In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 67
With his back against the sand, Ryan found the only open space that could be considered "complete" on a messy lakeside.

One of his hands was turned into white bones, and at this moment, there was a maddening itching coming from this hand.

That is the pain caused by the muscle blood vessels being rebuilt at a speed that subverts biological concepts.

The other hand is not in perfect condition either.

The middle finger is bare.

All that remained was the skeleton with the minced meat hanging on it.

Ryan's face was relaxed, and he looked at ease physically and mentally.

If it weren't for the first break of the showers, the sky would be shrouded in thick clouds.

Just by looking at his expression, others might even think he is sunbathing.

Serena sat against a stone wall,
It was the stone wall that fell from the "aqua Tower" under the distortion of the vast power of the alien god.

She quietly looked at the lake water stained by the flesh and blood of Ability God, her pale face had complex expressions.

"I have notified the Alchemy Temple to clean up the mess."

Lane flicked his bare fingers,
Hearing the crisp and intertwined sounds of bones, he became addicted to playing, and began to play non-stop, with crisp sounds, just like playing a piano.

"You're right, the leak of God's blood is very likely to have serious consequences, perhaps, they will try to drain this lake as much as possible—"

In fact, Ryan knew in his heart that everything contained in the god's corpse had been swallowed by him.

Those that fell in the lake were nothing more than "drug residue".

However, no one knows whether the dregs of the gods are still harmful.

"I'm glad you still remember these words." Serena held the cane, she lowered her head, her bright eyes stared straight at the "God's Arm" limp on the gravel.

The wine-red hair was wet, still dripping.

The hunting suit on her body was corroded with many holes.

However, the good news is that without the hand of God to plunder the blood in her body, her spirit visibly lifted up with the naked eye.

The wound running through the palm is healing.

Her pale face gradually turned red.

Turning her head sideways, she looked at the man playing the piano with her middle finger.

"What's on my face?"

Ryan noticed the sight and touched his face.

"."

Serena nodded and shook her head.

"If you still have face."

Ryan rubbed the corner of his mandible with his fingers, and suddenly, the crisp symphony of bones came.

"What a monster."

He heard Serena's voice. The girl's eyes were gloomy, looking at the vast lake, looking a little absent-minded. Her voice was quite deep, as if it was filled with blood foam.

"Monster, who are you referring to?"

Ryan turned his head, and he saw the twisted lakeside building that looked like it had been stuffed into a slaughterhouse meat grinder.

Based on this, it is enough to see how terrifying the theocracy of God is.

"Of course, if you are referring to me, then I take it as a compliment."

Ryan interrupted the spellcasting.

Serena swallowed back what she was about to say.

"This is the first recorded recovery of the Ability God in human history, and you are the first person to kill God. What's your opinion?" She pondered for a while, and then asked Ryan:
"How does the Holy Church view this incident?"

Serena raised her hand and tied her loose wine red hair into a ponytail.

"You are now asking about my attitude about the church."

"I can only give an answer like: Sorry, I don't know."

Ryan squeezed the flesh on his middle finger. After a while, he looked like he was fine.

After straightening out the overcoat that had almost become a vest, he lamented that fortunately the key parts were covered.

"But I think that the Holy Church will definitely use all its strength to explore everything on him."

"And...the tombs of gods sleeping all over the world."

Ryan raised his head and watched the thick clouds in the sky gradually recede.

It's windy and cloudy.

He seemed to feel a strong sense of mission,
"As for my speech after killing a god"

Ryan rubbed his fingers, and he lowered his head, as if he felt a force brewing from his fingertips.

"God, it will never be silent like this."

Ryan turned his head, looked into a pair of pale golden eyes, and said slowly: "I will continue to hunt."

Serena listened quietly.

Then, holding on to her cane, she struggled to get up.

"Don't forget, this time, there are demons from hell."

"They really don't want to be alone."

Gritting his teeth, he held the god's hand wriggling on the ground in his palm, and the god's arm gradually disappeared.

It got into Serena's blood.

When it is not needed to "work", it will fall asleep.

Of course, the safest storage method is still the coffin, hiding in the blood is only a short-term expedient measure.

In a short time, there will be no surprises.

What's more, at this moment, Serena felt a deep sense of fear from her arm.

Even the way she looked at Ryan was a little weird.

Ryan patted his butt and stood up.

The two walked side by side towards the ruined city.

"Temple and Lawrence are still close partners."

The girl spoke.

"God's awakening requires the efforts of both of us to contain it."

"I have no problem." Ryan shrugged, he didn't care about allies or anything.

The Holy Church needs more information about the Ability God. At that time, the cooperation with the Lawrence family may be more in-depth.

"Tuk!"

"Tuk!"

The pace of the two is not fast.

"Would you be interested in going back to London?"

Suddenly, Serena stopped.

The charming and delicate face remained unmoved, her pale golden eyes flickered, and she flicked her wine-red ponytail. She extended an invitation to the witcher beside her.

"As a distinguished guest, I will pay a visit to the Lawrence family."

"London"

Ryan sighed a little.

"That's a really sad place."

Ryan's bitter and bitter past all happened in bloody London. Although he didn't experience it personally, he still sighed when he suddenly heard whether to "go home".

"If you have a chance, you must go."

He nodded his head, agreeing.

"You don't want to miss it."

Serena turned her head and said, "The former patriarch of the Lawrence family is ready to enter the [Tomb of God]."

Ryan was slightly taken aback.

He remembered, this is what Heisenberg once said, a bloody ritual to maintain the concentration of god blood on the abyssal race.

With "believers" relying on the method of hunting demons, they exchange the blood that has been tempered to the extreme with the gods, step into the tomb of the gods, and exchange for the equal trade of the blood of the gods.

Of course, there are occasional unequal deals.

It's just that Ryan is more concerned about——

"Can outsiders still visit this ceremony?"

He has a weird expression on his face.

In his impression, there are always some secrets in these clan meetings, festivals and other scenes. Is this suitable for outsiders to see?

"No."

Serena replied coldly.

"But you are special."

"Coincidentally, I also have this power."

Serena's crisp voice was melodious in the cool breeze.

The ravines and deep pits on both sides are extremely dangerous, and the truncated buildings lie across, showing even more distorted violence.

The two jumped at the same time, stepping over a natural moat.

"Ability God wakes up, no one knows how chaotic riots will happen in this world next."

"Let the monster master more knowledge."

"It's a bad thing for gods and demons."

Serena pursed her lips at Ryan.

The voice is melodious.

Floating into the sky, the melancholy clouds finally dispersed, and the haze covering the city was driven away by the strong wind.

The dilapidated Chicago finally ushered in a long period of peace.

　The rain is falling, and the vegetation in the old hometown is deep~
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(End of this chapter)