Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 118 115. "Justifiable Defense"【36100】

  Hailford Manor is very large, and there is also a small castle-like building.

   Surrounding the already dilapidated castle, there are gardens, windmills, large stables, servants’ quarters, and even a family opera house with its roof destroyed.

  Although there are weeds all over it now, there are excreta of beasts and monsters everywhere, and there are some dried bones, probably the servants who didn't have time to escape back then.

  Look carefully, there are scars on the bones that make people shudder.

   seems to be bitten by a rodent.

  A group of witch hunters holding torches, scattered around the dilapidated servants’ quarters, constantly throwing flames into the collapsed wooden houses.

  When the house was burning, there was a harsh neighing sound from the house.

   Soon, his body was crooked, his arms twisted, and his cheeks basically maintained a human shape, but the flesh on his body was rotten, and even monsters with black bones rushed out in droves.

  The dry and rotten flesh on their bodies, like biochemical weapons, brings a terrifying stench at the moment they appear, and a mouthful of them will make people dizzy.

  However, the torches thrown around also ignited their bodies.

  Let them look like running human-shaped pillars of fire one by one.

   "The ghouls rushed out! Surround! Surround!"

The old witch hunter headed by    yelled. Under his command, the surrounding witch hunters opened fire one after another, pulling the trigger with a single-shot firearm during World War I.

  The smoke of gunpowder rose in the flurry of bullets.

  There are even a few guys with flintlock muskets like small cylinders in their hands, with burning matchsticks wrapped around their arms, and they look unreliable.

  The weapon technology is backward, and its technical content is uneven, and it is not even comparable to the recruits of Fengming Country in the Suffering Wood Realm. Their weapons are at least the real level of World War I.

  Although it is still a single shot, the minimum accuracy is guaranteed.

  There were also three strong men in armor in the crowd, holding a large warhammer shield, stepping forward to resist, and striking with the shield of a skilled shield large shield to block the ghouls and monsters that were ignited.

  Or simply brute force to push the ghoul who hit it back.

  The burning bone claws slapped on the big shield, splashing sparks, which fully proved how sharp the monster's alienated organs are.

  These ugly and disgusting ghouls are not bad in combat effectiveness. Once they break through a certain farm, it only takes two or three to carry out a massacre in a family.

  They do not have too strange abilities.

  But only with claws, you can tear the body of an adult.

  This is still the lowest level monster.

  Under the slaughter of flames and bullets, more than a dozen ghouls rushed out of the staff dormitory were quickly slaughtered, and there was only one hapless witch hunter who got his foot when he retreated.

  In the blazing fire, the old witch hunter who was in charge of the command stepped forward blankly, and packed a dozen piles of ashes on the ground with a special wooden box he carried.

  These trophies must be divided equally among hunting group members after the war.

  Although these ashes can be ignited to gain abilities, as long as a witch hunter who is a bit pursued, they will not use the ashes of weak monsters like ghouls.

  I don’t say anything about combat effectiveness.

   is mainly too ugly.

   is too disgusting.

  You can’t choose to burn ashes to exchange ability. Every monster has two or three kinds of alienation. This thing is just like a roulette lottery. What you get depends on your face.

  In case, it is the stinking power of the ghoul.

  It might as well not be.

   "Go to the next one."

  The experienced witch hunter glanced back at the servant dormitory that had been burned out, and then prepared to take his companions to hunt in the next area.

  But as soon as he started carrying the box, there was a harsher scream in the burning ruins behind.

  The flames rose in the ruins, and the ashes were rushed into the air. The old hunter was shocked and rolled forward decisively, dodge the sharp claws stabbed behind him.

  The black alienated claws cut the ground apart and cut it to pieces, and the unconcealable stench exploded, making the shield fighters who catch up to support dizzy.

  The attacking monster crouched, like an ordinary ghoul attacking, but it had black bone claws the size of more than half of its body.

  There are also withered yellow cloth strips wrapped around the body, highlighting the hideous bone spurs outside the body.

   and the odor toxin that has formed substantial green smoke all over the body have all proved its identity.

   Predator.

  Alienized species that may be born in the lair of ghouls.

   Level three monsters.

  If you alienate again, you may alienate into a more dangerous ghoul king.

   Seeing the gadget rush out, the surrounding witch hunters decisively turned around and ran away. Although they were also experienced in battle, they could not deal with the gadget.

  The speed of the predator is as fast as the wind, and the power erupting in the rickety body is enough to shred steel frontally, especially the alienated claws, carrying corpse poison.

  It also has the ability to spread malodorous toxins. It continues to stay here, and it will soon be slaughtered by it one by one.

  The abandoned old hunter is also calm.

  He was lying on the ground, watching the disgusting monster crawling over like a beast, he knew he could not escape, let alone blamed the companions who abandoned him.

  It's not that they don't want to save.

  This **** world has already taught these survivors what reality is. The result of a rush of brains is that one could have died.

  Two are going to die now.

  The old man over half a hundred years old grabbed a bone-grinding dagger from his waist, and took out his own pistol in the other hand, like a real cowboy.

  Even if you die, you have to bite this monster!

"boom"

   Just when the old hunter was about to fight desperately, a blast sounded behind him, and the ghoul predator rushed towards him and jumped a step back quickly, avoiding the attacking shotgun.

  The steel ball hit the ground, the dust flew horizontally, and then there were a few more explosions. The projectile exploded in a small area and rubbed the alienated flesh and blood of the predator, and did not cause much damage.

"monster!"

   Niu Hanhan, who rushed towards this side, slapped the shotgun bullets in his hand, threw the weapon to the ground, roared, and rushed towards the predator with his bare hands.

  This naive face only promises when facing the human race.

  But when facing these monsters, they always strike out with uncharacteristically uncharacteristically.

"do not go!"

  The old hunter watched the two-meter-high big man rushing towards the predator and hurriedly shouted, but Han Han ignored him at all. In fact Han Han didn’t understand them at all.

   With a simple, happy roar, he punched the quick-moving predator.

Unsurprisingly, he was easily scattered by the opponent, the monster jumped behind Hanhan like lightning, waved his paws, and planned to give Hanhan a craniotomy.

"boom"

  The sharp ghost claws hit the back of the naive and smooth head, making a sound like steel clamoring, and the counter-shock force shook the predator’s body.

   But mediocre but doesn't care.

  He grabbed the gap of the ghoul, clasped his left hand on the predator’s sharp, corpse-poisoned claws, and threw it over his shoulder with a standard fierce, smashing the monster to the ground.

   Naive and very happy.

  He seemed to like to fight with these "monsters" very much, so he grabbed the claws of the screaming ghoul predator, threw it horizontally like a cloth bag seven or eight times.

   raised his leg again, and slammed it down at the ghoul like a heavy hammer.

   After stepping on it more than a dozen times, Han Han let out a regretful lament.

  The ghoul predator in his hand has been hammered and its limbs are broken, and it seems to be burning, turning into a ball of shiny ashes gathered in a pit on the ground.

   Naked and rubbed his bald head. He hasn't played with it yet, and the monster is dead, really unbeatable.

   "Over there, over there! And there!"

  Lao Jiang’s new dog leg, Cowboy Huck carried four or five pockets, ran over under the cowboy hat, dancing and making gestures to the burning opera house.

   signaled that there are still powerful monsters over there, which can satisfy the silly fighting desire that is nowhere to be placed.

  He himself took out a new bag and filled up the ashes of the predator on the ground. These are the trophies of Master Jiang, a brave and terrifying follower and warrior.

After   , it must be handed over to the master.

  Although the bald warrior beside the master seemed to have a bad head, his combat power was really terrifying, making Huck who was the guide along the way stunned.

   melancholy, touching his head, ran towards the opera house.

  Huck packed up the spoils and ran there, but was stopped by the old hunter who had escaped. He sincerely placed the wooden box containing the ashes under Huck’s feet.

   took off the cowboy hat again and said to Huck:

   "Bloodlord saved me, these are just rewards."

   "The master certainly looks down on these low-level ashes."

  Huck curled his mouth, rubbed his hands again, and said:

  "But after all, it is your apology. I am embarrassed not to accept it.

  You will take it first, and give it to me afterwards. By the way, you look great. Are you interested in joining our Sals Hunting Group? I am very short of a good player like you now.

   is not me, but we do serve a master witch hunter, this is a rare honor. "

——

  The master in Huck's mouth, the "witch hunter" Jiang Xia from the East, is also going through battle.

  But his opponent is a bit strange.

   "Hey, you, the weapon in your hand, hand it over!"

  Wandering around in the manor, Jiang Xia, who was walking around, was blocked in a corner by four or five people with weird dresses, and they were not welcome.

  The call is for Jiang Xia’s exquisite silver-gray revolver.

  Everyone knows the goods well.

  Know that this is a good thing.

   "This is what I was paid in advance."

   Jiang Xia touched the conspicuous revolver hanging around her waist, reached out her hand to remove the cigarette from her mouth, spit out the smoke ring, and said:

   "I like it very much, but I can't give it to you. Besides, I am a master witch hunter. Shouldn't you people of bloodline see me be more respectful?"

   "Hehe, the master of farts!"

  The guy headed by four or five people pushed his cowboy hat, a knife-like spark popped up on his finger, and said with a sneer:

  "You slanderer may not know that there is mutual induction among bloodliners. You are not a bloodliner at all, and naturally it is impossible to be a master.

  You are just a sad liar!

  You are not worthy of the weapon left by Master Fleming, hand it over! Or we will do it ourselves. "

  "嘁"

  Jiang Xia's smile on her face narrowed, and she curled her mouth, threw the cigarette in hand at her feet, stomped it out with one foot, moved her shoulders, and mobilized her spiritual power in her body.

  Sacrifice determination is ready to go.

  He looked at the few blood vessels in front of him and said:

  "People in this world of you are really unfriendly. It seems that if you want to communicate with you, you have to change to a language that you can understand."

"boom"

  Self-destructive three-point violent, the mud under Jiang Xia's feet exploded.

  The blue arc winding on the left arm, with the sound of a sharp blade out of the sheath, like a residual shadow pulling an electric current, throwing a zigzag movement.

   crossed several meters in an instant, as if flashing, fell behind the two people surrounded by him.

  "Click, click"

  The silver-gray arm knife that pops up on the arm, such as the mantis stretching its arms after hunting, the high-speed vibrating blade, swinging up and down twice with a sense of technology.

  On the recurved blade.

  There is blood dripping down.

  The windbreaker on Lao Jiang's body was also broken and scattered like butterflies at this moment.

  At the moment he turned around, the bodies of the two bloodliners behind him seemed to have been cut open with a sickle. The flesh and blood had not yet been splashed out, and the body that had lost its vitality collapsed like it had been ignited.

  In less than three seconds, it became two luminous ashes.

   Jiang Xia retracted the arm knife into his arm.

   Looking back at the three bloodliners who turned and ran, he took a good time to pop a cigarette, dang it on his mouth, and then stretched out his left hand toward them who were escaping, spreading his five fingers.

  On the left-eye prosthetic body, three cursors are locked to the target, and the four capacitors in the arm prosthetic body are discharged at the same time, and three dazzling arcs are like the trident thrown by Thor.

  The electric current bursting from the fingertips is divided into three parts.

  Under the conversion of the remote discharge module, it penetrates the air at high speed and hits the three escaped bloodliners.

   Tens of thousands of mega-amps of high-voltage electricity made them tremble all over.

  Black smoke came up from her body, and she fell to the ground, convulsing endlessly.

  "Call"

  The lighter rang softly, and Jiang Xia let out a smoke ring.

  From the thigh holster, he pulled out his beloved large-caliber revolver, stepped forward, looked down at the female bloodline who wanted to ask for mercy, but was speechless in the convulsions.

  Lao Jiang looked at the woman up and down.

  Well, he has a good figure, and this face is quite charming, which reminds him of the energetic Nordic ladies he has seen in his previous life.

  He admired this weak beauty, and put his finger on the trigger.

  Looking at those pleading eyes, he whispered:

  "I’m really not a master witch hunter, but I think I’m much more dangerous than the rule-abiding them, what do you think? Hush hush, don’t howl, be quiet and decent, girl.

  Don't show the innocent face of this victim, let alone accuse me of being a thug.

do not forget.

  It's you guys, I'll trouble you first.

  I am just defensive. "

"boom"

  (End of this chapter)