"Bang!"

Roger was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye, he rushed to the old man's side and kicked the fish-man in the shoulder.

The blue figure spun and flew out, because things were sudden, and this kick Roger had added a lot of force than just now.

But after the figure landed, it bounced up quickly and rushed up again.

Snort!

The sharp harpoon stabbed from both sides, and blood splattered, piercing the raging fish-man, and the old man waved his hand tiredly.

"Dispose of it."

Poof

A fishwoman dressed in rags suddenly fell to her knees, opened her mouth and whimpered and said something.

But the old man just shook his head.

"You know, he's turned into a monster and isn't your husband anymore......"

"Are there fewer similar tragedies in the village?"

Roger and Henrik watched the scene before their eyes, and they felt that the gap between themselves and the villagers around them was so obvious.

That's the gap between species.

"Let's go."

Roger retrieved his weapon and left the village with Henrik.

"What's going on? If what the old man said was true......"

Henrik walked to a hill and looked around.

"Is there another Crescent City here?"

"Is there a reason why that woman is in the cave?" He remembered the two corners he had in his pocket.

The black one surged with unknown energy, but the white one seemed to be squeezed dry.

"If the energy in it is still there, I'm afraid that woman is already on the verge of promotion, and no matter how bad her strength is, she will be stronger than now."

At this moment, Roger suddenly thought of something, and he beckoned to Henrik.

"Follow me!"

The two of them made a big circle outside, and then followed the back of the fishing village to the mountain forest, and followed the route in memory, and before long, Roger came to a dark and narrow cave.

A little beam of light overhead shot down from above, leaving a bright spot of light underneath the cavern.

"Sure enough......"

Roger felt that the layout of the village was very familiar at first, and when he saw the same cave again, his surprise deepened.

"How can there be two villages of the same kind?"

"The people in the village are completely different."

Roger didn't explain anything, but left the cave with Henrik and followed the road all the way north.

Along the way, they passed through several villages, but each of them had closed doors, and there was not a single living person in sight, and even the monsters in the wilderness were very rare.

It's daytime, but it's very depressing, and the air is filled with the smell of disaster.

Even if there was no transportation, the speed of the two of them was very fast, and by the evening, they had already arrived in Crescent City.

"This is Crescent City?"

Henrik's eyes widened.

Although they had not yet entered the city, the whole city seemed to be dead, the gates were closed, and several demon hunters stood in the same clothes as them.

The arrival of the two quickly attracted the attention of several people at the door, but when they saw the clothes on their bodies, the expressions on their faces immediately relaxed.

"Did you go on a mission?"

A middle-aged man in the lead asked in a deep voice.

Roger nodded.

"There is a dried corpse in a village, let's go and investigate together, it's a vampire, and it's been dealt with."

After speaking, he casually pointed to the loot he was carrying.

"What's going on in town?"

Henrik asked.

"What else could be the matter?" The middle-aged man in the lead sighed.

"The situation is almost out of control."

"If this continues, I am afraid that it will lead to a catastrophe, President Arrahand has issued an urgent call for recruitment, and almost all the hunters in Bordeaux are in place."

"If all the inhabitants of the city become monsters......"

"Then the real world will definitely be affected, reality will affect the Cursed Lands, and when the situation is bad enough to a certain extent, the impact of the Cursed Lands will also be fed back to reality."

"Arrahand?!"

Henrik's face changed suddenly, "Isn't President Arrahand already ......?"

But he soon realized something.

"It's been a long time since I've been back up."

Henrik sighed, and he turned to look at the other demon hunter.

"Has anything happened up there lately?"

The man glanced at Henrik and replied, though a little strangely, "Big deal?"

"In reality, everything is normal, but I heard that a hurricane named Katrina is likely to hit Bordeaux......"

At this moment, even Roger's face changed suddenly, he handed Henrik a look, and saw the affirmation in the latter's eyes, and the surprise in his heart was even worse.

The middle-aged man in the lead interrupted the conversation between the two of them, and they casually checked the badges that Roger and the others were carrying, and then ordered the others to open the door and let them in.

As soon as he entered the door, after walking some distance forward, noticing that there was no one else around, Roger couldn't help but ask, "Hurricane Katrina......"

"Isn't this the catastrophic event that you mentioned to me more than 30 years ago when a mighty Son came down to Bordeaux?"

Henrik nodded.

"That's it!"

He glanced at Roger, "And it was President Arrahand who was in charge of the Hunters' Guild at the time!" ”

"So we're standing in Crescent City thirty years ago?!"

Henrik nodded.

"I'm afraid so."

"No, that's not right!"

Roger shook his head, "It's not just that. ”

The two looked at each other and said in unison, "There are also demon hunters." ”

If it was only Crescent Moon City 30 years ago, there would be no other demon hunters here, and they are not in a distorted or copied cursed space.

It's time.

Or rather......

A strange thought popped into Roger's mind.

The two were exchanging words, when suddenly several figures wrapped in black cloth rushed out of the alley next to them, their whole bodies were shrouded, and they rushed past Roger and the others quickly, heading straight for the gate in the distance.

"Stop!"

"Don't come any closer!"

There was a cold cry behind him, and Roger turned around, the demon hunter who had just sent them in clenched the hatchet in his hand.

But listening to his words, instead of reducing their speed, the figures that were running wildly hunched their backs, and their speed increased a few points again.

"I said, stop!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot rang out, and the middle-aged man who had led the way before pulled the trigger without hesitation, and the figure at the front fell in response.

But his retaliation only provoked the ferocity of others.

With a beast roar, the few people behind ripped off the black cloth on their bodies, revealing a strong body covered with thick hair!

Several people straightened their backs, there were a few crisp sounds on their bodies, and their height was two meters away, their noses and mouths protruding forward, looking like a wild dog going berserk.

"Come and help!"

The middle-aged man shouted.

Before Roger could make a move, several figures not far away were accumulating, their fingertips popping out sharp nails, and they roared and pounced on him.

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