In what age, are you still a traditional witcher?

Chapter 68 Scarlet Mountain Range

When Ryan seemed to be leisurely, he hurried back to the hunting organization.

A group of crazy operators who were imprisoned by Adair with solid ice had already regained their self-awareness and were released from the ice prison by the old man.

When the god was usurped by Ryan Winster and killed with the same divine power, the haze that spread to the entire city of Chicago and made all the living creatures fall into madness faded in an instant.

"squeak--"

Ryan pushed open the door.

He saw the huge central control room.

The operators who had fallen into madness cast their eyes over.

They were busy at their respective jobs, and they didn't stop working until Ryan appeared.

Even after these people had endured the influence of extraordinary power and recovered their sanity, the first thing they did was to return to their posts.

Worthy of being professional.

But even so.

Their faces are still completely confused.

Operators are of different races, appearances, and even races are not all human.

However, it is these hundreds of faces that show an extremely synchronized mist.

"The hunt is over."

"We won."

Ryan announced the good news to the operators.

Everyone is still silent.

Everyone stared straight at him.

"Tuk Tuk Tuk-"

The red-haired queen stepped on her boots and appeared from behind Ryan. She leaned against the thick silver metal door and scanned everything in the central control room with her beautiful eyes.

Finally, she set her sights on Ryan's back.

"Mr. Winster."

Adair stepped forward gracefully, his face was tired after tension, and the old man was holding an ice cage in his hand.

The black cat was lying in the cage, as if taking a nap.

But soon, when her long beard trembled and her twitching body suddenly became peaceful, Raphael slowly opened those yellow vertical pupils.

"Crack!"

The ice crystal cage shattered.

The black cat turned into a flash of light and rushed to Ryan's shoulder.

"I'm worried that your pet will also be affected and go crazy, so I protected it with an ice prison."

"But from what I've seen, it's all good."

Adair smiled softly.

Ryan smiled sincerely.

On the side, the exhausted priest, whose beard could hardly conceal his lack of energy, let out a long sigh of relief, and stuffed the cross pendant back into his robe.

"Mr. Winster, it seems that if you don't explain clearly to you, your colleagues will not give up easily." The priest looked around, finally set his eyes on Ryan, and said with a smile.

"Ok."

Ryan looked at the crowd and shook his head.

"Solomon has 72 pillars and 43 seats, and the pale knight Spinac has completely disappeared."

"He sacrificed his body and all the demons we hunted and killed, and will wake up the sleeping [Ability God] in Lake Michigan."

"Ability God has a power very similar to the [God] believed by [Abyss Race]."

"After He woke up, you fell into madness."

"I killed him."

"Now, everyone is back to normal."

Ryan said lazily.

The operators were silent at first.

Then—

The huge central control room burst into loud applause.

"It's pretty optimistic."

Ryan wrinkled his nose.

Looking at the smiling faces, he couldn't help hugging his chest, and spoke in a slightly joking manner.

"The world is full of disasters."

"The number of enemies is meaningless to humans today." Serena stepped forward.

Looking at the excited faces, she hooked her lips.

"Because, even without the recovery of Ability God, the hell demon is a mountain that is difficult to overturn."

"It is already a good result to achieve phased results."

Serena turned her head and looked at Ryan.

The deep pale golden eyes emitted a charming arc.

She said word by word: "What's more, aren't you still here?"

"Hunter hunter."

Ryan pouted at this.

"Thank you so much for the compliment."

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sieve--

Wind noise is wild.

This is a snow-colored hell.

The silver-clad land is vast, and the boundless glaciers stretch continuously, some towering into the clouds, like a giant dragon standing on the land.

Some are vertically steep, forming a group of towering and steep ice peaks, all of which make people sigh the magnificence and majesty of nature.

Standing on this silent wilderness, you can feel an indescribable shock, as if time and space are intoxicated here.

The vast ice cap is not only a masterpiece of nature, but also a historical witness of the earth's years of precipitation.

The light from the sun refracts on the crystal clear ice surface, shining with ever-changing colors, just like the bright stars in the night sky.

Antarctica, latitude 86°7′ south, longitude 174°23′ east.

Alchemy Temple, Antarctica station.

Instead of calling this small "city" a temporary residence, it would be better to call it another.

Under the Alchemy Temple, the permanent scientific research city - 【Hermes City】.

"Oh, my child, I can't believe it, you have accomplished the feat of killing a god."

The old man was dressed in a capable tactical uniform, smiling cheerfully at the virtual projection in a room emitting warm colors.

"Yes, Professor."

The central control room of the witch hunt mechanism.

Ryan rested his chin on one hand and asked suspiciously: "How does it look like, you are not surprised at all?"

"Including the Ability God buried in the city of Chicago."

"And, the Demon God's Calling God Ceremony."

There are still a few people in the control room.

Including Minister Roger with a vicissitudes of life, Serena, who is also a student of Professor Heisenberg, and Serena's attendant: Adair Christopher.

As for Ludwig.

After leaving his contact information, he hurriedly bid farewell to everyone, claiming that what happened in Chicago this time will undoubtedly have a great impact on [Apocalypse Church].

He wants to report everything back to the Vatican as soon as possible.

Heisenberg held a cigarette from outside the screen, and said with a smile, "No matter how you sigh, it's just pale words."

"For the fact that you killed the gods, of course I maintain the greatest degree of surprise and admiration."

"call--"

Fireworks lit.

Heisenberg exhaled smoke rings and said with a smile: "As for the other Ryans, you might as well guess who discovered the sleeping secrets of those ancient emperors together with Sherman?"

Lane shook his head.

Just know that this old thing can't be ignorant.

"Also, I think there are many miracles in the world that are more absurd than this about the demon god summoning the ancient god to revive in your mouth."

"I have lived for more than 140 years, and I have long been desensitized."

"What's more, in front of me."

"There was such a spectacular and strange scene."

The old man changed the video collection of the communication terminal, and he switched the camera, so that the images captured by the advance troops of the Holy Church were transmitted to the Chicago Demon Hunt without reservation.

The flying snow all over the sky freezes in the icy air.

Far away, just under the distant sky.

At the end of the sea of ​​snow that shone brightly under that patch of sunlight.

Bloody, straight into the sky!

It turned out to be a stretch of peaks and ridges, extremely majestic blood-colored mountains.

　Awesome!

　　
　
(End of this chapter)