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The dark sewage emits mist of the same color, crawling up from Echmann ’s leg along his body, surrounding him in a completely unconventional way, he can only swing his hands and feet desperately, Try to swim in the sphere formed by the sewage. Flash Dance Novel Network

Echmann once again forced his head to surface, only to see that the mage made a weird gesture, drawing an inverted triangle shape with an empty hand on his chest. Echenmann aimed at his opponent with his left hand in the sewage and fired a shot.

The bullet glowed in silver, penetrating the sewage that wrapped his body, but flew two feet away from the evil mage.

"You are brave, witch hunter." The mage said with a smile in his green eyes. His syllables had some sharp and twisted parts, which made people uneasy.

The mage walked towards Eichmann, and it seemed that he was not in a hurry, and moved slowly step by step.

"Who are you? Fatalin's man?" Eichmann asked aloud. His right hand has abandoned the long sword, and his hands are constantly sliding in the liquid that wraps him, trying to keep his head above the water.

"Fatlin?" The mage recited the word, seeming to be curious about the witch hunter's question. "No, it's not Fatalin, it's Feltley."

The mage drove the undead to squeeze, drive, and surround the witch-hunting soldiers. 35xs came to Eichmann and gave himself a way, which was covered with flesh, broken limbs and corpses.

Ryan tried to rush to the witch hunter. He waved the warhammer with both hands, and each blow produced great power. The metal tore the skin and fat and shattered a bunch of tangled muscles.

Dai Che took a step back and almost tripped on a visceral body, feeling his tension finally disappeared. There was blood, blood of humans and undead on his long sword. But the enemy was still approaching, and their sight made him feel cold.

He saw the people around him being cut down one by one. A person was torn to pieces by a lot of chattering undead. Most of his players fell. A two-handed swordsman rushed directly into them. Before he was finally knocked down, various broken limbs and fragmented weapons were scattered around him.

"heart!"

Dai Che raised his head violently, just in time to see a broken blade flying towards him. The blade flew through the air, and eventually, it stayed in the trunk a few feet away.

Ganderner rushed to his side. The man's face was stained with blood and bruises, and his crossbow was also lost. The knife he grabbed with his left hand looked pathetic.

"So, that's it." Decher said coldly, as more soldiers fell, their fronts shrank.

"Yes," Ganderner continued to wave his blade. 35xs "Damn the Witch Hunter."

When the undead swarmed up again, Dyche tried to keep his sword in a defensive posture, and he knew it would be a bit beneficial to do so.

"I think I should say something." Ganderner said, his voice trembling like his weapon.

"Why?" Dai Che asked rudely, slashing a dead soul's spine with a sword. "Anyway, we will all die."

Eichmann has lost sight of where the others are. He could only hear a small amount of shouts, knowing that his men were still alive. His heart was pounding, and the evil mage was getting closer and closer to him.

"Do you like this world, humans?"

A voice came from Eichmann, echoing the dark night sky. He struggled to show his head and looked at the mage in front of him. His green eye shone with light, and the other eye glowed red in the complete darkness.

"Then what are you?" Eichmann asked.

"I am a pioneer," it said. "What are you?"

"I am a servant of Gaitan, the witch hunter Eichmannen-Bichian." Eichmannen looked at it heartily.

"No, you are not." It laughed, and its voice was like phlegm and saliva in its throat. "I know your name, human. I know it better than you. I know where you come from and what your destiny is."

"No one knows those things." Eichmann discovered his limbs were getting heavier and he tried hard to bend his muscles to observe the enemy carefully. Give me some more time! He struggled and shouted frantically in his heart.

The creature stopped advancing, stopping a few feet before Eichmann. He could see sores on its skin, and they slowly swelled to rupture. The saliva was left from the creature's dirty mouth, with the color of mucus, emitting a sour smell.

"Don't you want to know your destiny, human?" The creature asked.

"No, I don't believe what you said." Eichmann screamed inwardly: Come on a little, just a little.

"Yes, you won't believe it. But words are like seeds: once planted, they will eventually grow." The creature said. "You will die here, mortal. You will serve us after death."

"It will be your punishment, and you will understand what we have learned: Faith is weak."

"What is your name?" Eichenmann stared at the creature in front of him, staring at its head.

"Me? My name? What do you ask about this?" The creature seemed curious and moved closer to the witch hunter. An evil smile flashed in its eyes. "My name is Feltley."

Echmann looked at this ugly face, staring deeply into the creature's eyes, and made an expression of revenge he knew long ago.

"Then, Feltley." Eichmann whispered.

The ugly creature dressed as a mage approached the witch hunter, trying to hear what he was going to say.

"Praise Gaitan, praise him." Eichenmann whispered in his ear. "Praise him for letting me carry two pistols forever."

The creature suddenly and quickly wanted to get out of the witch hunter. Bang, the pistol in the right hand of the witch hunter shot a silver projectile with silver light and sparks, tearing the creature's muscles and joints, passing through the body, and shooting the creature's ugly head.

The creature screamed in pain, ripping open. The spell covering Eichenmann disappeared, and as the spell disappeared, the seemingly endless undead also screamed, and the body was covered with black mist. Part of the undead disappeared like evaporation, and the rest turned back into corpses.

Echmann picked up the long sword on the ground and stepped forward, continuing to slash the creature's back. Eventually when the creature's head fell on the **** gut exposed from its chest cavity. Its open mouth kept flowing blood. Its red eyes only had black holes, staring at the dark sky.

Eichmann watched the companions still standing on the battlefield and the group of humans who became muddled after the evil creature died.

"You can't talk about killing, there is no interrogation," he said. "Kill them all."

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The dark sewage emits mist of the same color, crawling up from Echmann ’s leg along his body, surrounding him in a completely unconventional way, he can only swing his hands and feet desperately, Try to swim in the sphere formed by the sewage. Flash Dance Novel Network

Echmann once again forced his head to surface, only to see that the mage made a weird gesture, drawing an inverted triangle shape with an empty hand on his chest. Echenmann aimed at his opponent with his left hand in the sewage and fired a shot.

The bullet glowed in silver, penetrating the sewage that wrapped his body, but flew two feet away from the evil mage.

"You are brave, witch hunter." The mage said with a smile in his green eyes. His syllables had some sharp and twisted parts, which made people uneasy.

The mage walked towards Eichmann, and it seemed that he was not in a hurry, and moved slowly step by step.

"Who are you? Fatalin's man?" Eichmann asked aloud. His right hand has abandoned the long sword, and his hands are constantly sliding in the liquid that wraps him, trying to keep his head above the water.

"Fatlin?" The mage recited the word, seeming to be curious about the witch hunter's question. "No, it's not Fatalin, it's Feltley."

The mage drove the undead to squeeze, drive, and surround the witch-hunting soldiers. 35xs came to Eichmann and gave himself a way, which was covered with flesh, broken limbs and corpses.

Ryan tried to rush to the witch hunter. He waved the warhammer with both hands, and each blow produced great power. The metal tore the skin and fat and shattered a bunch of tangled muscles.

Dai Che took a step back and almost tripped on a visceral body, feeling his tension finally disappeared. There was blood, blood of humans and undead on his long sword. But the enemy was still approaching, and their sight made him feel cold.

He saw the people around him being cut down one by one. A person was torn to pieces by a lot of chattering undead. Most of his players fell. A two-handed swordsman rushed directly into them. Before he was finally knocked down, various broken limbs and fragmented weapons were scattered around him.

"heart!"

Dai Che raised his head violently, just in time to see a broken blade flying towards him. The blade flew through the air, and eventually, it stayed in the trunk a few feet away.

Ganderner rushed to his side. The man's face was stained with blood and bruises, and his crossbow was also lost. The knife he grabbed with his left hand looked pathetic.

"So, that's it." Decher said coldly, as more soldiers fell, their fronts shrank.

"Yes," Ganderner continued to wave his blade. 35xs "Damn the Witch Hunter."

When the undead swarmed up again, Dyche tried to keep his sword in a defensive posture, and he knew it would be a bit beneficial to do so.

"I think I should say something." Ganderner said, his voice trembling like his weapon.

"Why?" Dai Che asked rudely, slashing a dead soul's spine with a sword. "Anyway, we will all die."

Eichmann has lost sight of where the others are. He could only hear a small amount of shouts, knowing that his men were still alive. His heart was pounding, and the evil mage was getting closer and closer to him.

"Do you like this world, humans?"

A voice came from Eichmann, echoing the dark night sky. He struggled to show his head and looked at the mage in front of him. His green eye shone with light, and the other eye glowed red in the complete darkness.

"Then what are you?" Eichmann asked.

"I am a pioneer," it said. "What are you?"

"I am a servant of Gaitan, the witch hunter Eichmannen-Bichian." Eichmannen looked at it heartily.

"No, you are not." It laughed, and its voice was like phlegm and saliva in its throat. "I know your name, human. I know it better than you. I know where you come from and what your destiny is."

"No one knows those things." Eichmann discovered his limbs were getting heavier and he tried hard to bend his muscles to observe the enemy carefully. Give me some more time! He struggled and shouted frantically in his heart.

The creature stopped advancing, stopping a few feet before Eichmann. He could see sores on its skin, and they slowly swelled to rupture. The saliva was left from the creature's dirty mouth, with the color of mucus, emitting a sour smell.

"Don't you want to know your destiny, human?" The creature asked.

"No, I don't believe what you said." Eichmann screamed inwardly: Come on a little, just a little.

"Yes, you won't believe it. But words are like seeds: once planted, they will eventually grow." The creature said. "You will die here, mortal. You will serve us after death."

"This will be your punishment, and you will understand what we have learned: Faith is weak ~ lightnovelpub.net ~ What is your name?" Eichmann stared at the creature in front of him, staring Its head.

"Me? My name? What do you ask about this?" The creature seemed curious and moved closer to the witch hunter. An evil smile flashed in its eyes. "My name is Feltley."

Echmann looked at this ugly face, staring deeply into the creature's eyes, and made an expression of revenge he knew long ago.

"Then, Feltley." Eichmann whispered.

The ugly creature dressed as a mage approached the witch hunter, trying to hear what he was going to say.

"Praise Gaitan, praise him." Eichenmann whispered in his ear. "Praise him for letting me carry two pistols forever."

The creature suddenly and quickly wanted to get out of the witch hunter. Bang, the pistol in the right hand of the witch hunter shot a silver projectile with silver light and sparks, tearing the creature's muscles and joints, passing through the body, and shooting the creature's ugly head.

The creature screamed in pain, ripping open. The spell covering Eichenmann disappeared, and as the spell disappeared, the seemingly endless undead also screamed, and the body was covered with black mist. Part of the undead disappeared like evaporation, and the rest turned back into corpses.

Echmann picked up the long sword on the ground and stepped forward, continuing to slash the creature's back. Eventually when the creature's head fell on the **** gut exposed from its chest cavity. Its open mouth kept flowing blood. Its red eyes only had black holes, staring at the dark sky.

Eichmann watched the companions still standing on the battlefield and the group of humans who became muddled after the evil creature died.

"You can't talk about killing, there is no interrogation," he said. "Kill them all."