"Your inferior explosive pack caused 180 points of damage to the target werewolf, McGee.
Since the damage reached two-thirds of the opponent's, the unit suffered from functional loss of lower body.
It was unable to move below the waist.
The unit suffered from blood loss."
"You received 100 points of damage from inferior explosive charges, and you suffered from blood loss."
Zhao Qian struggled to lift the pile of rocks buried above his head.
The eternal chirping in his cochlea seemed to remind him of something bad.
Deaf.
He subconsciously touched his left arm that had just been leaning on the tombstone and his earlobe that suddenly became wet.
The blood flowing out of his ear fell to the ground along his ash-stained cheek.
Everything in the surrounding area was blown to pieces because of the explosive package just now.
There were only a few incomplete tombstones that seemed to tell what had just happened, while more were blown into pieces of rubble.
We have to leave quickly, here.
Zhao Qian tremblingly held the revolver in his hand with only two bullets left.
Aim at the eye of the guy who was unable to move on the ground and shoot him.
"Bang" The sound of the gunshot echoed in the somewhat silent cemetery like a thunderous sound.
The group of jackdaws had long since been frightened and disappeared.
"Your shooting gave Werewolf-McGee 80 points of critical damage.
The equipment effect, Holy Sorrow, was activated, and you actually caused 88 points of damage to Werewolf-McGee."
"Werewolf-McGee's current health value is -3."
"Werewolf McGee died.
You killed Werewolf McGee."
"Milestone: Enemy of Darkness, in progress.
You have killed a total of 23 dark creatures.
You still need to kill 1 dark creature to obtain the title of Dark Enemy."
"You killed the werewolf McGee alone, and you get an additional 100 travel points."
"You get the dark blue key to summoning."
Without hesitation, he picked up the dark blue key from the werewolf's body.
He covered his drooping left hand and walked step by step outside the cemetery.
This kind of place and the kind of movement just now can definitely attract a large number of people.
Moreover, his life points are indeed running out.
The empty tube's red bar, with only 3 points hanging on it, is particularly conspicuous.
He took a few steps forward and was close.
He could leave here immediately.
But it was getting darker and darker before my eyes.
Zhao Qian subconsciously looked at his health bar again and could only smile bitterly.
It dropped a little more, 2 o'clock.
His eyes couldn't stop turning black.
After walking a little further, he seemed to see the gate of Ellie Cemetery.
But the motionless figure standing in front of the door killed his last hope.
Somewhat desperately, he held the gun in his hand from space and pointed it.
Before the trigger was pulled, his vision turned black and his body fell involuntarily.
When he woke up again, Zhao Qian sat up in confusion.
A strange room, a strange living room.
He stood up and looked around, and there seemed to be a voice in his heart telling him that everything belonged to him now.
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A valuable leather sofa, a round table made of unknown wood material, and a large bed.
All of this is the standard configuration of a standard hotel room, except that there is no computer or TV.
He stood up from the comfortable carpet on the floor and sat on the sofa nearby.
The room also became dark at this time.
The surrounding background turned into a vast and intimidating starry sky.
As he watched, every star was turning according to its own trajectory, and everything seemed so real.
Xingxing's dominance and heat seemed real, even though Zhao Qian knew that these were all fake.
But there was another voice in his heart telling him that these were all true.
A virtual light curtain lit up when he was a little impatient.
Scene after scene of images were exchanged on the light screen, from him beating up the gangster who was following him, to killing the strong man, to his fight with Hagrid.
Scene after scene was restored in front of Zhao Qian's eyes until he fell to the ground and struggled to pick up the revolver.
He watched without saying anything, but he was more confused about how he could complete the task.
－－－－－－－－Divide-cut-line－－－－－－－－－－－－－ Ten minutes earlier, Zhao Qian was still fighting against the werewolf.
On the other side, under the ground of McGee's tombkeeper's hut.
"Like I said, all my Frankenstein needs right now is time."
Frankstein's teacher stood at the blackboard at the end of the long table, writing and drawing to express his opinions.
In current terms, it means attracting investment.
His scientific alchemical experiments needed funds.
And the guys sitting on both sides of the long table looking at his things with interest are certainly not so-called bankers or capitalists.
Representatives of the dark creatures and the demon hunting guild sat on each side.
These original enemies gathered together.
In addition to discussing the feasibility of investing in Frankenstein experiments, the most important thing was to curb the development of their current common enemy. church.
It turns out that the dark camp has been stronger for thousands of years.
The Demon Hunting Association and the Church are fighting against the dark creatures while also making moves within themselves.
But, now, all that has changed, because Gabriel has arrived.
"teacher..."
Frankstein ran in panting from outside and was about to speak, but was stopped by his teacher.
Under Frank's black suit were his trembling hands.
In his eyes, everyone here is a good experimental material.
"Frankstein, don't worry, I already know the situation outside.
For today's rally, I specially put a violent potion in the water glass of Mr.
McGee, the guard outside."
He flicked the test tube he took out from nowhere in his hand, and the apricot-yellow liquid was flowing inside.
The dark creatures in the crowd started talking.
The battle situation outside had long been revealed to everyone with a mirror by an exorcist present.
I don't know the pain, and various body functions increase.
This is a magic medicine in a life-and-death battle.
"Ladies and gentlemen, the potion is useful to both humans and dark creatures.
Can you give me a quote?"
With one sentence, the crowd who had been quiet just now couldn't stop their discussion.
What was originally a meeting to discuss countermeasures for the church has now turned into a unique auction.
"Ten thousand francs.
Ms.
Lisa from Paris bids ten thousand francs.
Is there any higher price?"
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"Twenty thousand francs.
This unknown knight offers twenty thousand francs."
"Thirty thousand..." "..."
The price is constantly rising.
At this time, this bottle of medicine has actually lost its original meaning.
Everyone here knows that as long as the pharmacist is still there, there will be continuous production.
The competition between the remaining two is more of a competition for face.
"One hundred thousand francs, is there anything higher?
This beautiful lady offers one hundred thousand francs."
The exorcist next to him waved his hand, indicating that he was no longer playing.
One hundred thousand tubes of medicine, he is not so stupid.
"Okay, one hundred thousand francs a time."
"A hundred thousand francs twice."
"One hundred thousand francs three times" was so vividly imitated by the temporary guest auctioneer that many people present couldn't help laughing.
"Wait a minute, I'm going to kill everyone here when I'm born."
A fluent and authentic French voice sounded in the somewhat noisy basement.
This sentence, accompanied by the cry of "deal", reached everyone's ears.
Everyone present turned to look at the uninvited guest dressed in black who was standing on the underground steps at some unknown time.
"Angers."
Among the crowd, a sound of gnashing teeth sounded in the suddenly quiet basement.
He is a veteran of the Exorcist Association.
"Correct answer."
The old man flicked the hat on his head with a little coolness, which was said to have an unknown meaning by those dark creatures.
"So, you take the first step."
"Bang" There was a gunshot that no one could hide from, and he quietly lit a cigar for himself.
The man who just spoke fell to the ground without realizing it.
It was only then that those present discovered the weapon in his hand, a silver revolver.
The gun glowed silver in the slightly dark basement, and the smoke from the muzzle had not dissipated.
Lens zooms in.
If Zhao Qian was present, he would definitely notice that the gun in his hand was exactly the same as his own
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