Henrik's movements seemed casual, but the bullets he fired continuously sealed the entire space like a large net.

Immediately after, there was a muffled grunt not far away, and the air dispersed like a mist of water, and the prophet's staggering figure appeared from another place.

And the image of her running disappeared.

"Very weird abilities!"

For Henrik, the Prophet's abilities were very limited to him, but although he missed the first shot just now, he quickly adjusted the direction of his shot according to the sound of footsteps.

Although it was only an approximate area, one of the shots grazed the Prophet's shoulder.

A large patch of blood oozed from his shoulder, staining the shirt on his chest red.

"Hand over that girl, or the next shot will hit you in the head!"

Henrik still remembers the advice before the departure, trying not to escalate the conflict to the point of no return.

But what answered her was a cold snort from the prophet, "Kill them all!" ”

"Kill them all!"

With an order, a group of blacks with guns appeared around again, and this time, they didn't even think about the problem of accidental injury, and swept the guns into the field!

Dodo!

Bang bang bang!

No matter how fast Henrik was, he couldn't kill a dozen people in an instant, and his face became very ugly, and he shouted loudly as he dodged to a nearby cover.

"Ertua, are you crazy?"

"Kill us, the Hunters' Guild will not let you go, and even if you go to Bordeaux City to seek the protection of the Voodoo Queen, it will be meaningless!"

It was just a momentary respite, and the Prophet hid herself again, but this time she didn't fall for Henrik.

If she dared to speak, Henrik would burst her head open in the next second!

Roger rushed the fastest, and he took out the black man with a single sword, but before he could rush forward again, a large number of strong men with guns poured out of him.

With a low scolding, Roger turned around and shrank behind the big black man, dragged the other party's body in front of him, and retreated a few steps backwards and jumped behind the car.

He carefully opened the door and removed the steel sword from the saddle.

At this time, the voice of the prophet was heard in the distance.

"If you want to sanction me, wait until you get out alive!"

The crackling bullets hit the car so hard that Roger couldn't lift his head at all, he could only shout: "Henrik! ”

A negotiation turned into an inexplicable shootout, and Henrik was furious, if it weren't for the pressure from the upper echelons of the Hunters' Guild, he would have had a chance to keep the Prophet just now.

Bang bang bang!

In the fierce strafing fire, Henrik's gunfire rang out rhythmically, each shot took a life, this guy's marksmanship was accurate and scary, it seemed that there was no need to aim, and someone fell in response to the gunshot.

The pressure dropped sharply, and Roger pulled out the throwing knife he had been carrying.

Whoosh!

Soon they were cleared of the gunners around them, and Peter ran out of nowhere.

"You kid slipped away fast!"

Henrik pouted.

Peter nodded, "The teacher said that a good exorcist should know when he will join the battlefield. ”

This time, Henrik didn't contradict him, "It's up to you next." ”

The Prophet's sorcery was a great disturbance to him, and for a gunslinger, accuracy was like life.

"They must have gone to that sacrificial ground in the forest, I've been there before, and I still have some impressions."

Roger said, pointing to the swamp at the end of the gathering place.

"Let's go!"

"This woman must have some plan, if she does such a thing, the Hunter Guild will not let her go, but since she knows the consequences, she still chooses to do it."

"That only shows that what she is going to do next is very important, so important that she is willing to risk being surrounded and suppressed!"

Roger was the first to rush into the woods, and that night he only accidentally arrived there under the pull of the water spirit, and although he knew the general direction, it was still difficult to find it.

But soon Roger noticed some clues, messy footsteps, blood dripping from the Prophet's wounds.

Using psychic water for many days in a row, coupled with constant meditation, his mental power has improved a lot, and his perception has become more acute.

At this time, in a state of high concentration, the useless environment around it seemed to be stripped away, and a faint trace appeared in front of his eyes, and these traces went straight into the depths of the swamp.

Look in the same direction as the place he used to be, exactly the same!

"Follow me!"

Roger was so focused that he tried to keep it that way, not even noticing the glimmer of light coming from the hunter's hut in his consciousness and a hint that appeared on the notice board.

"Open Hunter's Vision"

At the same time, the Prophet and the others finally came to the depths of the swamp after running wildly.

"Mother, hand her over, so many people died today, I'm afraid there will be ......"

Betty was a little apprehensive.

"Shut up!"

The Prophet rudely interrupted her, Henrik and the others had arrived as a complete accident, and in the Prophet's plan, after Betty brought Amanda back, she would be able to complete the ritual.

Even if Henrik made a harsh request, she agreed for the time being, because she knew that after today, her ritual would be completely completed.

At that time, there is naturally no so-called magic circle, and if she really wants to pursue it, she also has a way to deal with it.

But now......

"Damn it!"

There was a flash of irritation on his face, and then the Prophet seemed to think of something.

"Take her inside, and we'll have a ceremony!" The Prophet pointed to Amanda and said to Betty.

"Mother's ......"

"Do as I say!"

"I spent a lot of effort to arrange the whole ceremony, and after today's ceremony is destroyed, you will never have a chance again."

"The terrain in the swamp is extremely complicated, and even if they know the exact location, they won't be able to find it for a while, not to mention that they are still a group of outsiders."

"Don't worry, relax your spirit."

"By the time they find this place, our ritual will be over, and we'll leave here together."

"Start a whole new life!"

After listening to the prophet's comfort, Betty's mood stabilized a lot, she had not been in the transcendent world for a long time, and the witchcraft she had just mastered was only barely controlled.

After being dispelled by Peter, the spirit was reflected, and the mood was naturally a little unstable, and after a period of buffering, the spirit calmed down and the state seemed much better.

Betty and the one-armed woman carried Amanda to the house made of black stone.

The Prophet pulled open a mechanism on the wall, and the whole stone house shook with it, the ground trembled, the black rock cracked, and a rectangular altar slowly rose from the ground.

Countless strange patterns are carved on the altar, and each line has left a black and red mark as if it had been soaked in blood.

The Prophet glanced at Betty, and there was a hint of urgency in her eyes, "Come on, let's start the ritual!" ”