On a quiet street somewhere in Pulitzer Harbour, the red light of the crimson moonlight hit the steps outside the shadows. Several people gathered around and whispered:
"We've lost track. Damn it, that thing is really evil. We've already locked it."
"If you ask me, just raise the thing and let people who know divination help us find its accomplices afterwards."
"I agree with Wick, just take action next time you see him."
"Your Church of Storms has a simple and direct idea, which is a very good idea," Royle said while studying the traces left behind.
The buildings on both sides were silent. A middle-aged man with messy hair and dark blue eyes walked out of the shadows of the corridor, with a suppressed anger on his face. Everyone saw it and leaned over one after another.
"Captain, how are you? Did you catch up with the other one?"
"How's it going, Captain?"
"The other party summoned the devil's projection to assist and then escaped. Obviously they had been preparing for a long time."
The middle-aged man responded to the others and came to Royce.
"Royce, can you divine any information?"
"Captain Ove, I'm sorry. The other party is at least a Sequence 7 serial killer in the criminal path. It has greatly interfered with my divination. Pulitzer Harbor is too big and we cannot accurately find this killer."
"Diego and the others should have news. Wick and Roddy, please continue to monitor this area. If there is anything, please notify us directly. Royce and I will go to the other side to meet with the Nighthawks to discuss tonight's situation."
After Ove finished speaking, he took Royce and another assisting Nighthawk, Waken, and disappeared into the dark passage. Wick put away his windbreaker and Roddy and walked down the street.
Hermione dreamed about her childhood, and her sister. "Dad" had been chattering beside her, instilling the belief that the family was her responsibility. Her sister sat quietly in front and listened. She moved impatiently and was scolded by her father. Her sister The face that turned around was blurry, and when she looked at her father, her father's face was also out of focus. Hermione kept looking at the two of them, trying to see them clearly. Suddenly the screen rotated, and Hermione woke up, with the crimson moonlight outside the window. Sprinkle on the bed.
Did I have a dream about my current body? When I was a child, my father and sister could not clearly see their appearance, but I could directly feel their identity. Is it the obsession deep in "my" heart? It seems that only by going to Intis to find them can we learn about this memory.
On the street outside the window, a shadow runs along the right angle between the house and the ground, marking something?
The vigilance of her spiritual intuition allowed Hermione to instantly sense that something unfriendly was nearby. Wearing a nightgown, Hermione came to the window and looked towards the shadow on the street through her own observation.
The shadow was still marking its own things at this time. Hermione used the agility brought by the hunter to reach the sky above the house opposite the shadow. Although most of the abilities were silenced due to the balance of the brand, the abilities of the hunter path could still be used for a while.
Just when he was about to take action, the opponent suddenly sped forward. Hermione followed closely behind, condensing a ball of compressed white flame in her hand, which condensed into a small firebird and hit the shadow. The shadow suddenly split into several groups, and one of them turned into The shadow blocked the flames and exploded directly in the street. The huge sound and dazzling white light woke up the nearby residents. The shadow quickly merged back into one and continued to escape.
"It's over, you've caused big trouble. Royce and Diego, who just agreed, have to arrest you first to prove your innocence." Hermione thought as she chased, and was so startled that a few people saw a white streak. Shadow quickly ran across the roof.
At this time, the black outline of a human figure in the shadow was revealed
"Madam, I didn't do anything to you, right? We don't have any conflict with your Witch Sect, right?" A cold voice sounded, "If you continue to chase me like this, those Nighthawks and Punishers can just We’re going to be surrounded.”
Hermione had already sensed that there was a Sequence 6 demon on the other side. As expected of a devil, he was noticed and ran away after showing a little bit of his thoughts. He lost a lot of his abilities and became so weak. And how could he run away like a shadow? Is there any strange magical item?
"I just hate demons. I don't like the filthy smell on your body. I'm sorry, Mr. Demon, you are under arrest now. Your behavior is illegal, do you know?" Hermione thought of what she had seen before. A meme that is very suitable for today’s cat-and-mouse situation.
The outline of humanity melted into the shadows. Hermione chased him to the open space in front of the slums, muttering to herself, 'This man is so good at running. What magical item can sustain him for so long? Let's see if we can get it later.' '
The shadow suddenly changed its voice and turned into a huge black humanoid monster more than three meters tall. It had goat-like horns on its head and was covered with countless mysterious patterns. It swung back a huge flaming sword and uttered obscene words. "Fallen".
Following Hermione's instinct, the flaming birds flew forward, and their entire body was quickly filled with flames, isolating and burning away the filthy black viscous liquid brought about by the corruption.
The demon threw the flaming giant sword in his hand and rushed towards the balls of flames. The huge explosion forced Hermione to first condense a wall of fire to protect the debris behind her, otherwise it would burn and spread to the slums. A disaster was inevitable, so she came here. On the first day, he was arrested for arson.
The devil is very smart. Although he is not sure about Hermione's ability, he knows that Hermione has concerns and uses the slums to escape.
Hermione dealt with the flames caused by the explosion, leaving only a pool of charred black liquid on the charred ground. "Let him run away! It's not easy to explain now." Hermione looked at the traces. This demon should have several magical items. It seemed to be a big trouble.
"This beautiful lady, it's so late at night and she's wearing a nightgown at the scene of a fight. Don't you want to explain?"
A young man wearing a top hat and formal attire walked in from outside the debris field, followed by several people in similar attire.
Hermione didn't panic because she sensed that Diego and the others were coming.
"Miss Hermione, please explain to everyone." Diego followed from behind and said without any emotion.
Hermione opened her hands and looked at everyone with a helpless expression. It seemed that the problem would not be solved for a while tonight, and it was almost dawn.
In a farm utility room on the outskirts of Pulitzer Harbour, a shadow emerged from a corner filled with tools and turned into a humanoid silhouette. Half of its face was covered with black viscous liquid, and the other half was extremely pale. Part of his hair was singed, and if he didn't have a magical item in his hand that could help him hide and escape, he might not be able to come back. At this time, the utility room opened, and a man with the same pale face walked in.
"Gilead, Shiloh's current whereabouts are unknown. I think she has died in the hands of the Nighthawks. We can no longer stay here. We have to move as soon as possible."
"I met the witch last night. I won't admit it. She still has some abilities as a hunter. My sense of danger actually made her come to me before I realized it. But if she was a demigod, I might have been in the dark or in the dark right now. Under the Storm Church. Ignore the missing and unaccounted for, abandon the Pulitzer Port stronghold and retreat."
"Gilead, how are you preparing for your ceremony?"
"Nothing is perfect, let's go find a few more targets elsewhere! Girid."
The two of them left in the farm's carriage along the east road at dawn.
In the Ship Information Consulting Company, which is separated from the Church of the Night, Hermione sat on the sofa in the living room wearing a black coat and told the people in front of her about last night. Of course, she did not forget to introduce herself.
"Last night, I saw that figure sneaking around. I couldn't help myself and rushed forward. I felt that he was preparing for some kind of ceremony. I was already very careful! Please forgive me."
"This is similar to what we found. Based on several cases these days, it is basically certain that this demon is planning to be promoted to Sequence 5. I have already reported it to the Cardinal. A senior deacon will come to help us deal with the demon." Ove He held his chin, leaned on the chair and said calmly, while Royce was thoughtfully beside him.
Weaken, wearing a men's gray round hat, walked in at this time.
"Mr. Ove, Mr. Royce, Miss Hermione, Captain, they are back and they have made great gains."
The three of them followed Weiken to the sealed room on the ground floor.
Several people were standing around a corpse. The young man at the front saw everyone coming in, and his eyes stayed on Hermione and said, "Miss Hermione? This is the first time we meet. I am Voss, the captain of the Nighthawks, Pryz." Head of the urban area, your first arrival made Pulitzer Harbor quite a sensation."
Hermione stared at Voss, was it an illusion? He wants to drag me into a dream. According to the analysis of the inherited memory, this person in charge must be at least a Sequence 7 Nightmare! But the other party didn't have any ill intentions. Hermione still believed in her spiritual intuition.
Voss smiled awkwardly, probably because he was discovered.
"If it weren't for the record from the church, Miss Hermione, my head would be big now, wouldn't it, Captain Ove?"
Vos quickly changed the subject.
"Last night, Kelly, Delphine, and Nissen and I crouched down one of the murderers, the corpse in front of you. We originally wanted to catch her alive, but we didn't expect that she would suddenly lose her rationality and attack everyone around her."
"Have you confirmed your identity?" Ove stepped forward, and Royce took out a crystal ball and started playing with it.
Hermione also saw the female corpse. Half of her face had been smashed, and the brain tissue inside could be seen. The skin was pale, the other wide-eyed eye still showed the madness before death, and the clothes on her body were full of bullets. There were holes and blood stains, and the hands had been twisted.
"It's confirmed. Her name is Shiloh. She came to the place where I found her address more than a month ago. The boss knows that she lives in seclusion. Apart from paying fees on time, she rarely sees people at other times."
"That's all" Ove looked at Voss
"My Captain Ove, the other party is a serial killer! How could he expose his information so easily? It's not easy to bring back a body. The house where he was arrested was destroyed by fighting. The hotel owner wants money. He didn't want his life. After the battle, he jumped out and grabbed my clothes and demanded compensation."
Voss had no choice but to give Ove a wry smile.
Royce was good at divination at this time, put away the crystal ball, and put the female corpse's items back on the table.
"I can feel that they are no longer in Pulitzer Harbor and have gone east. We can ask the police department to pay attention to the traffic of strangers in the east area on the pretext of improving public security in the Pulitzer area. If the scope is smaller, we can probably Locked in their direction."
"Vos, I'm going to investigate first. The damn devil killed people in my territory and tried to escape. I'll let them see the anger of the Punisher (the grumpy old man)." After Ove said goodbye to everyone, He left with all the punishers.
Voss suggested that everyone have morning tea and then go home to rest.
"Miss Hermione, let me introduce everyone to you." When they came to the living room outside, Voss introduced Hermione to the Pritzker Nighthawks. Hermione also remembered their appearance and names: Captain Voss, speak. He is a bit humorous and looks very young and handsome. He has short golden brown hair and a tall nose, a typical Luen gentleman; Diego still has a cold face without any emotion, sitting next to Voss; Kelly is not tall, Her body shape is similar to that of Hermione, but Hermione is a bit taller; Delphine wears a men's formal suit, with short hair, and her androgynous face makes people feel very capable. Hermione feels that it is a pity that she does not become a model; Waken He is of medium height, with a thin figure that makes him look like a younger brother in the family, and he wears a gray round hat; Nissen looks middle-aged, with his hair slicked back.
Hermione happily introduced herself to everyone. She relied on her friends when she went out, so come to them more often.
Captain Vos took a sip of the fresh milk and reminded Hermione not to run around in the street in her nightgown next time. Fortunately, it was at night, otherwise the men in Prydzport would fight for you.
Diego rarely said at this time, "Your magical item, I gave it to the craftsman when I went there last night. It will be ready in a few days."
"Thank you, Diego." Hermione now knew why Diego left suddenly on the way back.
"You're welcome. The other party is helping me for the sake of Nighthawks."
"By the way, Miss Hermione," Voss continued, "I hope to get your help in the subsequent actions to encircle and suppress demons. As you know, the church has mobilized a lot of power to encircle and suppress the followers of the evil god in the southern continent. The demon family has taken advantage of the short-term Vacuum came out and caused trouble. Although no major accidents occurred, the indirect murders have frightened the people."
"No problem, Mr. Voss, I will help you." It seems that friendship requires sacrifice to gain.
Voss looked at the time and saw that it was almost time, so he asked everyone to go back and rest.
In a church in a large village in the eastern part of Pulitzer district, a gray-haired priest was leaning on his desk writing. The shadow of his body cast by the light from the window in front suddenly distorted.
