In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 54
The hands slid across the metal dial.

A collection of sexagesimal numbers jumps on a suspended electronic clock.

Everyone was looking forward to the entire building of the Demon Hunting Agency, and they each looked at the digital watch or the pointer on the dial.

"Tick!"

In this extremely cold building filled with stern-looking operators in black, there is a retro conference hall that is very different from the modern and high-tech architectural style of the building.

Push open the heavy mahogany door.

The solemn and solemn atmosphere filled the air like invisible waves.

The high ceiling is dominated by dark gold, lined with complex alchemy matrix and magic circuit, showing the blend of mystery and authority.

The long strip of marble floor reflects the splendid and serious atmosphere of the meeting room.

There are some historical photos hanging on the walls. They may be photos of records of a certain operation, or portraits of some important people.

Among them, Alexia Heisenberg and Raul Terence are impressively listed.

The person in charge of the Alchemy Temple and the former head of the Chicago branch stood in front of the majestic mountains. Each of them held their weapons and released the most ferocious killing intent towards the black dragon roaring upwards on the mountain peak.

Photos like this abound.

There was a mysterious and awe-inspiring atmosphere in the air, and everyone who participated in this secret room meeting couldn't help but hold their breath and respect.

The conference table in the middle is made of cold black marble and is more than 10 meters long.

Around, black leather high-back chairs are neatly arranged, and the virtual projection screen exuding icy colors witnesses the grand occasion of important meetings.

At the top, a classical chandelier hangs low and calmly, the soft light illuminates every corner of the room, and the faces of the participants show a serious and divine texture against it.

Serena Lawrence "dressed up".

Attending the combat meeting of the Alchemy Temple as a demon hunter, she will not wear the crown of the queen, the long skirt that is inconvenient to fight, and the luxurious shoes that trample jewels under her feet.

She is a fierce hunter.

Black leather gloves gripped her vigorous cane, and she was dressed in an extremely "gorgeous" hunter outfit in a sense.

Classic Victorian attire presents mystery and heaviness.

The Lawrence family's signature sartorial style is inherited from Sherman Lawrence.

Expressed in the contemporary queen of Lawrence, it is full of bloody aura that makes the devil fearful and shy away.

The noble hunter sat at a long black marble table.

She took off her top hat.

Expose a head of heady burgundy hair to the air.

The delicate and graceful face is full of awe.

behind her.

The old man was dressed in a dark deacon uniform, with a pen tucked in his chest, with a slight smile on his face, and Adair Christopher became the queen's most heartfelt guard.

The bearded priest placed the Bible neatly on the marble table.

He was wearing a simple priest's robe, which was simple but not simple. A few golden patterns and ribbons fully demonstrated the identity of this "saint".

The high collar is dark and hides the priest's chest.It is inlaid with sacred golden runes.

Minister Roger in a black suit stood at the end of the long table.

With his hands behind his back, he quietly waited for the arrival of the last person attending the meeting.

"squeak--"

The mahogany door, which would never be destroyed even in the face of the attack of the highest level demon, was gently pushed open.

The visitor was wrapped in a short black trench coat.

A revolver was tucked in a waist holster.

He held the ancient alchemy knife in his palm.

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"If I remember correctly, it's only 08:30."

The man had a weird voice. He looked around and stared deeply at the bearded priest with a solemn expression.

"Operator Ryan Winster, I'm waiting for you."

Minister Roger motioned for Ryan to sit at the end of the long table.

Ryan sat down carelessly. Serena, who was on his left, glanced at him and said lightly: "The Lawrence family has always valued the concept of time, especially when attending important meetings."

Serena wrinkled her nose, she smelled leeks from Ryan.

The world is big, and the food is the biggest.

Master Ryan had been busy all night, and he finally had time to go to the cafeteria of the demon hunting agency to clean up and enjoy his Chinese breakfast.

The rough man shrugged.

He turned his head and looked at the bearded priest whose eyes stayed on the Bible and remained silent from beginning to end.

"The meeting hasn't started yet."

"Shall we introduce ourselves?"

The bearded priest raised his head slowly.

There was a gentle gleam in the dark eyes.

"Ludwig Haydn."

The priest spoke slowly.

"[Apocalypse Church] The Last of the Twelve Saints, Ludwig of the Rock."

"Mr. Lane Winster, just call me Ludwig."

Ryan nodded.

"It's a pleasure to meet you, Father Ludwig, I've known you for a long time."

"You are overrated." Father Haydn has a good temper, and he has a Hexi smile on his face, which makes people feel like a spring breeze.

While Ryan was smiling, his eyes stayed on Father Haydn.

He has eyes that can see through [invisible] things.

At this moment, from the good-tempered Father Haydn, Ryan saw a vast and stretching rocky cliff.

The magnificent violence paves the way.

The priest with abundant martial arts has tendons that cannot be concealed by a robe, and the front of his left fist, which is lightly placed on the table, is covered with cross scars.

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Ryan's eyes twitched slightly.

If he was not mistaken, the right fist of this bearded priest was wrapped round and round with "bandages"?
No, this should be more called boxing hand wrap.

There is extraordinary magic in the pale fist-wrapped hands.

It is a mysterious force that perfectly blends sacredness and withering, destruction and purification, destruction and rebirth.

etc--

This thing, wouldn't it be the "Holy Relic Cloth" that wrapped the saint's remains?

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"Sorry to keep everyone waiting so long."

Ryan quickly cleared up the strange mood in his heart. He smiled and said, "Since everyone is here, why don't we start early?"

Indigo eyes give a signal.

The face with a faint smile is distinct and handsome, but with a frightening arrogance.

"Our demon-slaying meeting."

He is clad in pale armor like that of a corpse.

The pitch-black robe was like a shroud, tightly wrapping his thin, withered body.

The hands hanging by the sides - pale, huge, with long fingers, hands that are not possessed by human beings, or even imitated.

because
There are six fingers on each palm on both sides, and at the end of the knuckles, the pitch-black claw cover is engraved with curse-killing and venomous magic.

Being touched by this claw, regardless of gods and demons, the only end result is to be swallowed by demons.

He came from the lake.

Lake Michigan is where the water meets the sky. On this clear lake with faint clear waves, a "pale" knight rides a transparent water-colored horse under his crotch.

"boom--"

Boom!A ferocious thunderstorm that shook the sky and the earth followed!

Behind the water-colored horse, there are huge waves in the sky like a hurricane and a tsunami! !

The white clouds in the sky twisted and deformed in an instant!The "crown brilliance" of the cloud appeared, and the soft cloud instantly became thicker and firmer, and the soft whiteness turned into a deep and evil dark green!

The clouds were so dense that they covered the sky like a huge billowing leaden curtain.

A bolt of lightning tore through the sky, sparking out streaks of astonishing rays of light that cut across the sky.

After the lightning, it is no longer the thunder of the vast heavenly power, but
"Roar--"

"Woo!!!"

Vicious, crazy roar!

The clouds turned black instantly, and the strong wind distorted the dark clouds into terrifying and hideous shapes in the sky.

Undead!

In the shadow of the thunderstorm, there are actually endless roars of undead!

(End of this chapter)