It is impossible for the girl to find the evil god in the textbook

In the end, the old man's voice had become very indistinct, like a raving in sleep.There was a crisp sound, and the hands turned one notch, and time stopped.

Roger's face became very ugly. After hearing the name Dmitry, his face was so gloomy that he almost dripped water.

He turned his head and gave the old man a vicious look. In this state, even he could easily break Kleist's neck!

But the killing intent gradually faded from Roger's eyes, he snorted coldly, and continued to process those strange herbs.

Chapter 45 Impressive

Victoria looked at her palm, the blood vessels under the skin had returned to their normal color.

She tried to make a fist, and stretched it again.The feeling of stiffness and weakness has completely disappeared and you know, this is only the third day.

This is the mercy of the Lord.

Victoria firmly believed in this.

She looked at the blood-stained gauze untied beside the bed, and the gritty black crystals in the metal tray.

These are fragments of alienated tissues and organs taken from her body.

Tremors spread throughout her body, and she instinctively felt uncontrollable fear.

Closing her eyes, the smoky black spar spear flashed in front of her eyes, and Victoria unconsciously clenched her heart, as if there was still a huge hole there.

"You're all right."

Farmine's voice came from inside the room and pulled Victoria's consciousness back.

When she realized that she was still sitting on the hospital bed, Victoria was already in a cold sweat.

Farmini put a plate of sliced ​​apples on the bedside, and then simply sat on the edge of the bed, swinging her two slender legs.

Victoria would recall the scene of that night from time to time. After she lowered her gun, a certain figure in the cemetery instantly took off part of her disguise, exposing unparalleled evil.

According to Famini, it was their employer, Mr. Yusuf Bell, but Victoria was dubious.

Indeed, that employer had obstructed her actions and was related to Fidili Hage who was a dirty blood.In addition, Victoria noticed that the identity of the other party may be forged, and Mr. Bell is not a real Alsaceian, and he can't even understand some local dialects.

However, Victoria could not smell the filth from his body.Even earlier, perhaps from her first hunt, Victoria discovered her specialness.

She could smell the filth, even if the aliens had disguised themselves enough, even if they behaved exactly like ordinary people, they couldn't hide the stench from the depths of the blood.This is also Victoria's standard for choosing hunting targets, and it is [-]% accurate.

Champs Elysees NO.30 faintly filled with this smell, but the source is unknown, at least, Mr. Bell does not seem to have this smell.

So Victoria just agreed to Farmine's proposal and decided to investigate again with her own eyes and sense of smell.

"correct."

Farmini seemed to have suddenly remembered something, turned around and ran out the door, and brought back a half-meter-long black wooden box.

"Someone asked me to hand this over to you."

Victoria opened the wooden black, and inside was a strangely shaped firearm.The eight dark yellow gun barrels are fastened together by thick rivets and metal rings, and the metal handle snakes downwards.There is a circular groove at the connection between the handle and the barrel. Hold the iron branch near the groove downward, and the eight metal pipes start to rotate clockwise.

On the barrel, there is a small cross, but otherwise it is bare.This crude firearm with an exaggerated shape is very heavy, weighing at least twenty pounds.

In the black wooden box, it is matched with a silver round turntable with eight regular grooves on the turntable for filling gunpowder.

"It's an old man who calls himself Olesia, who is he to you?"

"Olesia...I have no impression."

With that said, Victoria picked up the repeating rifle from the black box.The iron block, which weighed more than twenty pounds, even seemed very light in her hands.

"I can't tell, you're quite strong."

Farmini could only hold the wooden box with both hands, and even felt a little strenuous after a long time.

Victoria weighed it with some doubts.She really didn't know an old man named Olesia, but it didn't matter, any assistance that was conducive to hunting was a good thing.

"Do you want to try it? There is an underground shooting range with good sound insulation."

Victoria nodded in agreement. On the one hand, she planned to try her body's recovery.At the same time, she also has plans to try this new gun.

In the past few days, Victoria has learned that the location of the ward is underground in a certain opera house.The so-called basement is even more spacious than the theater above, but there are not many rooms in such a spacious space.

"What is it here for?"

Victoria pointed to one of the dark wooden doors, with a small square hole in it, which looked like some kind of prison cell.

"It was a meeting place and it's pretty much abandoned now."

Farmini explained, while leading Victoria to another space.

"assembly?"

Victoria just took one more look and stopped paying attention to the wooden door.Probably only pagan wizards like to gather in small, dark places like that, and of course, this seems to suit them very well.

Farmini's so-called underground shooting range should be an experiment site for wizards. Unlike normal shooting ranges, the targets set up here are simulated puppets made by a wizard.They have a certain self-healing ability, and their reaction to magic is more valuable than wooden targets.

Victoria is very familiar with firearms, and after just a general observation, she already understands the basic principles and usage of repeating rifles.

The first beam of fire burst out from the barrel, and a lead bullet hit the puppet's head, instantly twisting and deforming it.The huge impact broke the puppet's neck, and the part that symbolized the skull was completely opened!

But this is far from the end, under Victoria's action, the iron branch goes down, and the eight gun barrels start to rotate clockwise.The gunshots were connected and mixed with each other within an extreme time, spewing out a foot-long flame in front of the repeating rifle!

The puppet symbolizing the human body has already been torn in half by lead bullets.

The rotation stopped, and there was a chance of green smoke rising from the hot barrel.

She took down the empty turntable, threw it on the ground, and clicked the new turntable filled with gunpowder and buckshot into the groove.

Immediately afterwards, there were eight consecutive gunshots. This time, the upper body of the puppet was completely planned to be smashed.

Victoria's arm went numb for a while, and the recoil of the repeating rifle was so huge that even she was a little uncomfortable for a while.

But its power far exceeded Victoria's imagination. At her speed, it only took one second to change the turntable.

In other words, in the limit state, Victoria can fire sixteen shots in a row!

On the other hand, although the repeating rifle is very heavy, it is not troublesome to carry, at least it is much simpler than filling the whole body with flintlock guns.

Farmine stood aside, covering her ears with both hands.After the gunshots ended, she put her hands back to their original positions. Faminie opened her mouth wide, looking at the shattered magic puppet in surprise.

"This kind of power... is really impressive."

Chapter 46 less obvious improvements (plus more

This astonishment lasted only a few seconds, and Farminie's complexion returned to normal. She was silent and didn't know what she was thinking.

Victoria put away her repeating rifle, put the black box on her back, and seemed to have plans to go out.

But Farmine stood in front of her, as if to avoid misunderstanding, she waved her hand and said:

"Don't worry, I don't mean to stop you, but there are still some things I need to give you before you start hunting."

Saying that, "The Baron" and two other people Victoria didn't know walked into the testing ground.

They spread out two suitcases and placed them on the rest table of the testing ground. Inside were neatly stacked two rows of silver bullets carved with complex patterns.In another alley was a pile of dirty parchment.

They looked worn out and even had some dark greasy stains on them.

But the smell on the parchment made Victoria feel a little uncomfortable.

"what are these?"

Farmini first pointed to the cartridge, and ran her slender fingers across the frosted silver shell.

"This is a silver bullet mixed with mithril, carved with incantations that bestow 'explosion', 'bleeding' and 'chaos'. They are gifts from the wizard's assembly, and they will definitely provide you with considerable assistance in hunting."

"As for these parchments, we call them 'Old Seals'. These are the things I decided to give you. They are [Deep Sea] and [Defiled]. The deep sea can protect you from some damage, and the defilement can Your attacks become more effective, even against Foulbloods. Their use is very simple, you only need to carry them with you."

"This is the talisman of heresy..."

Victoria instinctively wanted to refuse.

But there was a deep smile on the corner of Farminie's lips.

"Bring them, and you have the opportunity to kill the blasphemer. If you refuse, you are likely to fail. In this case, which choice do you think is really against the will of God?"

"Or, you don't have to use this kind of thing, it's just a farewell gift for a friend."

Victoria was stunned. This question had never occurred to her.

Farmine's voice was demonic and seductive, like the hiss of the serpent in the Garden of Eden.

-

Ella and Melanie walked into a street side by side, and there were some faint sounds in the originally silent slum.

The outskirts of Batignolles, an area that seems out of place with Paris, is gradually waking up from sleep.

In the crevices of the houses, in the shadows of the alley, behind piles of sundries and garbage, pairs of bloodshot eyes sized up the two uninvited guests.

Melanie's newsboy outfit is barely passable here, but that outfit is a little too clean and tidy, and it can't cover her exquisite curves at all.

And Ella's dress-like dress was completely out of place in this place.

At the end of the street, a few men blocked their way. The leader was wearing a black formal suit that didn't fit well and had a lot of patches, but this was indeed the most decent looking attire.

He raised the wooden stick in his hand. It looked like a dismantled bench leg, with a few sharp iron nails on the other end.

Several other people were wearing worn-out shirts, or even bare-chested.One of the old men even pulled his hand down and made a very obscene gesture.

Behind them, the other party moved the garbage and wooden boxes in the alley. After finishing these tasks, a few nimble children cast their gazes over from the gaps in the wooden boxes.He did not hide the greedy desire in his eyes.

Ella avoided her gaze a little bit, frowned and said:

"Is there no police in this area?"

"Actually, there are."

Melanie's answer surprised Ella. She stayed for a few seconds before asking in confusion:

"There are police? Then why did we encounter this kind of thing when we first came in?"

"Batignolles is too messy. Generally speaking, if nothing major happens, they don't bother to take care of it. Even if they want to take care of it, it's normal to be half an hour late."

"Then what kind of thing is a big deal, I don't think these people will just plan to rob."