For the vast majority of active demon hunters.
Throughout his life, he could not touch any cases involving witches.
The messenger of disaster.
The embodiment of chaos and death.
The human God who holds the supreme power and abandons the mortal body.
Even the lowest level witches who sacrifice their souls, serve the devil and master extraordinary power can not be countered by ordinary demon hunters.
According to the regulations of the demon hunting regiment, to deal with cases related to witches, it is necessary to go through layers of examination and approval, and at the lowest level, send superior predator sequence demon hunters with trial sequence secrets to lead the team.
Even so.
On top of this, there is still another kind of witch, more than ten times stronger than them.
Enslave the devil.
Raise evil spirits.
Soul and will can easily interfere with reality.
even to the extent that...
Those terrorist beings who are out of the control of the devil are also like Kaila Jena, a witch of pain, a party member of natural disaster, and sherry curse blood, a witch of disease.
Even the great demons are secretive about their existence.
Those twelve, the trial sequence symbolizing the strongest combat power of the demon hunter in the world, have died in the hands of these powerful witches in the long history.
What''s more.
Just like the one who personally made 13 holy instruments of disaster, wrote forbidden books and evil codes, and killed the Lord of the contract who cannot call his name directly
Create something darker than hell.
The first witch in the human world, sister Shipton.
If she had not disappeared and disappeared one day in the middle ages, maybe even today, the world and hell would still live in the shadow of witches.
It is such a group of abominable beings surrounded by horror legends and shrouded in the halo of disaster messengers.
But few people have witnessed their birth.
However.
On this day, all demon hunters and police officers who enter the old urban area of montxidi will be lucky to sacrifice their lives and souls.
Witness the birth of a witch.
...
The sky of the capital of Mongolia.
Like the real world soaked in darkness.
The clouds hang around all day.
The dense, cold and biting freezing rain came silently after a cold wind blew through the streets of the imperial capital.
Dirty old town.
Standard leather boots trample on muddy and sewage paths.
The hound breathes heavily.
Three demon hunters, according to the guidance of local residents, searched all the way to the third district.
The territory of the iron hook gang.
After smelling the smell of kemora nohan, the hound madly pulled the dog rope in the police officer''s hand and barked at the houses that had been abandoned for many years not far away.
The gang member in charge of leading the way smiled and flattered the demon hunter, "no one can leave under my eyes.
Sir.
I''m sure that woman is hiding inside now. "
In all directions of the long and narrow line, gangs and local residents who heard the news surrounded the nearby paths and roads.
A ferocious mob with a short knife and dagger.
A woman with a child and a family.
Young men and girls who are half old and get together and jump up and down.
They cast their eyes on the demon hunter, without exception, only curiosity.
The devil hunting troupe, which has never regarded the residents of the old urban area as human beings, how could it come to them today.
If only the police.
Perhaps, it is difficult for them to go deep into the territory of various gangs.
However, for the demon hunters, these outlaws with an official background who are above the National Violent institutions, even the fukalin brotherhood, which is the most powerful in the imperial capital, dare not openly resist their orders.
The demon hunter walking in front signaled the police officer to let go of the dog rope and start alert.
Three brown and yellow hounds out of captivity.
Grinning and barking, he ran frantically to the houses in the distance.
The empty door.
With a slight bump, he was knocked away.
It was freezing rain in the afternoon. The light was dim. Everyone stared and tried to see through the open door.
Just when the demon hunter pulled out his matching gun and was ready to follow him to check the situation.
The hound''s bark suddenly turned into a sharp wail.
A hound withdrew from the room, barked, grabbed his tail, turned and ran away.
The second hound, the moment he ran out of the room.
Under the gaze of hundreds of eyes.
Torn apart by some invisible supernatural force!
Viscera, blood, filth.
Spill it all over the floor.
Crimson diffuses slowly in the sewage.
instant.
In the noisy neighborhood, only the drizzle and the whistling wind are left
later.
A thin, pale left hand suddenly stretched out the darkness and grabbed the door frame.
With it.
A woman''s desperate and sad laughter, like crying, suddenly sounded in a creepy tone.
Her voice.
It''s cold and low.
Exudes terrible calm and indifference.
The demon hunter in charge of leading the team suddenly stood upside down in cold sweat after hearing the woman''s breathtaking voice.
His pupils suddenly locked.
witch!
But at this moment, I suddenly found that the strength of my whole body had been quietly taken away by the irresistible supernatural forces.
The knee is soft.
Kneel heavily on the ground.
Like suffering from extremely serious mental injury, suffocating sense of oppression, forcing his will to fall into a terrible state that he can''t extricate himself.
It''s the negativity of trying to kill yourself, and the cold dark despair.
Fight to death against the evil forces that invade the soul.
Cold sweat mixed with freezing rain drenched the whole body.
In the painful sight of the demon hunter, more and more people around him quietly fell into the mud in absolute silence.
The crazy woman standing in the rain.
Look up.
Maybe I''m feeling about life.
Maybe you''re enjoying some freedom you''ve never had before.
She looked up at the sky.
Show your beautiful face.
Now?
The demon hunter who finally saw the woman''s face tried his last bit of strength, clenched his teeth and admonished, "penny seranda... Stop... There''s still a chance..."
"Stop?"
Penny, who heard the voice, looked at the demon hunter and said softly judo, "why stop? Will some of you stop and look at me?
Demon hunter. "
Suddenly.
Supernatural forces turned into invisible noose, strangled the demon hunter''s neck and held him up in the air.
The demon hunter struggled in vain in the air.
His face turned red and his forehead blood vessels burst.
"Cole... Cough - I''ll kill you..."
Penny didn''t respond to his threats.
Relax slightly.
After she took the first step.
The foul smelling shirt on the body, under the strange force that ordinary people can''t understand, is like molting, peeling off layer by layer and changing into a pure black long skirt.
A coat soaked in blood.
Grow one by one, all black crow feathers.
Change into a luxurious and dazzling feather shoulder cape.
Loose long hair, roll it up again.
On the pale cheeks, the indelible darkness turned into a still dry mark.
In his hand, he turned into a walnut stick.
until.
A silver crown of the Queen appeared on her head.
Pausing in front of the demon hunter, Penny''s voice was cold enough to freeze the mortal soul.
The eyes are cruel and ruthless.
Also like drenching on the face, biting freezing rain.
"Now, the demon hunter penny seranda is dead.
And I am the master of the desperate witch crown, the dark crow witch. "