Fellow Daoists, Would You Like To Buy Gatling?

  Chapter 120 117. Spiritualism【38100】

  The noise during the day becomes calmer as the night falls.

  After a hunt, the witch hunters held a bonfire outside the manor. There was no good food and no particularly good wine.

  But for these guys who lick blood with the knife head, the atmosphere is enough.

  They gathered around the bonfire, drank alcohol, and talked horribly familiar things. Unfortunately, those who lost their companions were depressed, but it did not affect their fun-seeking.

  Decades after the disaster of monsters fell, the survivors have all learned to be realistic and happy in time. They are witch hunters who live by hunting monsters.

  But no one understands the world better than them.

  They are just struggling.

  The number of monsters in the old continent has exceeded the total number of survivors in the new colony. The ocean and the watch lighthouse on the coast of the new colony cannot stop them forever.

  Once the monsters attack on a large scale, the new colony will fall in a moment.

  They are still alive, not because they are great.

  Not because they are lucky, this kind of illusion that can sustain life is based on the "kindness" of monsters.

  But the question is, do monsters have that stuff?

  So, when you are still happy, be happy. Maybe you open your eyes tomorrow and you can witness the end of the monsters rushing across the strait and flooding the new colony.

  They drink heavily and try to paralyze their fear with alcohol, or on the contrary, let themselves be lured by alcohol and drown themselves in the depths of the sea of ​​fear.

  Once a person is drunk, natural control decreases.

  Some men and women who don’t know each other hooked up their shoulders and walked into the dark forest next to them, and then there were voices that made people think.

  It’s very lively.

  Lao Jiang’s dog-legged son Hake became a distinguished person of blood, and was soon accepted into his own circle by the few surviving blood.

  Fortunately, he was drunk. The rich woman of female bloodline who bought weapons from Jiang Xia at a big price fell in love with him, and the two of them started an indescribable business in the forest.

  Huck has a wife.

  Bah.

  Scumbag!

  But this is their way of life.

  Su watched all this coldly.

  This warrior from the wasteland refused several girls’ active invitations. He just sat by the campfire and drank inferior drinks. He was observing these witch hunters.

   Then he came to a conclusion.

  Witch hunters in this world, although they have very unscientific power, their way of life is no different from that of warriors in the Wasteland.

  To say the difference, it may be that Su and the others have already experienced the end, and these witch hunters are still welcoming the arrival of the end.

  Su quietly turned on his prosthetic eye camera and recorded the scene before him.

  Rogge might like these cultural landscapes that are different from the wasteland.

   and naive This club is also very happy, his happiness is very simple, the few drunk girls who were rejected by Su, stared at this burly bald man.

  They used food to lure Hanhan to go to the forest, seeming to want to try the "new dishes".

   Naive is a little stupid.

  But he still has the instinct that a man should have.

   So soon, the naive and happier became happier, judging from the slutty screams of the fascinated chicks, they were also very happy.

  As for Liu Hui.

  It is probably the most industrious employee under Jiang Xia's command. This will have gone to the deepest part of the forest, looking for more traces of monsters. It has not forgotten that it owes a lot of money to the boss.

  This will work hard and pay off those debts quickly.

Where is Jiangxia?

  What will Jiang Xia do?

  He is also enjoying happiness.

  However, this kind of happiness is not the same as that of witch-hunters. Boss Jiang has broken away from low-level interests and is enjoying the elegant joy of learning.

  There was also a small bonfire next to the Countess’s big carriage. Jiang Xia was sitting there, watching the old hunter Saen on the opposite side carefully, and doing simple attachments to the guns that Jiang Xia had sold.

  Old San’s expression is very ugly.

  Of course.

  He was sold by Jiang Xia.

  Previously, he promised those rich bloodlines that he would attach spirits to weapons, but Jiang Xia would not do this, so the promise made can only be fulfilled by the old hunter.

   "These nicks have you tried to attach spirits before?"

  Old Saen picked up Jiang Xia’s HK rifle. In the light of the fire, he rubbed the body of this simple and atmospheric gun, and soon discovered that there were nicks left on the body of the gun.

  He looked at Jiang Xia and said:

  "Is this your imitation?"

"Um."

   Jiang Xia cocked her legs and said:

   "I copied the witch hunting weapon's notch, but after carving it out, there was no effect at all."

   "How can a simple nick be effective?"

  The lady who was sitting on the other side chuckled, she would not wear a veil, the fire shining on her pale skin, giving her the anger that a girl deserves.

  Miss Helya played with the porcelain bottle Jiang Xia gave her, and explained in a low voice:

  "Spiritology is the way of controlling magic power that the earliest witch hunting masters learned from monsters. Since it is controlling magic power, there must be a carrier.

  I think you are also very curious, why does the Vaslow Witch Hunt keep offering a reward for the ashes of low-level monsters?

  The answer is simple.

  This is more than just cleaning up new colonies and defending civilians.

  The low-level ashes that no one pays attention to have a deeper effect.

  Ashes can not only bring strange bloodline abilities to the witch hunter, it is also a very important enchanting material, and only these magical ashes, with different nicks, can give the weapon a demon effect.

  My father knows this well.

  He is not only a master witch hunter, but also a master of spirit possession.

  Unfortunately, I did not inherit his talent. "

  Miss Helya’s explanation, Old Saen had already started work, Jiang Xia relied on the chip to re-engrave the marks on the gun body very accurately, and Old Saen did not need to modify it.

  He brought a somewhat worn monocle, took out a few tool pens, and grabbed a handful of ashes that glowed like embers from the side pocket.

  That is the remaining ashes of the ghouls.

  The most dishonest witch hunter in the local area would not choose such ashes for adventure. Hey, it’s another damn, face-seeking world.

  If disgusting ghouls with corpse smell all over their bodies can talk.

   will definitely use ancestral swear words to greet the **** of these appearance associations.

  In Jiang Xia's gaze, Old Saen carefully used a golden stick like a brush, stained some ashes, and brushed on those nicks.

  He brushed very carefully, covering every part of the nick, then picked up a crystal bottle with green liquid, took out a few drops of liquid with a dropper, and dropped it on the nick.

  The painted ashes immediately began to glow, as if being stimulated.

  This step seems to be very important. Old Saen turned the gold stick over, and the other end was a drawing pen with diamonds, which was also stained with ashes.

  In the middle of several nicks, a few thin lines were drawn back and forth to connect the nicks together.

  As the halo flows, the individual notches are magically connected into a whole.

  The faint aura, covering and circulating on the gun.

   made Jiang Xia's eyes widened.

  This is not over yet, there is one last step.

  Old Saen put down the golden rod, took out a personal seal from his tool box, and mobilized his own magic power to infuse it.

   Carefully pressed it in the ashes, as if painted with ink, and then pressed the seal in the center of a few shiny nicks.

  As the magical power reverberated, smoothing out the weak aura of restlessness, the light on the surface of the gun dimmed as soon as the seal was picked up.

  It still seems to be the same as before.

  But the inside is different.

  "The production of the low-level demon-killing engraving is very simple. It only needs three runes. Relying on the magic power of ashes, it can add the lower-level demon-killing power to this weapon.

  Its magic power is enveloped in the gun body, so that every bullet fired will be temporarily added with a demagic effect, and the lethality of low-level monsters will be enhanced.

  But this is only an entry-level application of spiritism. "

  Old Saen picked up the gun and made a decent aiming action. He said:

   "It's a pity this good gun.

  Its amazing destructive power should be worthy of better engraving, such as flesh and blood, or spirit gathering blasting, but your recklessness has turned this spirit gun that could have been a fine product into an inferior product. "

   "I didn't know how."

  Jiang Xia smiled, and was not angry because of Old Saen’s words. He took out the demon-killing revolver from his waist, put it in his hand, and asked the old hunter:

  "What about this gun? You said that this gun is Master Fleming's gun. I think the spirit attached to it must be very advanced, right?"

   "That is natural."

  Old Saen picked up another classic Colt 1911 and began to engrave the spirit with a carving knife. While working, he said:

"This gun was hand-made by the master, and it was a gift for the young lady on her seventh birthday. The master used the gun on the gun with'Ghost Deletion','Holy Power Gathering','Spirit Gathering Blasting', and'Evil Retreat' 'Four high-level spirits.

   gives it the ability to suppress ghost-type monsters, and it can also dispel low-level monsters, especially the complex high-level enchantment formation of ‘Holy Power Gathering’.

   allows it to automatically absorb magic from the outside world.

  You don’t need to use your own magical power to inspire self-defense for ordinary people, and the engraving of evil retreat can disperse weak monsters within 120 feet of the whole body. "

   "No wonder I took it with me and swaggered around in the manor several times, but no monster came up to **** me."

   Jiang Xia pursed her mouth, worried about the pistol in her hand, and said:

   "I thought it was my luck, but it was all because of it."

  While speaking, Jiang Xia looked at the delicate little revolver in his hand with some regret. He turned his head and threw the gun to the lady who started to doze next to him.

  The latter looked at the pistol in his arms in amazement, and looked at Jiang Xia suspiciously.

  Lao Jiang dropped a cigarette, raised his leg, and said slowly:

   "I don't know your father.

  But I know his intention to give you this gun as a gift. I love money very much, but it’s not bad enough to grab a girl’s birthday gift.

   Take it back.

  It must be of great significance to you, and your father should have left other weapons, just give me another one. "

  Lao Jiang’s words complicate the lady's expression.

  She glanced at Uncle Saen who was working with her head down, and said softly:

   "There are monsters under the castle, and they are powerful. I won't lie to you, a stranger.

  My family has already been defeated after my father left. The weapon remuneration paid to the witch hunters today is the last legacy of the Haierford family.

  Even if you help us get rid of the monster, besides the enchantment book left by my father, I can't pay you more. I think, a character like you, will not pursue ordinary money, right?

  That thing.

  I have a lot. "

   "It doesn't matter, just have that book."

   Jiang Xia looked at the lively bonfire party over the witch hunter, he said:

  "This trip, I have earned enough. If you feel sad, why not tell me about these ashes, their classification and mystery.

  I am very interested. "

  "This is nothing to say. Any monster that is alienated by dark magic will produce ashes, no matter how advanced the ashes are, the bloodline abilities obtained after being burned are very rudimentary.

  It requires your constant practice to increase your power. "

  The old Saen by the campfire did not look up. The old butler who was wearing a tuxedo and combing his hair was meticulous and not leaking, and the skillful old butler said in a low voice:

  "The biggest problem with this kind of primitive ashes is that its ability to grant is random, like a ghoul, you burn the sharp bone claws that may be alienated, but there is also a high chance of getting a corpse odor.

   Even if you conquer a powerful monster and burn it rashly, it is very likely that you will only get the lowest level of physical enhancement.

  This is a job of betting on luck.

  Smart people like you must understand that playing cards at the same table with fate without preparation is not courage, but stupidity.

   Recklessly burning the ashes indiscriminately, in order to obtain the necessary blood abilities for good luck, is definitely a madman’s approach.

  At present, the safest method is to obtain the ashes left by the dead witch hunters from the channel of the witch hunt. Their ashes have the ability to be fixed, and they will be inherited completely as long as they are burned.

  Minimize the risk, and there is still room for selection.

   After all, no matter how powerful a witch hunter is, there is always a limit to the pain that can be endured. "

  As he finished the attachment of the spirit, he raised his head and looked at Jiang Xia.

Say:

   "But reducing the risk means that the price is expensive. That is a luxury game in our world that ordinary people can't afford to play."

  "Expensive things are not necessarily good, but good things are definitely expensive. Anyone should understand this."

  Jiang Xia nodded, glanced at the castle in the dark night, and changed the subject, and asked:

   "Is there enough sacrifices?"

"Um."

  Old Saen nodded. He didn’t want to say too much about this question, so he said vaguely:

   "The magic wind direction in the manor has become cold enough, and it is enough to open the seal."

   "Your Haleford family and the Vaslow Witch Hunting Club have such a good relationship. If you come back to do something big this time, those witch hunt masters won't come to help?"

   Jiang Xia played with the cigarette in her hand and said:

   "Could it be the appearance of brotherhood? Or is there something hidden in this matter?"

   "You have too many questions."

  Old Saen whispered:

  "This is the internal affairs of the Helford family. Witch hunters want to help, and I won't let them intervene."

   "Well, then I won't ask."

  Lao Jiang’s gaze turned back and forth between Miss Helya and Old San several times. He spread his hands and said straightforwardly:

   "I said in advance that if things go wrong, my people and I will retreat immediately. We are here to do business, not to kill our lives."

   "Well, I can understand."

  Old Saen dropped the wood into the bonfire, and amidst the crackling flames, he said:

"Do not worry."

   "This time, sure."

  (End of this chapter)