"Don't worry, tell me all the information, and we will have a decisive battle tonight." Catherine said coldly.
Ren frowned when he heard this. The "Red Witch" was very powerful. He didn't think the two of them alone could defeat her, but Catherine seemed confident.
John sighed and told what happened next. It was a dream he had during the days when he was possessed by the evil spirit. This part was a bit scary.
After moving to Billy Street, Igor and Claire made an agreement not to allow her to harm anyone, and she agreed.
The two were very much in love and lived like this for three years. Because Claire is the Scarlet Witch (fourth level) and a high-level transcendent. She also underwent body transformation and could not get pregnant. However, although the two did not have children, But the life was still very happy and sweet.
She worked hard to play the role of a virtuous wife. After she stopped developing various potions and alchemy products, she began to learn cooking.
Igor also gave up his dream of becoming a famous painter. After painting a self-portrait, he bid farewell to his career as a street painter.
He went to school to become an art teacher and had a stable job.
The ordinary and sweet days were finally shattered by unexpected events. One day, the painter had a car accident and was hit and killed by a steam train. The story has a break here.
When the scene appeared again, it was in a hall, which was very luxuriously decorated.
The first thing that catches the eye is a light hanging from the ceiling on a chain - an urn-shaped chandelier made of glass from the Kingdom of Bohemia, and a chandelier made of the island of Hierna (one of the Northern Islands). a) Marble fireplace.
Then, "he" stood up, or floated up, and saw a pale face under him. It was a corpse, with a handsome face, blond curly hair, and closed eyes. He looked about thirty years old.
He was wearing a small blue suit, no tie, and a white shirt underneath.
It was the corpse of the painter Igor, and it was enshrined, with great skill, in his usual attire, as if he had simply fallen asleep.
On the ground is a complicated six-pointed star witch formation, carved out of blood. The scarlet blood flows slowly, emitting a strange red light.
You can see that there are several corpses in the corner next to the fireplace, including adults and children. They seem to be a family.
All of them were mummies, with palms like dead branches, deformed bodies, and extremely distorted expressions on their faces. It could also be seen from their gorgeous clothes that this was a wealthy family.
As "he" stood up, a dark wind suddenly roared inside the house, while lightning and thunder thundered outside, and the chandelier flickered and then went out quickly.
The red light lit up, and she was wearing a black dress, standing aside with a crazy expression, and red spiritual energy enveloped her.
Pieces of semi-material petals unfolded from the blood ring behind her, like a blooming blood lotus! Countless black and red chains extended from the flower buds, wrapping around "him".
She picked up a painting, which was a self-portrait by the artist. The black and red chains pulled "him" into the painting, and she could be heard muttering to herself:
"I will never be separated for the rest of my life. Even if you become a ghost, I will stay with you!"
As soon as the picture goes dark, the dream ends.
John was sweating coldly and licked his dry lips: "I suspect that I dreamed of the painter's memory. That woman was so crazy. He killed all the family members who killed her husband, not even sparing the children! She He turned into a ghost!"
Ren and Catherine looked at each other, and he said, "Mr. John, don't go out today, things will come to an end soon."
After getting the information, the two people quickly left here. There was not much time left. It was unclear whether Claire was spying on John. They might have alerted the enemy and they had to act immediately.
Catherine took Ren to a deserted park outside Billy Street. There were many dusty stone tables and chairs, as well as broken paint and broken sculptures.
The two of them stood under an overgrown maple tree, and Ren lowered his voice and said, "Are you sure we can kill her with just the two of us? The other party is a fourth-level witch!
The Red Witch seems to have offended the Church of Light, so why don't we tell them the news. Let Michelle come in and we'll take a look around. Then we can eat popcorn and bark a few times. "
Catherine adjusted her bangs with a sly look in her eyes: "No need, Michelle of the Holy White Sword is not from Farolland. Three years have passed and he has left long ago.
If I guess correctly, she is very weak now and may not be able to exert her fourth-level combat power. "
"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. We may be able to protect ourselves by ourselves, but it's probably unrealistic to kill her. I think it's better to tell the people in the church, and it's safer to do it together." Renn shook his head, and the two third-order It would be too reckless for a powerful demon hunter to kill a fourth-level witch.
It's better to call a few more people and join them shoulder to shoulder. Anyway, this mission is no longer something that the black hunter can solve.
The leapfrog challenge is actually very difficult. Under normal circumstances, the chances of winning are slim, and this becomes even more so in the later stages.
Catherine gritted her teeth and stomped her feet angrily: "Why are you so timid!"
"This is not cowardice, but following one's heart. You are not a master demon hunter. Why, do you think you are a genius and can challenge yourself beyond the level?
No problem, why don't you go up and fight her, and I'll cheer you on from the side. "Ren rolled his eyes and teased, is this bitch too inflated?
With an angry expression on her face, Catherine's chest rose and fell, and she calmed down after a while: "I beg you, I want to advance to the fourth level, and I need to find a way from her."
Confused, Ren had a strange look on his face: "You are at the third level, but you are not much better than me. How can you be promoted to the fourth level?"
"Hmph, you don't have to worry about it. Sister, I have my own way. As long as you help, I can make you stronger quickly without any side effects!"
"What are you going to do? If you can come up with a practical plan, I don't mind taking a risk." Renn was a little moved.
His current strength is neither up to nor down, which is a bit embarrassing.
"It's very simple. Just wait and wait in the gallery. I discovered a fatal weakness of hers. We can..." Catherine told him the detailed plan.
A quarter of an hour later, Ren suddenly understood and looked at her with admiration: "I take back my previous opinion of you. You have big breasts, but you have a brain."
Unable to bear it anymore, Catherine grabbed Ren's ear and shouted in his ear: "Kid, do you want to piss me off and inherit my demon hunting suit?"
Slapping her hand away, Ren took a few steps back with a look of disgust on his face: "I hope you didn't lie to me. There really is a way to become stronger quickly. I always feel like you are fooling me. If it doesn't work..."
Catherine glared at him: "If it doesn't work, I can give you 6 bottles of natural source."
Ren was speechless, damn rich woman, I really want to rob her.
It was already dusk, the sunset glow on the horizon dyed half of the sky red, the wind blew through the forest tops, and the leaves rustled.
The plan was finalized, and there was no sloppiness between the two. Catherine and Renn split into two groups and prepared to set up the stage.
Renn went to the post office and spent money to ask a certain postman to deliver a letter to Room 7A, Building E, Billy Street. It must be delivered on time at 8 o'clock tonight.
Then Ren returned to this deserted park and stood in the small central square.
He pulled out the Demon Hunting Style 7 long sword, fighting energy condensed in the blade, and the silver-white blade glowed with a cold metallic light.
'Soul-breaking knife·ring blade'
The snow-white sword light flashed across the central square in the abandoned small park. As if blown by a strong wind, the dust on the ground spread to all directions.
"Ka... Kacha~"
Trees broke off one by one, and many shrubs seemed to have been pruned, becoming shorter, and the surrounding trees suddenly became clear.
He retracted the long knife and cleaned the surroundings, and time passed by minute by second.
It was getting late, the breeze was blowing, and Catherine arrived belatedly.
She just went to two places, the Dell Portrait Gallery and the Witcher Association branch.
Putting the self-portrait in the center of the small square, she called to Ren and asked him to use a long knife to poke holes in the floor tiles in an orderly manner. Catherine took off the package on her back and carved the warlock's charms into pieces. Wen's black crystal was buried in it.
Moreover, she also took out a glass jar, which contained some viscous liquid that glowed with red, blue and yellow fluorescent colors. She took out a special black quill pen and began to draw some complex geometric figures on the light field.
Graphics such as six-pointed stars, rectangles, and equilateral triangles formed a complex pattern. She stretched out her hand, and crimson spiritual energy slowly flowed into the complex pattern.
After doing all this, the two retreated to the woods to the side and began to check the equipment.
Renn pressed seven silver-white demon-hunting bullets engraved with sacred texts into the magazine, which was the maximum ammunition capacity, and inserted the magazine into the butt of the gun while adjusting the sight.
He has strong night vision ability, and most extraordinary people's vision is different from ordinary people.
Catherine also pulled out the demon hunting pistol from the leather pants on her left leg. Her gun seemed to have been modified. The gun body was 374 centimeters long and had several rose patterns on it.
She took out three silver-plated demon hunting bullets, and loaded them with three golden translucent special bullets from her burgundy windbreaker. The first four rounds are normal hunting bullets, and the last three rounds are "surprise" rounds.
The moon tonight was shrouded in thin clouds, the stars were dim, and the evening wind blew Ren's black hair. The two looked at each other, turned on the pistol safety, and crouched down, preparing to face the powerful enemy.
The moon is dark and the wind is high, it’s hunting time!
