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The death of the voodoo priest did not change the expression on Father Regba's face in the slightest.

As a **** who believes in fear, he is obviously not a good god.

His eyes were withdrawn from the twisted corpse of the sacrificial sacrifice. Father Regba looked at the little wolf girl in front of him. To be precise, it was the twisted person behind her. He could feel the twisted power of the other party, even as a god. some influence.

"..."

As the deity of the local religion and not the power to fight, Father Regba's power may not be as strong as that of Twisted Man in some respects.

"Once the gate of the [Spiritual World] is opened for too long, the key will collapse, and I will lose the power of the [gatekeeper]."

Father Regba's words already represent a compromise.

He had to do this. In the current situation, Voodoo's plan was only one step away from success, which was related to the rise of God Loa.

"Very well, in fact, Loa's plan does not conflict with the club's goals. Darkness rises, and all those who are sleeping will wake up..."

Hearing Father Regba's words, Vivian showed a sweet smile in front of the twisted man, and was about to say something.

boom!

Accompanied by a deafening sound of gunfire.

The little wolf girl's body seemed to have been hit heavily, and flew out screaming.

"Meet again, wolf cub!"

The fire of cigars loomed in the voodoo church.

Geralt appeared in it, holding the Demon Hunter in one hand, and said to Vivian with a grin.

"..."

Inside the church, the witcher made a sudden move, making the whole situation take a turn for the worse.

He lowered his head and watched as the witcher was shot and flew out, the little wolf girl Vivian, whose body was scorched black as if burned by the fire.

The Twisted Man twisted his neck and opened his **** mouth full of sharp teeth towards Geralt's direction and let out a sharp, twisted roar like a bayonet.

boom!

Raising the Demon Hunting Gun in his hand expressionlessly, Geralt closed his eyes, accompanied by another deafening gunshot.

A silver-white bullet flew out from the muzzle, and under the impetus of the flame, the rune on the surface flashed with golden light, hitting the twisted man who was screaming on the opposite side.

Hit by the silver bullet, the twisted figure of the Twisted Man seemed to be hit hard in an instant.

I saw countless distorted images flashing on its body. In the image, the distorted people sometimes roared, sometimes bent, and sometimes walked, but they seemed to be firmly trapped in place and could never break free.

"Do you think that after the last time, I will find you without any preparation?"

After shooting this shot, the witcher slowly opened his eyes, looked at the twisted man with countless impressions flashing on his body, and said hoarsely.

[Exorcism Bullet] This is an existence that even one of the seventy-two demon gods, Sai Gong, is afraid of. Although it cannot completely kill the demon god, it can cause damage to its sustenance in reality. Once the sustenance is destroyed, Even the devil will be driven out of the real world.

In front of him, the appearance of the distorted person is the situation where the sustenance of reality has been harmed.

It's a pity, after the big purge, the Demon Hunter's [Exorcism Bullet] was running out. Otherwise, he wouldn't have said much to [Sai Gong] in the morning bar, and he would just send it back to his hometown.

Using the [Exorcism Bullet] to trap the twisted man, the witcher came to the little wolf girl and stepped on her thin body. said.

"Wolf cub, long time no see, do you miss me? I'm thinking about it all the time..."

"Blow your head off."

"Ow~"

At the foot of the witcher, the little wolf girl raised her slender arms and tore at the witcher's boots. Everything seemed to return to that night in the Devil's Forest more than a year ago.

At that time, she was also cornered by the witcher.

If it wasn't for the appearance of the twisted person, who brought her to the grotesque club, perhaps she would have already died under the opponent's gun.

It's a pity that at the moment, the existence that once rescued him at the beginning seems to be a little difficult to protect himself at the moment.

Looking back from the twisted man not far away, Vivian bared her teeth and roared at the witcher.

The next second, along with the roar, pieces of black fur began to appear on her face, the charred skin burned by the bullets quickly healed, and the bones of her hands and feet became slender and her legs were folded. Her appearance instantly turned ugly and ferocious. During her time at the Weird Club, she had fully mastered her abilities.

boom!

However, it has not waited for Vivian to completely transform into a werewolf.

The witcher on her body pulled the trigger without hesitation, the mysterious rune on the witcher gun flashed a strong light, and the next moment a bullet accurately penetrated the little wolf girl's head.

A headshot.

Vivian's roar stopped abruptly, and the body that had been transformed into a werewolf also changed back to the appearance of a little girl with death, and a **** bullet hole in her head was clearly visible.

"Say hello to your mother for me, wolf cub."

Looking down at Vivian with wide eyes and a dead expression on her face, Geralt said in a low voice.

Turning his head to look at the twisted person in front of him, the other party seemed to sense Vivian's death, and the image that was twisted back on his body became more intense, and cracks began to appear on the surface of the twisted umbrella in his hand.

"Don't be angry, because soon I will send you to reunite with her."

He took out a silver bullet from his arms and put it into the witch hunter, Geralt said while looking at the twisted man who was struggling.

However, before the witcher could shoot, there was a sudden burst of footsteps from outside the church.

Immediately afterwards, a few guys with hoods covering their faces broke in.

"This is?"

Outside the church ~www.readwn.com~ The moment they heard the sound of gunfire, everyone in the BSI team reacted.

The voodoo believers who were kneeling rushed in with exclamations, but what happened in front of them was obviously beyond their imagination.

Seeing the crowd rushing into the church, the witcher subconsciously turned the muzzle at a few people.

"Wait a moment!"

Looking at the demon hunting gun flashing dangerously, Amanda spoke quickly, tore off the hood from her face to reveal her face, and stated her stance.

"We are not enemies."

Hearing Amanda's voice and her somewhat familiar appearance under the hood, the wary look in the witcher's eyes slightly weakened, but the hunting gun in his hand still did not put down.

As a witcher, he will not let his guard down when he comes out, this is the experience accumulated under countless battles and blood.

"Tell me, what is your purpose?"