Mystery: The Fool's Witch Angel

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 Weken and disappeared into the dark corridor. Wick put away his windbreaker and Roddy and walked down the street.

Hermione dreamed of her childhood and her sister.

"Dad" has been chattering beside him, instilling the belief that the family is his own responsibility.

My sister sat quietly in front and listened. She moved impatiently and was scolded by her father.

The face that my sister turned around was blurry, and when she looked at her father, his 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. The crimson moonlight outside the window shone 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, and Hermione used the sensitivity brought by the hunter to reach the sky above the house opposite the shadow.

Although most of the abilities have been silenced due to the balance of the brand, the abilities of the hunter path can still be used for a while.

Just when he was about to take action, the opponent suddenly sped forward, followed closely by Hermione, who condensed a ball of compressed white flame in his hand and formed a small firebird to hit the shadow.

The shadow suddenly split into several groups, one of which turned into a shadow to block the flames, and exploded directly on the street.

The loud noise and dazzling white light woke up nearby residents, and the shadows quickly merged back into one and continued to flee.

"It's over, you've caused big trouble. Royce and Diego, who just agreed, have to arrest you first to prove your innocence."

Hermione was thinking about it as she chased after him. A few people were so startled that they saw a white shadow running quickly from 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 has lost a lot of his abilities and has become so weak, but he is still not used to it.

How could he run away like a shadow? Is there some strange magical object?

"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, and Hermione chased it to the vacant lot 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 ball of flames. The huge explosion forced Hermione to first condense a wall of fire to protect the debris behind her.

Otherwise, the fire would spread to the slums, and a disaster would be inevitable. He was arrested for setting fire on the first day he came here.

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.

"I 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, turning into a humanoid silhouette and reverting to a human appearance.

Half of the face was covered in black viscous liquid, the other half was extremely pale, and part of the hair was singed.

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 hunter abilities. 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."