"Swish"

Victoria opened her eyes and sat up from the bed.

In the dim bedroom, she was a little panting.

Not only from the desperate battle in the dream before, but also from the kind of feeling that Merlin felt from the mentor when she was sent out of the dream

It is hard to describe, such as facing a roaring sea, or as the feeling of despair when facing a bottomless abyss.

To put it simply, she was frightened.

Merlin did not deliberately scare his disciples, but even if the body of the Heavenly Father appears through an illusory dream, its accompanying soul suppression is inevitable.

Any creature that can sense Merlin's existence must undergo Will detection again and again when approaching him, just like a passive ultimate version of the halo of fear.

Once the will cannot withstand that kind of suppression, it will collapse in an instant.

That's what it means to not look directly at God.

Of course, Meilin is just a Heavenly Father, who is still far from the true "god" of this universe.

But in the eyes of mortals, he is no different from God.

Anyway, they are all guys who can destroy the world.

"What's wrong? Victoria?"

The woman lying beside the witcher was awakened.

Brotherhood assassin master Layla Hassan, rolled up the quilt and sat up from the bed. While yawning, she turned on the bedroom lights.

The scene of two beauties leaning against each other is quite pleasing to the eye.

But this also means that the relationship between these two girls surpasses their friends and best friends.

Well, their daily performance does not seem to like men very much.

"Have you had a nightmare?"

Leila stretched out her hand and stroked Victoria's cheek, her other hand patting behind Victoria.

Victoria's back is not smooth.

As an assassin and a witch hunter, Victoria naturally has wounds behind her, and Layla is the same.

They do all their jobs of licking blood from the blade, and it is impossible not to be injured.

"No, not a nightmare."

Under the bright light, Victoria spread her fingers.

In the clenched fist, there was a small black scroll. She pulled the scroll apart, which recorded the message of the female demigod named Night Jackal, and a simple drawing drawn with a pencil.

The drawing is very realistic.

"What's this?"

Layla looked at the scroll in Victoria's hand curiously.

She could be sure that Victoria had no scroll in her hands when she fell asleep, after all, they had only

"A mission."

The witch hunter girl stared at the scroll in her hand. It was early morning, but she was no longer sleepy.

She stood up from the bed, not caring that her body was exposed to Layla's eyes. She picked up her clothes from the ground and leaned behind her to the head of the bed, admiring her body, said:

"Stop sleeping, wear clothes."

"Um?"

Layla reached out her hand lazily and picked up a glass of wine from the bedside table. She complained a little unhappy:

"We only completed a task two days ago. Didn't we all agree to give ourselves a holiday in the next two months? I'm also planning to enjoy the two-person world with you."

"This time it's different, Layla."

Victoria put on her clothes, she tugged her hair, sat by the bed, kissed Layla's lips, she stroked her partner's hair, and she whispered:

"We cannot refuse this mission."

"ah?"

Layla blinked, Victoria wouldn't lie to her in such a thing.

She found her underwear and asked:

"Who gave you the task? What was going on with that scroll? Has anyone deceived our perception and entered the room? Impossible?"

"It's in a dream."

Victoria pinched the scroll, she glanced at Layla, and she pursed her lips, but finally she didn't say Merlin's name.

She said to Layla seriously:

"A mysterious and powerful existence with some connection with the Assassin Brotherhood has sent a commission to the Assassin Brotherhood, and he will give us enough rewards."

"You go and contact Miles and Wick and have them send message instructions to their companions around the world."

"I'm going to go to the nearest witch hunter tavern and release this mission."

"Hmm? Is this mission still sent to the witch hunter?"

Layla said:

"It seems very difficult."

“It’s really hard.”

Victoria carried her two swords, she said:

"It's about a demigod, but the reward is also considerable."

"We've been busy all the time."

—

Above New York City, fierce battles are underway.

The two sides in the battle, responsible for protecting the citizens screaming and fleeing, was the local superhuman gang.

Their opponents are a few weird demons.

Logically speaking, although New York is never quiet, the number of demonic creatures appears is quite limited. After all, there is the headquarters of the North American Demon France Society, and there is a more mysterious and terrifying Holy Land.

Any hell creature with a little brain will not use New York as its invasion point.

Well, those hell creatures that were summoned by crazy believers to New York City in extremely unlucky situations do not count.

They are simply bad luck and have a brainless believer.

But there is nothing absolute in the world.

Just like today's fierce battle, it was not actually a sudden one.

Members of the Death Gang have been investigating a mysterious disappearance of innocent people in recent days. They have traveled to most of New York and finally found the bodies of those innocent people, and

A group of demons who are having a big meal.

Then there was this battle in broad daylight.

"Bang!"

Miss Ash, wearing a cowboy suit and a cowboy hat, and carrying a golden double-barrel shotgun, shot into the sky.

The scorching sacred silver bullet that was spinning and flying out tore a winged demon's wings, knocking the ugly thing to the ground in the stinking blood. The intelligent bob, who was ready to go behind her, rushed forward with an iron fist.

The two cooperated without a break. Under Bob's iron fist, the demon whose wings were broken quickly fell into a tough battle.

"Rome, how are you there?"

Ms. Hawkeye loaded bullets for her shotgun while searching for her next target.

Beside her cold cheeks, there was a communicator in her ears.

Not only was she fighting, but she was also commanding her capable generals to round up other demons who rushed out.

"We've locked them, sister."

Miss Ash's number one dog-legged, the second-person figure of the Death Gang, and some superheroes of the second-generation Romans were full of energy coming from the communicator:

“We are calling for drone support.”

"Very good, I'll leave it to you there."

With a sound of Ashk, he closed the barrel and raised the gun like a sassy cowgirl. During her brief aim, she shot another shot into the sky.

The demon who grabbed a little girl and flew into the sky was shot in the air.

The devil let go of his paws in pain, and the little girl was thrown to the ground while screaming.

Ash stepped on the car beside him and jumped up, stretched out his hands in the air, hugged the little girl who was almost scared to death, and then fell to the ground.

She rolled on the ground with quick movements, removed her strength, and handed the little girl in her arms to the police who were rushing over.
To be continued...