Infinity from the giant

You can search for "Unlimited Search Novels from Giants (www.soxscc.com)" in Baidu to find the latest chapters!"Don't worry, you tell all the information, we will fight tonight." Catherine said coldly.

Wren frowned when he heard that, "The Red Witch" was very powerful. He didn't think the two of them could solve her, but Catherine seemed confident.

John sighed and told the follow-up. This was the dream he had during the few days when he was possessed by the resentful spirit. This part of the content was a little frightening.

After moving to Billy Street, Igor and Claire had an agreement not to allow her to harm others, and she agreed.

The two were very affectionate and lived like this for three years, because Claire is a Scarlet Witch (Tier 4), a high-level transcendent, and she has modified her body and failed to get pregnant, but although the two have no children, But the life is still very happy and sweet.

She worked hard to act as a virtuous wife. After she stopped developing various potions and alchemy, 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 he had a stable job.

Unpredictable weather, this ordinary and sweet day was finally broken. One day, the artist was in a car accident and was hit by a steam car to his death. The story ended here with a fault.

When the picture reappeared, it was in a hall where the decoration was very luxurious.

The first thing that catches the eye is a lighting lamp suspended from the ceiling by a chain-an urn-shaped chandelier made of glass from the Kingdom of Bokemia, and the one made of Sierna Island (the northern islands A) A fireplace made of marble.

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, closed eyes, and he was about thirty years old.

He was wearing a small blue suit, no tie, and a white shirt inside.

It was the corpse of the painter Igor, who was embroiled, with superb craftsmanship, dressed in his usual clothes, as if he was just asleep.

On the ground is a complicated six-pointed star witch formation, portrayed by blood, scarlet blood flows slowly, exuding a mysterious red glow.

You can see that there are still a few corpses in the corner by the fireplace, including adults and children, and they seem to be a family.

All are corpses, palms are like dead branches, their bodies are deformed, and the expressions on their faces are extremely distorted. It can be seen from their gorgeous clothes that this is a wealthy family.

As "he" stood up, the room suddenly screamed with anger and thunder. The chandeliers flashed and extinguished quickly.

The room went dark, and then the red light lit up. She was wearing a black dress, standing aside, her expression mad, red psychic energy enveloped her.

Pieces of semi-substantial petals spread out from the blood ring behind her, like a blooming blood lotus!Countless black and red chains stretched out of the flower buds, entwining "him".

She picked up a painting, which was the painter's self-portrait. The black and red chains pulled "him" into the portrait, and she could still hear her muttering:

"Forever, never separate, even if you become a ghost, I will stay with you!"

The picture went dark and the dream ended.

John was dripping with cold sweat and licked his dry lips: "I suspect that I dreamed of the painter's memory. That woman was crazy. She killed the family that killed her husband, not even the child! She! Turned him into a ghost!"

Rennes and Catherine looked at each other, and he said, "Mr. John, don't go out today, things will come to fruition soon."

The two who had obtained the information quickly left here. There was not much time. It was not clear whether Claire was monitoring John. They might have to act immediately.

Catherine took Wren to a deserted park outside Billy Street, where there were many dusty stone tables and chairs, and sculptures with broken paint.

The two stood under a weedy maple tree, and Ren lowered his voice and said: "Are you sure we can kill her with the two of us alone? The other party is a Tier 4 witch!

The Red Witch seemed to offend the Church of Illumination, so we should tell them the news.Let Michelle come in, we'll be on the sidelines, and we can just yell good while eating popcorn."

Catherine sorted her bangs, her eyes slyly: "It's unnecessary, Michelle'Sword of Saint White' is not from Farolan. Three years have passed and he left early.

If I guessed correctly, she is very weak now, I am afraid she can't play Tier 4 combat power."

"A skinny camel is bigger than a horse. We may be able to protect ourselves, but it might be unrealistic to kill her. I think it's better to tell the church people, and it's safer to do it together." Renn shook his head, two third-tier A powerful witcher was too reckless to be a Tier 4 witch.

It's better to call a few more people and stand side by side, anyway, this task is no longer the black hunter can solve.

Leapfrogging challenges are actually very difficult. Under normal circumstances, the chances of winning are not great, and the more so in the later stages.

Catherine gritted her teeth and stomped her feet bitterly: "Why are you so timid!" www.qbxsw.com

"It's not timid, it's obedience to your heart! You are not a master hunter, why, do you think you are a genius and can challenge you?!

No problem, why don't you go up and tear her up, I will cheer you on the sidelines."Ryan rolled his eyes and teased, is this girl too bloated?

Angrily on her face, Catherine's chest rose and fell for a while, and it took a while to calm down: "I beg you, I want to advance to Tier 4, and I need to find a way from her."

Confused, Rehn's face was weird: "You are not much better than me in Tier 3, right? How can you be promoted to Tier 4?"

"Hmph, don't 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." Rennes moved slightly.

He is a bit embarrassed because he is not strong enough.

"It's very simple. Just stay here and wait. I found her fatal weakness. We can..." Catherine told him the detailed plan.

A quarter of an hour later, Renne "suddenly" looked at her with admiration: "Retract what you thought of you before, you have a big chest, but you have a brain."

Unbearable, Catherine reached out and grabbed Ren's ear, and yelled in his ear: "Boy, do you want to piss me off and then inherit my demon hunting suit?"

He slapped her hand off, and Ren stepped back a few steps with a look of disgust: "I hope you haven't lied to me. There is such a way to become stronger quickly. It always feels like you are fooling me. If it doesn't work..."

Catherine stared at him: "If it doesn't work, I can always give you 6 bottles of natural source."

Ren was speechless, the damn rich woman, really wanted to rob her.

It was already dusk, the sunset on the horizon had reddened half of the sky, the wind blew across the forest, and the leaves rustled.

The plan was finalized, the two did not have any muddles, Catherine and Wren were divided into two groups, ready to set up the stage.

Wren went to the post office and spent a sum of money for a postman to deliver a letter to Room 7A, Building E, Billy Street. It must be delivered on time tonight at 8 o'clock.

Then Ren returned to this deserted park and stood on the small square in the center.

He drew out the Demon Hunting 7-style long knife, his fighting spirit was condensed in the blade, and the silver-white blade was glowing with metallic cold light.

'Soul Broken Blade·Ring Blade'

The snow-white blade light flashed, and the blade light flashed across the central square in the abandoned small park, as if being blown by a strong wind, the dust on the ground spread to the surroundings.

"Crack...crack~"

Trees were cut off, and many shrubs were cut short as if they had been pruned, and the surrounding trees were immediately cleared.

He retracted the long knife and swept the surroundings, time passed by.

It was late and the breeze was blowing, and Catherine was late.

She just went to two places, the Dell Portrait Gallery and the branch of the Witch Hunter Association.

Putting the self-portrait in the center of the small square, she greeted Ren and asked him to use a long knife to pierce holes in the floor tiles in an orderly manner. Catherine took off the package on her back and engraved pieces of warlock charms. Wen's black crystal was buried in it.

In addition, she took out a glass jar containing some viscous liquids with red, blue and yellow fluorescent lights. She took out a special black quill pen and began to draw some complex geometric figures on the light field.

The six-pointed stars, rectangles, and equilateral triangles formed a complex pattern. She stretched out her hand, and the crimson psychic energy slowly flowed into the complicated pattern. These patterns gradually faded and faded.

After doing all this, the two retreated to the woods aside and began to check their equipment.

Renn pressed seven silver-white demon hunting bullets with engraved holy texts into the magazine, which was the maximum ammunition capacity, and inserted the magazine into the butt while adjusting the scope.

He has a strong night vision ability, and the vision of the extraordinary is mostly different from ordinary people.

Catherine also pulled out the Demon Hunter's pistol on her left leg leather pants. Her gun seemed to have been modified. The gun was 374 cm long and had a few rose patterns on it.

She took out three silver-plated magic hunting bullets, took out three golden translucent special bullets from the burgundy small windbreaker and filled them in.The first four rounds are normal hunting bullets, and the last three rounds are "surprise".

The moon tonight is shrouded in thin clouds, the stars are dim, and the evening breeze blows Ren's black hair. The two glanced at each other, opened the pistol insurance, squatted down, and prepared to face the powerful enemy.

The moon is black and the wind is high, the hunting moment!