In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 51 The Magic Bottle
The Field Museum of Natural History is located between the city of Chicago and the shores of Lake Michigan.

On one side are the skyscrapers of the city, and on the other side is Lake Michigan where the water and the sky meet, surrounded by a retro rusted railway track and winding paths extending in all directions.

The ancient Greek-style Field History Museum stands tall in the evening wind.

"laugh--"

"Oh!"

car brakes.

Ryan pushed open the door.

He looked around and saw the magnificent outline of the world's largest natural museum.

The endless Olinian columns are simple and atmospheric, under the strong light of searchlights, the shadows and twilight are intertwined, full of mystery.

Operators in uniform enter and leave the museum.

Their figures almost surrounded this magnificent building, and giant searchlights illuminated every corner of the museum.

The huge "dinosaur fossil" stands at the entrance of the museum, the light hits it, and the huge shadow spreads to Ryan's feet.It held its head high and roared to the sky, as if guarding this quaint building with a precious collection of more than 2400 million pieces.

"That's just an imitation stone carving."

"The real thing is inside."

At this time, a black-clothed operator stepped forward. He belonged to the Chicago branch, so he was naturally very familiar with everything in this city.

"Drino Field."

The operator in black stretched out his hand.

Ryan reached out to shake his hand.

"Lane Winster."

After Ryan briefly introduced himself, he followed in Delino's footsteps and quickly walked up the stone steps in front of the museum.

"What did you find?"

Leaning sideways to make way for a staff member carrying a giant metal instrument on his shoulders, Ryan asked curiously.

"We found something unusual."

"It's buried under the grounds of the Natural History Museum, and if our people hadn't broken into the museum on a whim, we wouldn't even have noticed it was there."

Delino leads the way.

He walked into the magnificent exhibition hall of the Field Museum of Natural History.

Operators hold instruments and search for clues in the building everywhere.Several scientific researchers in white coats gathered in the center of the hall, studying something against a huge dinosaur fossil.

Dinosaurs are domineering and majestic.

The world's best-preserved "Tyrannosaurus Rex" fossil - "Su" is bathed in light.

It is the brightest star of this museum. On weekdays, everyone's eyes will definitely focus on it.

But today is different.

In the huge museum, I am afraid that only Ryan has looked at it a few more times.

"In order to avoid unnecessary trouble caused by it, our colleagues have let it lie on the ground since they discovered it."

"Until they are called."

Delino stopped.

He stood beside the huge dinosaur fossil, folded his arms and stared at the movements of the scientific researchers in white coats with a dignified expression.

"Really."

"beauty!"

Ryan heard the exclamation of one of the researchers.

Afterwards, he saw the man slowly raise a metal object that looked like a wine glass, and the "wine glass" glowed with luxurious pearls under the light.

"Drip!"

The bright silver machine on the side made a beep.

"We found the breath of the devil on it."

Wearing a transparent mask, the serious scientific researcher turned around. He seemed to know that Ryan was behind him.

He spoke concisely and surprisingly, and looked at Ryan solemnly.

Ryan stepped forward and first glanced at the feet of the dinosaur fossils.

The tiles were lifted, the black mud flew up, and a big hole appeared in the ground.

Obviously, the "wine cup" dug up by researchers was once buried in it.

Ryan looked at the glass.

The entire body of the bottle is coral red and painted with intricate patterns in jet black, which contain mysterious symbols and hints.

The cap of the bottle is cabochon and decorated with ornaments on the top, echoing the quirky pattern on the bottle.

On both sides of the bottle is a mysterious creature depicted as deep, vigorous and powerful, as if the bottle body is the territory occupied by them, and the huge membrane wings seem to be some symbols.They look very hideous.

The body of the bottle is also studded with gemstones of various sizes, shining brightly, exuding a foul and dirty smell from it.

Around the lid, use beveled crystal stones to make a crystal dish, and place it in it.

"Sure enough, it's straightforward enough."

Ryan frowned and asked, "Can you tell the origin of this bottle? For example, the age."

The researchers were silent.

He slowly took off the mask.

Expose the sweat on your pale face and forehead to the air.

"Around 1000 BC."

"What a bad year."

Ryan sighed.

"I hope it's not the cultural relics unearthed in the area I thought."

"Sorry." The staff showed an ugly smile, and he said bitterly, "The ancient United Kingdom of Israel."

"The northern part of present-day Palestine."

"."

Delino Field took a long breath, he pressed the communication terminal, and passed the news to the headquarters of the Demon Hunting Agency.

"The identity of the [Magic Bottle] at the Field History Museum is revealed."

"One of King Solomon's [artifacts]."

"We discovered the source of the demons in Chicago."

"The [Magic Bottle] from King Solomon."

city ​​of chicago.

Across the city away from the Field Museum.

This is the most conspicuous neighborhood symbol of Chicago's Chinatown. The Chinese-style gateway at the intersection of Wentworth and Chermak constitutes the busiest commercial corridor in the city.

But unfortunately.

In such a dire situation today, there are hardly any civilians in the city of Chicago, which is far from being a prosperous word. To put it more extreme, it is a ghost town.

"Da da--"

Big red columns and gilded plaques.

"The world is for the public."

“welcome to Chinatown.”

The figure stood in front of the plaque in Chinatown, raised his head, and looked up and down the empty street with a pair of dark eyes.

"clatter--"

The figure shakes.

His body was extremely strong, and the wide robe couldn't hide the explosive muscles on his body.

His right fist protruded from his cuff.

A metal chain was wrapped around this fist, which was as hard as a rolling stone, and an ornament exuding a metallic luster was hung on the chain.

cross.

He wrapped the crucifix around his right fist.

"Roar--!!"

"Roar--!"

Horror screams came from the dark street.

The man-eating monster howled with hunger.

"sieve--"

The figure removed the hood of his robe.

The neckline of the shirt was surrounded by a hard white collar.

This is the holy belt and the Roman collar that symbolizes his identity.

Three days and nights.

The demons in Chicago are ushering in a crazy resurrection!
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"boom--"

The helicopter hovers in the sky.

Ryan wore headphones and sat in the cabin.

"Using the magic bottle as the source of the signal, we started searching in the city of Chicago and found more than ten identical signals."

"We have reason to believe that, apart from one-third of the demons in Chicago coming from hell, the other two-thirds come from these magic bottles buried underground!"

Lane blinked.

"Should it be related to the container that King Solomon sealed [72 Demon Gods]?"

"indeed."

"But they are not the supreme magic bottles that imprison the [72 Demon Gods], but imitations made by the Demon Gods."

"However, even though it is an imitation, its content is still terrifying. The [low-quality] defective product you found alone is probably enough to imprison more than a thousand demons."

Ryan nodded slightly: "No wonder this magic bottle is empty."

"All the demons in its custody have been released and wiped out by us, leaving only an empty shell."

As soon as he finished speaking, he only listened to——

"boom!!!"

"boom--"

A series of explosions rose from the ground, and the sonic boom overturned the air waves, nearly sending the helicopter flying.

The voice of the staff suddenly accelerated:
"The remaining [high-quality] magic bottles are still hidden underground in Chicago. After a short rest, they began to release the demons!"

"Until the demons in their custody are wiped out! Don't stop!"

The roar of the staff of the Demon Hunt Agency came from the communication channel. "Damn it! There's no end!"

Ryan smiled, and he took off his headphones.

Obviously.

The answer to this question is pretty sure.

The number of magic bottles carrying demons is limited, and they are not bottomless pits, and they will always be exhausted.

It's just a matter of time.

"I'm doing it."

He spoke into the headset microphone.

"Oh, magic bottle."

The man looked stern and jumped off the helicopter.

"boom!"

With the brute force that shredded the earth, the blade severed the monster into two, and the ruthless monster-slaying machine began to wreak havoc in Chicago again.

"Smash all these things."

"I'll see if you can sit still!"

The corner of the man's clothes lifted up like a falcon.

Sen Han's eyes ignored the rapidly receding buildings around him, and he only saw the haunted demon in his eyes!
(End of this chapter)