Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 1103 Killing, First Blood, Abandoned Textile Factory
The bullock cart stopped by a tavern in the small town, and Ren jumped out of the cart and looked around.

Most of the buildings on both sides of the street are a bit dilapidated, the ground is dirty, and sundries such as vegetable leaves, horse manure, and rotten newspapers can be seen everywhere.

The asphalt road in the center is already full of potholes, and there are very few passers-by, all of whom are in a hurry.

"Hello, may I ask..."

After Leon got out of the car, he leaned over to an uncle and was about to ask something.

"what!"

When the uncle saw a stranger approaching him, he screamed in surprise, made a detour to avoid him without saying a word, and trotted away in a flustered footstep.

"..."

Leon scratched his head in embarrassment, and muttered, "It feels a bit wrong. I passed by here for a short time three years ago. This town is quite prosperous."

This is Polk Town, a town based on the textile and cotton wool industry, with a good economy and a population of [-].

"The tide period, the year of turmoil. Understand that, except for the villages and towns near the big cities, other places will gradually weaken."

The old goat jumped out of the ox cart, glanced at the depressed town, and shook his head.

Ren's expression was normal, and he walked towards a tavern on the side of the road.

This world is very dangerous, especially during the tide period, when the free force in the air is very strong and active, most of the sleeping demons will wake up, and the possibility of beast mutation is also greatly increased.

In such an era, human beings must hold together to keep warm, so the population distribution is usually very concentrated.

Around a big city like Melova City, the main city, the Acropolis, small towns and villages are connected in one piece, radiating outward in a ring, prosperous and prosperous, and the fire is cooking oil.

And a small town like Polk Town far away from a big city is sad, and it is destined to slowly weaken.

After all, a mad mid-level or high-level alien beast or demon can seriously threaten the life and property of the residents of the small town.

Now in Polk Town, not to mention ten rooms and nine empties, there are also ten rooms and five empties, a depression.

Conditional residents have basically moved to big cities, and no matter how bad they are, they have to move to the towns around the big cities.

Huddle together to keep warm, this is the law of survival in troubled times.

The old goat pulled the ox cart to a cross log in front of the tavern, tied the rope, and took out a pile of reddish-brown special grass with stems and leaves from the storage ring, and fed it to the blue-eyed bull who was waiting to be fed.

As for water, the tavern will provide it, and there is a large water tank next to the crossbar for the cows and horses to drink, just pay some money before leaving.

Ren and Leon pushed open the special bat door of the tavern and walked in.

The tavern has a large space and is very noisy. The tables and chairs are a bit dilapidated, and there are many wanted posters printed with black and white pictures on the walls. The smell of all kinds of drinks and low-quality cigarettes is filled, and the atmosphere is smoky.

The hustle and bustle continued, the coquettish laughter of scantily clad girls and the shouts of drunkards formed a unique symphony.

There was even a hot girl who lifted her skirt and sat astride an old cowboy's lap.

In front of everyone, the two of them were entangled physically, doing things on the chair.

The people around were not surprised, they drank and chatted as usual, and at most glanced at them from time to time.

"This... is really a downfall."

Leon muttered, as a son of a great nobleman, he seemed to seldom come to such chaotic places, and he blushed a little when he saw this scene.

This kind of phenomenon is actually very normal. In troubled times, it has always been drunk today.

Don't look at this bar as a little run-down and dirty. Those who can come here to drink are not the lowest-level working people.

Grassroots supernatural beings who lick their blood at the knife's edge, and middle-class people with a little spare money at home, these people are qualified to come to the tavern to get drunk and indulge.

As if he heard Leon's words, an uncle in the seat next to him sneered:
"Where did you come from? Come to the tavern without even growing hair. This is a place for pure men to stay! Skinny or underage little boys are not welcome!"

"Ha ha ha ha……"

There was a burst of laughter in the bar, which made Leon a little embarrassed.

Some guests stared at Leon and Ren who had just walked in, with curiosity, vigilance, greed, and even malice in their eyes.

There are quite a few middle- and low-level transcendents in the bar, most of them are bounty hunters, demon hunters, and cowboys, and some people don't mind making a guest appearance as a bandit or killer...

Ren was expressionless, took out the black gun "Sun Wheel", walked to the man who had just laughed at Leon, put the gun against his chin, and said:

"Old smelly (Farolan folk slang, meaning idiot), can you speak human language, do you want me to teach you?"

"Oh, sorry, my fault."

The man turned pale, and immediately raised his hands, apologizing tremblingly.

Ren snorted coldly, turned his palm flexibly, and inserted the gun into the holster around his waist. He turned his head and scanned the people in the tavern, saying:

"What happened to my friend's words? Who the hell has an opinion?"

"..."×N
The guests in the tavern were silent and looked away.

At this time, Ryan was wearing a felt hat, a small yellow leather jacket, gray jeans and black riding boots, and he was dressed like a western cowboy.

Most of the demon hunters who wander around the town hunting have this look.

After seeing the hideous Force gun on his waist, some malicious guests silently looked away.

This kind of demon hunter who pulls out his gun at the slightest disagreement is not a soft persimmon.

Ren took Leon to the bar counter.

The owner of the bar is a fat uncle with a swollen face and a big shaggy beard. He looks quite ferocious, and he still has some force of origin lingering around him.

[Gun Fighter] Occupation, commonly known as "Gunner", this is a third-order peak gunner.

Ryan quickly saw the boss's profession and strength.

Don't underestimate the tavern or inn in the small town, which integrates entertainment, catering and accommodation, trading venues, information exchange, reward tasks, and update of wanted orders.

Anyone who can open a tavern or a weapon shop in the town is a transcendent.

Usually, you must be a third-level transcendent, and have a backer or organization behind it, otherwise how can you deter these mixed guests in the tavern?

"Two guests, what do you need?" The bearded boss asked with a smile.

Ren threw a gold coin on the table and said, "Malt wine, add ice."

Leon said: "Cocktail, elegant lover."

"Spirits, make the giants in the highlands drunk, remember to add orange juice."

At this time, the old goat also came in, muttering.

As soon as he came in, the tavern was quiet for a moment.

The old goat is not as low-key as Ren and Leon. He is wearing a gray magic robe, holding an amethyst scepter in his hand, and two five-petal lilacs on his chest.

This is the mark of a master mage or warlock.

Seeing the shape of the old goat, many people's expressions changed and their eyes shook.

The fourth level is a watershed, and any master-level transcendent is highly respected.

Tier [-] Transcendents, as long as they are not wanted, can automatically obtain the title of court jazz in most countries on the Saigon mainland, and get rid of their status as civilians.

An ordinary Xiao Xiao would not dare to provoke a master.

In fact, the old goat is still clumsy, he is already a temple-level transcendent.

Even the owner of the tavern was shocked when he saw the old goat, with a flattering smile on his fat face, and said:

"My lord, please sit down, the drinks will be ready soon."

The boss's flattery and the awe-inspiring eyes of the guests around him made the old goat very useful. He smiled and straightened his back unconsciously.

This is the card of his Master Nicholas.

"This guy can really pretend."

Leon found an empty seat and sat down, making complaints.

Because he didn't want to be too high-profile, he deliberately took off the golden rose badge on his chest, but his teammates didn't cooperate at all.

"What do you know?"

The old goat blew his beard and stared, and said, "Young man, don't be so rigid, people have to pursue something in life, even if it is meaningless pretense."

Leon: "..."

Ren: "..."

It actually makes sense.

After the old goat taught Leon a lesson, he glanced at the guests in the tavern and said with a sneer:

"Am I right? You bastards! Old smelly!"

"Hahahaha... this master is really temperamental."

"Yeah, we're a bunch of drunks, trash, assholes."

"Master scolded you well, come, let me toast you."

The guests in the tavern were not only not angry when they were scolded, but some even laughed and booed.

This scene made Leon a little dumbfounded.

Ren was not surprised, picked up the beer on the table, and explained:
"If your own strength is not enough, it is better to keep a low profile in the chaotic township. If you are strong, you don't need to be too cautious.

Because this is a group of bullying bitches, there is no need to be too polite to them. "

"..."

Leon was dumbfounded.

As the legitimate son of a noble family, he is not from the bottom like Ren and the old goat, and he does not understand the special customs of these towns.

Ren drank the mellow malt wine and asked, "Hey, have any strange things happened in the town recently? Can you join us for a vote?"

"A mutated tiger appeared in the barren hills to the east, but the Fire Hammer Mercenary Group has already gone hunting, you are late."

"Their group leader, 'Fire Hammer' Adam, is a Tier [-] Berserker, and that beast tiger is dead."

"The daughter of Baron Ruben in the town was taken away by robbers. You can go and pick up the mission. The baron paid a lot of money."

"Don't listen to his nonsense, this happened half a year ago, who knows where his daughter is now, if you look for it for a year, you may not be able to find it.

Don't ask me why I know this, I have been searching for three months, but I haven't found a hair! "

"Hahahaha...too miserable."

"Poor thing, no gold coin has been credited to the account for three months, you're afraid you're going to sell your ass."

The crowd burst into laughter.

The man who had been looking for someone for three months, but found nothing, cursed angrily.

"Well, have you looked for the abandoned textile factory in the south?"

"..."

I don't know who said such a sentence suddenly, causing the audience to fall silent.

There was an eerie silence.

Ren and the old goat raised their eyebrows at the same time, and looked at a well-dressed stripper next to her. It was her who asked this question.

"Stop joking, who dares to go there now?" Someone scolded angrily, with fear in their eyes.

"There lives the devil, the devil! A lot of people in the town, there . . . "

"Okay, don't talk about that! It's bad luck."

Abandoned textile factories seem to be a taboo topic in the small town, let alone to investigate, everyone seems to dare not talk about it.

The prostitute who accidentally said the wrong thing looked flustered and was kicked out by the boss.

'The breath on this woman is not right... a little familiar, which acquaintance? '

A silver light flashed in Ren's eyes, he picked up the wine glass and gestured to Leon.

Leon immediately stood up, ignoring everyone's surprised eyes, and followed the stripper.

After waiting for a while, Ren also stood up, walked to the bearded boss at the counter, and took out the black-patterned gold seal in his pocket and shook it cryptically.

The bearded boss shrank his pupils, his face remained calm, and said:

"Brother wants to stay, right? Follow me to the second floor, as long as you can afford it, there are plenty of good rooms..."

As he spoke, he walked into the bar, and Ren followed him by looking around.

The two stepped up the stairs and entered an empty room on the second floor.

After closing the door, the bearded boss immediately bowed and said respectfully:
"Hello, President! I'm Luo Fu. Excuse me, what's your order?"

He didn't expect to meet the branch president here, the famous Viscount Ackerman, and he couldn't help feeling a little apprehensive.

That's right, the backer behind this fat boss is the Demon Hunters Association, and he is the person in charge of the association in Polk Town.

"Tell me about the abandoned textile factory in the south of the town." Ren said calmly with his hands behind his back.

The bearded boss showed bitterness, rubbed his hands, and said:

"President, I actually don't know about this. I was transferred here three months ago. The previous person in charge went to the abandoned textile factory to investigate the situation and disappeared."

"No information?"

"Yes, something strange happened there three months ago, and then people often disappeared there at night, and even a mercenary group with master-level powerhouses all disappeared there.

After that, no one dared to go there to investigate, there was basically nothing abnormal during the day, and whoever went to die at night..."

Ren listened to the information and frowned in thought.

He didn't want to care about these things.

But he just noticed a familiar smell, it must be some "old friend" playing tricks, maybe, the anomaly in the town has something to do with him...

Downstairs, in front of the bar.

Leon chased out and stopped the stripper.

This woman is not bad, with blue eyes, big golden wavy hair, and big breasts, but the makeup on her face is a bit too gaudy, and she smells of inferior perfume.

Leon whistled and asked, "Beauty, what do you know?"

"My lord, I just accidentally said the wrong thing. I really don't know what happened to the waste textile factory."

The stripper was stopped by him, obviously panicked, and said in a panic.

She wanted to escape, but Leon had to grab her hand, and the two entangled outside the tavern.

"Little ghost, you can't strike up a conversation so rudely, it will scare the girls away."

A man walked out of the bar and said with a smile.

He has brown hair and blue eyes, tall and middle-aged, with a mature, stable and resolute face, giving people a sense of security and reliability.

despair!
Before Leon could reply, Ren jumped from the second floor and landed on the street behind the middle-aged man like a superficial touch.

The corner of Ren's mouth was raised, with a smile on his face, but his eyes looked at the middle-aged man indifferently, and said:

"Are you trying to teach my brother how to pick up girls, why don't you teach me too?"

"Why don't you also teach Master Teach Ben?"

At this time, the old goat also came out of the tavern and stood at the door with a staff in hand.

In this way, the three escape routes on both sides of the street and at the entrance of the bar were all blocked.

The middle-aged man with brown hair and blue eyes shrank his pupils imperceptibly, but still had a warm smile on his face, and said:
"Everyone, I don't mean anything malicious, it's just that this little brother has been holding that girl's hand..."

He seemed to be trying to pretend nothing had happened.

Ren's eyes were indifferent, and he said, "Leon, kill him."

Leon was startled, feeling a little confused, but he was very obedient and didn't ask any questions. He pushed away the stripper next to him, pulled out the cross sword behind his back, and released the silver fighting spirit violently!
Facing the middle-aged man, he slashed down with his sword, and the fighting energy condensed into a ten-foot-long bright sword light that fell down!
Bang!
The middle-aged man's complexion changed, and he raised his right hand. The powerful flame force condensed into a crimson skull-shaped handprint in his palm. Pushing forward, he shattered the incoming sword light!

The aftermath of the sword energy was mighty, mixed with crimson flames, and the guests in the tavern, who were violently colliding with each other, exclaimed in surprise.

"Fuck, master-level powerhouses fight!"

"Run, go through the back door!"

There was a panic in the bar, no one came out to watch the fun, and everyone ran as far as they could.

On the street, after Leon's sword was easily resolved, the middle-aged man seemed to want to retreat.

but……

Ryan: (●—●)
Middle-aged man: Σ(д;)
Seeing Viscount Ackerman standing behind him expressionlessly, he froze.

Oops, surrounded.

Ren stared at the middle-aged man who was sweating coldly on his forehead, shrugged and said:
"Who are you? What's your relationship with that pervert Han Feng?"

Han Feng, the ace killer trained by the underground organization "Night Clown", has the strength of the fourth-order peak.

When Ryan celebrated his 20th birthday last year, he was ambushed by Han Feng, who pierced his chest with a sword and spilled blood on the spot... In the end, the angry Kesha killed the perverted killer with the famous gun "Endless Thunder".

As for the grievances between Mr. Lei and the Night Clown, it's a long story, and it can all be traced back to the time when he founded the Thorn Security Company to wipe out the drug lord Matt...

"I'm Yanshan, the senior manager of the Night Clown."

Seeing that there was no way to escape, the middle-aged man said indifferently, his voice was hoarse and unpleasant, like a night owl.

"Yanshan? Hehe..."

With a kind smile on Ren's face, he waved his hand, "Kill him and divide him into eight parts."

This code name, upon hearing it, has a lot to do with Han Feng.

"learn."

Leon nodded, holding the cross sword horizontally, the silver-white grudge energy in his body gushed out like a storm, and compressed on the sword.

At the same time, with a swipe of his hand, a series of white lightning arcs rolled and wrapped around it, shining so that one's heart palpitated.

This is "Thunder Halo", a skill commonly used by [Knight] professions, which can add elemental power to fighting energy.

There are also general skills such as "Fire Halo", "Storm Halo", and "Ice Halo", so the knight profession is also called Elemental Knight.

Veronica's family has cultivated Red Lotus Dou Qi. To a certain extent, it has almost completely integrated the "flame halo" into the knight profession.

The explosive power and high-temperature destructive effect of Red Lotus Dou Qi far surpassed the flame halo of ordinary knights.

boom!
Leon rushed towards Yanshan, slashing down with the long sword in his hand, the sharp silver light of the sword cut through the void, and the almost shining street was white!
Along the way, the atmosphere was divided into two, and thunder flashed in the void. One can imagine the power of this sword.

Clang!
Yan Shan let out a cold snort, and clasped his hands together, Chi Yan's burning scarlet skull big handprint instantly materialized, clamping the thunder sword light forcibly, unable to fall down!
Then, with both hands, he crushed the sword light, and countless sword qi and electric arcs burst into the air in an instant.

He rushed towards Leon against the aftermath, and the two scarlet skeleton handprints blasted out like heavy artillery. The red flames burned and repulsed the atmosphere in front of him roaring and spreading around!
With an explosive blow, even a ten-story building blocking the path would be instantly reduced to ashes.

Yanshan knew that only Leon was the breakthrough point, and Viscount Ackerman was behind him, so it was not advisable to enter the bar.

Leon's face changed, the opponent's strength was a bit strong, but he didn't panic, the cross sword danced in his hand, and dozens of sword lights intertwined in an instant, accompanied by thunder, flying towards the enemy like a laser net!

Clang clang! !

Yanshan's heavy cone-like scarlet flame skeleton hand shattered the heavy sword light forcefully, and the lightning fighting energy collapsed in circles along the way!

But his body trembled slightly when he was struck by the sword energy, and his charging speed dropped a bit.

This surprised him a little.

This knight kid is stronger than he thought...

Shout out!
Suddenly, there was a sound of sliding chains, and Yan Shan's charge stopped.

He looked down subconsciously, and found that several chains with silver-blue light spots had wrapped around his calves.

At the back of the street, there were several blue space doors shining behind Ren, with chains extending from them. He stared at Yan Shan whose expression had changed drastically, and said:
"Miscellaneous cultivator, who allowed you to escape in front of this king?"

Yan Shan couldn't answer anymore.

At the entrance of the tavern, the old goat finished reciting the mantra, pointed his staff at him, and issued a dissociation technique.

Bang!
The dissociated light leaped more than ten meters in an instant like Qingxia, and hit the chest of Yan Shan, whose legs were bound by iron chains and could no longer dodge!
His body trembled, and he opened his mouth to say something, but his hair, clothes, and skin were instantly gray, and the wind blew gently, and his whole body turned into a pinch of smoke and drifted away!
Leon looked at the ashes and ashes of the enemy, scratched his head and said:

"It's dead, why don't you catch the living ones?"

"It's not necessary, it's just a high-level puppet, and he will explode if he is captured alive." Ren sneered, and the space door behind him closed.

No matter how stupid the Night Clown was, he would never be so arrogant that he thought that sending a puppet would solve him.

Yan Shan, a puppet, just came over to see where he had gone, the real killing game and the highlight were yet to come.

He had offended too many people, and these people really wanted to do something, but they wouldn't make a fuss like just now, and there were a lot of people and buildings in the small town, so it wasn't a suitable place to kill.

The old goat put down his staff, curled his lips and said, "These underground organizations are really rich. They gave up a high-level puppet just to see where you go."

This puppet's combat power is not bad, it should be very precious, and it can barely be regarded as the first drop of blood.

Ren looked at the frightened pale stripper, and said:
"Stay here and lead us the way at night."

…………

The quiet night quickly enveloped everything.

If there is still some popularity in the town during the day, at night it is like a ghost town, completely silent, only the wind howling on the streets, very cold.

On the street, the stripper led the way, and the three of Renn followed behind her.

When we arrived at the southern suburbs of the town, the doors of every house were closed, and we couldn't even see the warm light from the windows. The darkness was terrifying.

The moonlight was dim, and an abandoned factory could be seen a few hundred meters away.

For some reason, the place is gloomy and creepy. The abandoned textile factory is like a giant beast entrenched in the darkness, staring at them with bloodthirsty gray eyes.

"My lord... my lords, can I go back?"

The stripper was wearing thin and revealing clothes, she folded her arms at this time, and said pitifully.

The old goat had no expression on his face, and began to chant in a low voice, Leon clenched the hilt of his sword tightly.

Ren's eyes were indifferent, and he said, "Go back? Didn't you lure us here on purpose?"

"Giggle..."

In front of her, the stripper stopped suddenly. She laughed strangely, and there were bloody skull patterns on her pale face.

She turned her head slowly, her mouth was split open, the skin was broken too much, blood flowed out, and she said with a bloody smile:

"Partners, dinner is ready!"

hum!
The ground trembled slightly, and a layer of thick fog surged from all around. In the darkness, there was a strange movement, and many black shadows flickered strangely and surrounded Ren, the old goat, and Leon.

The moon was obscured by thick fog, and several blue flames ignited in the abandoned textile factory. Many people could be seen indistinctly.

(End of this chapter)