The Sinful Blood Witch in Another World

The Demon Hunter pulled the trigger without hesitation, but the bullet did not come out. This made him feel as if he had fallen into an icy cave. He quickly pulled the bolt, but there was not a single bullet in it.

'Impossible, impossible, absolutely impossible!'

Looking at the empty gun chamber, he felt mentally confused at the moment.

The most taboo thing for a demon hunter is to have no bullets in the gun chamber. This is absolutely fatal at a critical moment, so he will fill the gun with bullets every time he goes on a mission.

Now there is not even a single bullet in the gun. This is too abnormal, it is even impossible!

"Could it be that someone secretly stole all these bullets without making any noise?"

In a panic, he reached out to take out the silver bullet from his waist bag and load it into the gun, but the other party was obviously faster.

"coming!!!"

The strange dancer downstairs did not give her prey time to think. She inserted her hand into the broken abdomen and slowly pulled out a strange knife covered in blood.

He immediately rushed into the inn like a madman, and smashed the heavy wooden door into pieces with ease.

The sound of hurried footsteps came from downstairs. In order to monitor the whereabouts of Shihui and others, they deliberately chose a room facing the main door of the Lavender Pavilion, which was right at the entrance of the stairs.

Now he was filled with regret, as this had become a shortcut for the other party to quickly hunt him down!

"Squeak!"

The witcher quickly turned around and moved the heavy wooden bed, pressing it tightly against the wooden door in an attempt to isolate the other party from outside. He even threw the surrounding tables and stools at the door.

But can the opponent's strange and indescribable body really be blocked by this small broken wooden door?

"boom!"

The wooden door slammed heavily, as if a very angry person was venting his anger. The terrifying force even made the wooden bed blocking the door move back a few inches. At the same time, the sound of twisting the door handle continued to be heard.

"Oops!"

The demon hunter did not hesitate to block the wooden door. After all, he was a first-level demon hunter and his strength was far beyond that of an ordinary person, but the opponent's strength was obviously more terrifying.

"You must be joking! Physical strengthening, physical strengthening, physical strengthening!"

In this emergency situation, the demon hunter used a series of enhanced martial arts as a means of saving his life, which put a huge burden on his body. His eyes were bloodshot and blood was constantly gushing out of his nose. The muscles all over his body were strengthened to the extreme at this moment, and even seemed to be collapsing and tearing.

But it was far from over. He pulled out a bottle of black potion from his bosom, bit off the cork, and drank it in one gulp. As the potion intensified, his eyes became pitch black, and his body's strength surged again.

Even though he resisted desperately, his whole body was hurt by this powerful force, and the opponent's strength was getting stronger and stronger, even the wooden door was smashed into pieces and wood chips flew everywhere, and some blood-red tentacles even extended from the gap.

"Martial Arts: Thrust!"

Hearing the crazy roar outside the house, he drew the sword from his waist and stabbed it through the wooden door. The huge shock wave actually blew the wooden door and the strange dancer away.

After a while, the banging on the door stopped, and the whole world seemed to fall into silence again. He didn't realize that the blood mist had spread in from the window.

"Are you finally leaving?"

He slumped against the wooden window, his face filled with relief at having survived, yet it felt as if all his strength had been drained from him. Although his martial arts skills had been disarmed, blood continued to flow from his seven orifices.

After all, this kind of extreme martial arts is to force one's body into a desperate situation and burst out with maximum strength. He used it three times in a row, which means the degree of collapse is constantly increasing.

Now even a little brat can kill him easily.

"Click! Click!"

Several pieces of wall debris mixed with hot liquid fell on the head of the witcher captain.

Looking at the wall that hit his head and finally fell to the ground, and the disgusting liquid dripping on his hair, his pupils shrank sharply and he wanted to struggle to get up, but his body seemed to have lost control and he could only lie there helplessly.

The blood-red ghost fog enveloped him, and the originally old room began to rapidly grow flesh and blood. A large number of burnt weird monsters emerged from the walls. They seemed like a group of demons dancing wildly, and they let out creepy growls from their mouths.

Countless strange tentacles extended from the ground and wrapped around him, and strange suction cups tore every inch of flesh on his body. In the distance, the crying of countless babies could be heard.

'No! No no! No! ! ! ! !'

He wanted to roar, to scream, to go crazy, but he was unable to do any of these things and could only allow himself to be tortured.

"Grrrrrr!"

Listening to the low growl coming from the monster's throat above his head, he fell into complete despair. His last line of defense was also broken, and he could only shed tears of blood helplessly.

Just at this moment, a cold female voice came from behind.

"Next, it's time for me to ask questions and you to answer them!"

The torn body that was on the verge of breaking was miraculously healed at this moment, and the absurd and distorted scene around it gradually faded away.

In his extremely astonished eyes, everything seemed to be restored as if time had gone back, and even he, who was lying on the ground, stood up uncontrollably.

"Gudong!"

Everything that happened was too strange. Faced with something beyond common sense, he had no choice but to suppress the fear in his heart and turned around with difficulty.

There was a strange woman sitting in front of the window, whose face could not be seen clearly. She was wearing a pitch-black dress that looked like a beautiful work of art cut out from the starry sky.

And that face was like a whirlpool in the abyss. The more I stared at her, the more I could feel the fear coming from the depths of my soul.

She sat sideways on the throne made of flesh and blood, with her beautiful legs crossed. The female ghost monster that had frightened and made her collapse was as docile as a puppy in front of her, allowing her to be petted and played with.

"Your Majesty!"

The other party's cold voice sounded again, and the demon hunter instantly fell to his knees. In a trance, he seemed as if he was slapped to the ground by an invisible big hand. To be more precise, his body gave up the control of consciousness and completely obeyed the other party.

“You… who are you?”

The witcher spoke with difficulty, unable to even raise his head. At this moment, he was more like a weak soul dwelling in a body, unable to do anything except make sounds.

"How could this monster, who can make his words come true with just one sentence?!"

He couldn't imagine how terrifying the other party was. Couldn't this kind of person decide the life and death of a city or even a kingdom with just one sentence?

Lime, who was sitting on the throne, looked at him calmly and said, "If you satisfy me, I will let you live."

Hearing that he could survive, the witcher felt hopeful and said excitedly, "I will follow your orders, sir!"

"How many witchers in this town are eyeing that bounty?"

"Bounty?"

The witcher was suddenly shocked and couldn't help but wonder if the other party was related to those women. However, according to the intelligence, it seemed that only Rotz was the strongest among them, so it was obviously not the case.

That should be the contact person hired by the wealthy businessman with a large sum of money...

Thinking of this, he suddenly understood and decided in his heart that this was an absurd idea.

"Six teams..."

The person sitting on the throne remained silent for a long time before continuing to ask: "Do you all know each other's positions?"

"I don't know. They are very secretive and won't communicate with us at all. We only discovered them when we were squatting..."

Shihui nodded, had some ideas in mind, and continued to ask: "Then, who conveyed the information to you?"

The witcher said without thinking: "It was Jack, another male captain that Rotz worked with who leaked the information. He sold the information to Childe, the intelligence dealer in Helm Harbor, and then he sold it to us at a high price. We were supposed to cooperate with each other from inside and outside, but we didn't expect Jack to die..."

Shihui was a little shocked. He didn't expect that two people who looked like lovers would be stabbed by each other. It was really unpredictable. But now that the traitor had been eliminated, the road ahead would be much easier.

"So it was that guy. Looks like we've eliminated a traitor. What a lucky guy! This guy is now worthless..."

A sneer appeared on her lips: "Then, let me reward you with a painless death!"