onto a piece of vibrant grass, the grass would turn into frozen soil with no life in just a moment.

A "glass" teacup without temperature.

It means that he has mastered his "talent" to an extremely terrifying situation.

Adair smiled at Ryan. As a servant, he added a cup of tea for Serena, then walked to the corner, listening to the conversation between the two with a smile on his face.

"Miss Serena."

Ryan shook his head and said:

"Now can you tell me what the Lawrence family found?"

"I'll go back and do business."

Serena said readily, "Yes."

There was a cold light in her pale golden eyes, and she continued: "Behind this riot is the [Devil God]'s handwriting."

"The devil?"

Serena spoke surprisingly, but Ryan just narrowed his eyes subtly.

"The 72 demon gods of Belial?"

Ryan's hand was on the scabbard.

"Yes."

Serena said: "As for which demon god it is, I'm sorry, but with our ability, we can't get information from that momentary breath exposure."

"So, are you waiting?" Ryan asked

"You can think of it that way."

Serena nodded: "With the ability of the demon hunting agency, I will soon discover the source of the detonation of the Chicago demon wave."

"The [Evil Ghosts Bring] spell only accounts for one-third of all the demons, and the remaining two-thirds seem to grow out of nothing from this land."

"Extremely weird."

Hearing Serena's narration, Ryan couldn't help frowning. Only one-third of the demons came from hell, and the remaining two-thirds stayed in the human world?

If such a huge wave of ghosts poured into Chicago from other places, then how could the demon hunting agency not notice?
"Could it be that Chicago already harbors these demons?"

Ryan asked himself.

But soon, he vetoed this guess.

If it is a small number, it is okay, thousands of demons, how could it be possible to hide in Chicago without being discovered.

And, if analyzed like this.

The most fundamental problem remains unresolved.

Where did these demons come from?

Serena raised her glamorous wrist, and tied her red hair into a ponytail with a headband inlaid with roses. She looked capable and charming.

"We are just like you."

"I'm very concerned about these demons that come out of nowhere."

She gave Ryan a deep look.

"However, there is no answer."

"."

"Maybe I will stay in Chicago for a long, long time before this mystery is solved." Ryan sighed slightly.

"Each each other."

Serena looked at Ryan, and suddenly, her pale golden eyes flooded with crazy blood.

"I will stay in Chicago until I kill the Demon God."

"If we can, we can learn from each other."

"Are you serious?"

Ryan raised his eyebrows, and then he said that the business is more important, "Sorry, I hope to return to the headquarters after completing the task, and I don't want to affect my killing of the demon god because of some meaningless comparisons."

The "enterprise" of the first grade is really heavy.

Serena stretched lazily.

The proud curves are highlighted.

"That's really a pity." She said lightly.

The room fell into silence again.

"If there is nothing else, I will take my leave." Ryan looked at the time and felt that it was time to leave.

The residence of Lawrence's family is really uncomfortable.

There are only two strangers in this huge villa. He is not a social cow and cannot get used to this kind of atmosphere.

"Adair, see off."

"Yes, ma'am."

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Serena looked at the back of Ryan leaving.

After a long time, she slowly got up.

The girl Qiong's nose was slightly wrinkled, and her expression was calm.

She walked slowly, with her hands behind her back, and walked to a whole side of French windows.

In the corner of the room, the dark coffin exudes a strange and frightening atmosphere.

(End of this chapter)