Ghost Shelter System

An alley with drizzle.

A ruined mess.

Qin Kun hadn't seen this level of fighting for a long time.

Van Helsing, his head covered with dust, walked out of the broken wall on gravel.

Lubis stood in the alley, his chest rising and falling, and all the eyes on the body full of eyeballs looked in the direction of Van Helsing.

"Terrible devil." Van Helsing wiped the blood from the corner of his mouth.

The pieces of flesh on the other party's body were rolled up and there were countless scars. It was already like this, but it still seemed like nothing was wrong. It made him feel a little weak.

"The same goes for you." Lubis pulled at the broken pieces of meat, black threads like hair sprouted on the skin, and sewed them back together.

Qin Kun brushed his hair that was wet from the rain and lit a cigarette.

"Curly Hair, these two are equally powerful."

Menoetius whispered: "Actually, that monster is even better. His spells and close-quarters skills are limited by street fighting. If we go to the wasteland, Van Helsing will be difficult to resist."

After taking two puffs, the cigarette butt became wet. Qin Kun threw it away and smiled: "Not necessarily. If it was a wasteland, Fan Helsing wouldn't have to bother using mirage to isolate ordinary people."

Menoetius was startled, and felt that what Qin Kun said made sense, and asked again: "What if it was you? What are the chances of winning against that monster?"

Qin Kun raised three fingers.

"Only 30%?" Menoetius frowned, "Excessive modesty equals pride."

Qin Kun said: "Thirty percent will win. Seventy percent will be a tie. As for defeat, there is no such thing."

"whispering sound……"

Menoetius curled his lips, this guy was indeed prouder than he thought.

The drizzle stopped.

Another round of fighting begins.

To be honest, Qin Kun didn't like to see such a close match. Forcibly going back and forth can only show tenacity, and there is no ups and downs to watch. So Qin Kun focused on Fan Helsing's style.

In less than 20 minutes, vampire and werewolf skills appeared on him one after another. Is this still the demon hunting king?

In the dark night, the shadow of the fleshy wings was stretched very long under the illumination of the street lamp.

The aura is evil, and the street lamp behind his head is like a holy light, which creates a different atmosphere. He looks like a devil no matter what.

Can the Holy See tolerate him? ? ?

Qin Kun flattened his lips.

Van Helsing's spiritual power fluctuations collided with Lubis's again, shaking his eardrums. After such a long fierce battle, should it be over?

On a wall, Van Helsing folded his wings behind his back and spread his arms. His solemn expression made his eyes glow with golden mist.

"Damn guy, I admire your resilience very much, but I don't have time to play with you tonight."

As soon as the golden light appeared in his eyes, Lubis felt something bad and prepared to leave, but it was already too late.

“In the name of God, Holy Cross Falls!!!”

The ethereal and solemn voice echoed in the sky, like the pronouncement of heaven. A cross tombstone fell from the sky, and many more cross tombstones followed, like giant hailstones. Each tombstone was made of pure stone, with red inscriptions from all dynasties of the Holy See engraved on it. The name of the clothing chief priest was surrounded by a faint golden light.

boom

Rubis was smashed into the ground.

Boom boom boom boom boom

Rubbles flew randomly, golden light escaped, and nearly fifty or sixty tombstones emitted a pale golden light, illuminating the alley into a golden ocean and destroying it into a mess.

Qin Kun and Menoetius retreated one after another to avoid the indiscriminate attacks in the sky.

The tombstones on the ground intertwined into a large golden net, suppressing Lubis into the ground. Van Helsing held a golden ball of light in his hand with a very labored expression.

Then, the golden light ball was slowly shaped into a horn.

"In the name of God, the verdict!"

…

…

The desolate horn sound.

Towards the end of the battle.

Everyone's eyes were focused on this battle, and no one saw that there were two bystanders near this street.

One is a middle-aged man with European appearance.

Gold-rimmed glasses, a lot of ink on the lapels, a formal appearance, a notepad under his arm, and a male assistant beside him.

The male assistant wore an inverted five-pointed star pendant, looked at the people in the mirage and said: "Sir Pope, it's over. Should we go?"

"Well, wait a minute."

The middle-aged man pushed up his glasses, seemed to have found inspiration, and began to create again.

The male assistant smiled bitterly: "Your Holiness, are you really okay with this?"

The middle-aged man scratched his scalp: "Anshibai, if you are bored, you can go and have a drink with some saints who admire you. I still need materials for my new book, so don't affect my collecting."

The male assistant held up his forehead: "Sir Pope, your new book is a fairy tale... What inspiration will these fighting scenes give you?"

The middle-aged man scratched his orange hair: "Children would like to watch scenes of fighting demons, right? Look, if I make the guy from Demon Hunter Villa into a little bear who protects humans, will it be a big hit?"

I'm crazy...

The male assistant's heart is racing.

My lord, you are the infamous Carter II! ! ! Do you want to be so messy?

The male assistant was miserable: "Your Holiness, please tell me in advance that if your new book doesn't sell well, I'm not willing to kill any more parents who don't buy fairy tale books."

The middle-aged man's eyes widened: "How is this possible? They are heretics. How can we not kill them?"

"The people in the Holy See are also heretics!"

"Ansberg, they are the believers of the Holy See."

I……

The male assistant was about to burst into tears and smashed the stone wall next to him with one punch.

The middle-aged man was comforting each other. Suddenly, golden light appeared in the sky, and Van Helsing was seen in the distance, holding a golden horn in his hand and blowing towards it.

"Hiss... the trumpet of judgment, we are afraid that we will be discovered."

Just as the middle-aged man finished speaking, Qin Kun's heavenly eye suddenly looked over in the distant sky.

"who?!"

Through the golden light, Qin Kun suddenly saw two people.

He was actually less than 10 meters away!

The young man in a white shirt, who looked like an assistant, even punched the stone wall next to him without even noticing it.

A sudden chill ran down my back.

What a terrifying movement technique!

"Dark Soul Cult?!"

Menoetius, who was next to him, saw the pendant around the male assistant's neck, suddenly clenched his fists and rushed out.

"Don't be impulsive!" It was too late for Qin Kun to stop him.

The male assistant carefully put away the inverted pentagram pendant on his chest and smiled: "Titan's Fist? Angry little Titan, you shouldn't be so impulsive."

Menoetius had already rushed in front of him, and suddenly he met a pair of fierce eyes.

The male assistant waved his hand very fast, and a strong gust of wind almost cut his cheek. Menoetius was hit with a backhand, as if he had been hit by a tank, and hit the wall like a cannonball.

"I personally don't like roll-ins. Sorry."

The male assistant raised his foot and stepped down fiercely.

boom

With Menoetius at the center, the ground beneath his body was cracked, and the sound of bone cracking was included in it. The male assistant rubbed his nose, saw the dying Menoetius, gently clenched his fist, and smashed it down.

"Menoetius!"

In the distance, Van Helsing suddenly shouted. The golden horn, which was originally pointed at Lubis underground, now turned around and blew in the direction of the male assistant.

Buzz

A golden god driving a car suddenly appeared with a spear in his hand, and his horse hooves flew towards the male assistant.