Why do you want to call me

Moving down a certain distance, there is a dark and cold room.

In this room, there are several bodies lying here and there.

They were more or less surrounded by a sweet and tempting smell, and some of their bodies were even stained with bright red blood stains.

The only person in the room who was still standing touched their skin lightly.

It felt cold to the touch, lost the temperature of life, and had obviously been dead for a long time.

Starting from the area touched by the fingers, the skin of this body gradually shrank and spread to the whole body.

Soon the lying body looked like a mummy that had just been fished out of the coffin.

Seeing this, the man didn't stop there, and went directly to the next corpse.

Not long after, there were several more mummies in the same posture in this room.

After doing this, the man stood up.

With the dim light of the candle, one can vaguely see the ferocious expression on the man's face, as well as traces of thirsty blood.

Directly in front of him, the wall was stained bright red with blood.

The man took a deep breath, and the sweet and fishy smell in the air was poured into his lungs.

This smell seems to have a different kind of attraction.

He naturally knew why.

Because it's the blood of the warlock.

After being constantly scoured by mysterious factors, it has turned into an edible material.

If there is no psychological bottom line, this kind of material can actually be regarded as good material.

The higher the factor content in the body, the better the quality.

So some churches will inhumanely raise warlocks as pigs.

Fortunately, this kind of thing is explicitly prohibited by most kingdoms.

Because it is a group of warlocks who hold the power.

How could they allow others to draw their noble blood.

But what happened behind the scenes, no one knew.

However, if you are willing to investigate, you can infer from the large amount of plasma that circulates in the black market every year, and you can see it.

The man did not let go of the blood that filled the air.

A burst of red mist enveloped it, and then it was quickly absorbed.

In an instant, the air suddenly became clean.

"Is this... enough?"

The man was talking to himself, the dim light seemed to be unstable, and the man's figure was reflected on the red wall and kept swaying, like a demon with teeth and claws.

But the answer he got was still not enough, far from enough.

The man looked at the shriveled corpse lying on the ground.

He is the instigator of this tragedy.

At first, he wanted these people to find out where his family members were hidden.

But how could an ordinary warlock find the hidden space set by the witch.

So the middle-aged man can only change his plan in the end and kill these people.

Immediately, it was used as nourishment for the Gospel, just to mend its ability to tell where one's family was.

"It's not enough, it's not enough!"

The middle-aged man kept repeating this sentence, then raised his foot and crushed a mummy next to him into powder.

His eyes were cold and crazy.

There should be more than these wandering warlocks in the slums, as long as

To find them all will surely complete the Gospels.

Thinking of this, the middle-aged man went out.

Someone was already waiting outside the door.

When they saw the priest coming out, they all bowed their heads.

"I'm going to hunt warlocks."

"Is there anything you can do?"

Facing the cold eyes, they suddenly heard these words, and their backs were almost covered in cold sweat.

"Master Priest, did you just say... a hunting warlock?"

A person seemed to ask in disbelief.

They followed the priest and knew more or less about warlocks.

So they know that warlocks are not something ordinary people can match.

A warlock can almost solve a ten-man team unscathed.

It can be seen that ordinary people have no power to parry against warlocks.

So here comes the question.

How to fight this?

What's more, the priest still uses the word hunting.

This is where we hunt warlocks, it should be that warlocks hunt us instead.

Is the head priest of my family a little dizzy? Should I call a doctor to come over and take a look.

But what he waited for when he looked up was a cloud of scarlet and strange red mist.

This may be the middle-aged man's answer.

Looking at the completely shriveled corpse beside them in a few seconds, these people were shaken for a moment.

But under the guidance of the Gospel at the next moment, they quickly strengthened their faith.

"My lord priest, maybe we can find out the distribution range of warlocks, and then destroy them one by one."

"..."

Under the advice of these people, a crude plan quickly appeared in the middle-aged man.

The first step of the plan is to keep secret, to find out the location of most of the warlocks.

Then came Swift.

Because if the actions of hunting warlocks are discovered by others, then these warlocks will be vigilant.

Maybe they will hold together to deal with themselves and others.

But when it came to the next step, they didn't have a clue about how to hurt the warlock.

After all, they are basically ordinary people here.

There was a wry smile at the corner of their mouths, the priest can deal with the warlock.

But he didn't have a clone, so how could he appear in various places at the same time.

Perhaps it would be a good idea to gather those warlocks in one place.

But how to implement it is a headache.

They also had nothing to excite each other.

"Master Priest..."

These people thought about the plan for a long time, but they were rejected one by one.

In the end they could only look at each other.

The middle-aged man looked at the group of people, took a deep breath, and was about to say something.

A person suddenly seemed to remember something, and then hurriedly said to him.

"My lord priest, I have something here that I heard is effective for warlocks."

When the middle-aged man heard this, he turned his gaze away.

The person who spoke suddenly felt his scalp go numb and his body sink.

"Where?"

"My lord priest, please follow me."

He bowed his head and said respectfully, and then led everyone to his room.

The man carefully took out a long box and opened it.

I saw that the inside was filled with hay, and the long strip in the middle was wrapped in silk.

He took it out and uncovered the silk cloth.

A thing with a complicated device appeared in front of the middle-aged man.

It has a slender long brass tube, the handle is decorated with fine-grained leather, and black iron and copper wood are used as the body.

And then there's the complex aiming system on top,

It seems to be composed of multiple monoculars.

Part of the mechanism is outside, which is obviously a decorative effect.

There are also exquisite carvings on the wooden body, as well as a large number of personalized patterns.

"This is……"

The middle-aged man and the people behind him have obviously never seen such a strange but particularly beautiful thing.

"My lord priest, this is one of my collections."

"I bought it from a merchant. I heard from the merchant that it came from a kingdom, and it's a new good thing."

"The name of this machine seems to be called a steam rifle by him."

As the man said, he picked up the steam rifle and handed it to the priest to watch.

"What's the use of it?"

The eyes of the middle-aged man scrutinized the steam rifle. The precise mechanical structure has a breathtaking beauty.

"I heard from the businessman that this beast can kill very powerful beasts."

"Even a beast like a black bear can't withstand a single launch in front of it."

"Let me cover up for the priest."

As he spoke, he took out a sealed jar, found the right position, and pressed it to the side.

He aimed at another button and pressed it.

"Pfft..."

Suddenly a white mist burst from the side exhaust pipe.

These people are no strangers to this, because these white mist can be seen appearing when the steam train stops and starts.

Perhaps it would be more accurate to call it steam.

The middle-aged man's expression changed when he saw this, obviously thinking of going on a steam train.

The person in front of him loaded the projectile into the brass tube, and then raised the steam rifle.

The first thing he aimed at was a thick wall.

"boom!

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Amidst the loud noise, gravel splashed, and a pothole about the size of a palm suddenly appeared on this side of the wall.