"Bang!"

Roger was extremely fast, and in the blink of an eye he rushed to the old man and kicked the fishman on the shoulder.

The blue figure flew out in a row, because something suddenly happened, Roger added a lot of force than before.

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

Hissing!

The sharp harpoon pricked from both sides, and blood splattered, piercing the violent fishman into the face. The old man waved tiredly.

"Dispose it."

Puff

A female fishman in rag clothes suddenly fell down and opened her mouth and whimpered and said something.

But the old man just shook his head.

"You know, he has become a monster and is no longer your husband..."

“Are there fewer similar tragedies in the village?”

Roger and Henrik looked at the scene before them, and they felt that the gap between themselves and the surrounding villagers was so obvious.

That's the gap between species.

"let's go."

Roger retracted his weapons and left the village with Henrik.

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

Henrik walked to a hill and looked around.

"Is there another Crescent City here?"

"Is there a reason that woman stayed in the cave?" he remembered the two corners in his pocket.

The black one was filled with unknown energy, but the white one seemed to have been squeezed out.

"If the energy inside is still there, that woman might have reached the verge of promotion, and she would have been stronger than she is now."

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

"Come with me!"

The two of them walked around a long circle outside, then followed the back of the fishing village to the forest, and followed the route in their memory. Not long after, Roger came to a dark and narrow cave.

A little beam of light above the head shot down from above, leaving a bright spot under the cave.

"really……"

Roger felt that the village was very familiar from the beginning. At this time, he was surprised even deeper when he saw the same cave.

"How could there be two same villages?"

“The people in the village are completely different.”

Roger did not explain anything, but left the cave with Henrik and followed the road all the way north.

Along the way, they passed several villages, but the doors of each village were closed, and there was no living person at all. Even monsters in the wilderness were very rare.

It was clearly during the day, but it made people feel very depressed, and the air was filled with the breath of disaster.

Even if there was no means of transportation, the two of them were very fast. By the evening, they had already arrived in Crescent City.

"Is this Crescent City?"

Henrik's eyes widened.

Although I haven't entered the city yet, the whole city seems to be dead. The city gate is closed, and several demon hunters wearing the same clothes as them stand at the door.

The arrival of the two soon attracted the attention of the people at the door, but seeing the clothes on their bodies, the expressions on the faces immediately relaxed a little.

"Have you gone out to perform the mission?"

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

Roger nodded.

"Murderers appeared in a village. Let's investigate together. It was a vampire and it has been dealt with."

After saying that, he casually pointed to the spoils he carried on him.

"What happened in the city?"

Henrik asked on the side.

"What else can I do?" the leading middle-aged man sighed.

"The situation is almost impossible to control."

"If this continues, it may cause great disaster. President Yaraham has issued an emergency solicitation order, and almost all the hunters in Bordeaux have been in place."

"If all the residents in the city become monsters..."

"The real world will definitely be affected, and reality will affect the curse land. When the situation is bad to a certain extent, the impact of the curse land will also be fed back to reality."

“Yarahhan?!”

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

"But he realized something very quickly."

"It's been a long time since I went back to it."

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

"Has something big happened recently?"

The man glanced at Henrik, and although it was a little strange, he replied, "Big thing?"

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

This time, even Roger's face changed suddenly. He handed Henrik a wink, and saw the affirmation in the latter's eyes, and his heart was even more surprised.

The leading middle-aged man interrupted the conversation between several people. They casually checked the badges carried by Roger and the other people, and ordered the others to open the door and let them in.

As soon as he entered the door and walked forward for a distance, he noticed that there was no one around him, and Roger couldn't help asking: "Hurricane Katrina..."

"Isn't this the disaster that you and I mentioned to Bordeaux more than 30 years ago because of the arrival of a powerful Son?"

Henrik nodded.

"That's that!"

He glanced at Roger, "And the person in charge of the Hunter Guild was President Yarahan!"

"That is to say we are now standing in Crescent City thirty years ago?!"

Henrik nodded.

"I'm afraid that's how it is."

"No, it'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 were just Crescent City 30 years ago, there would be no other demon hunters here. What they are now in is not a twisted or copied curse space.

It's time.

Or...

A strange idea popped up in Roger's mind.

The two were communicating when suddenly a few figures wrapped in black cloth rushed out of the alley next to them. They were covered all over and rushed past Roger and headed straight for the door in the distance.

"stop!"

"Don't get closer!"

A cold shout came from behind, and Roger turned around. The demon hunter who had just sent them in tightly held the axe in his hand.

But after hearing his words, the running figures not only did not slow down, but instead arched their backs, increasing their speed a little more.

"I said, stop!"

"Bang!"

A gunshot came, and the middle-aged man who was leading the previous one pulled the trigger without hesitation, and rushed to the figure in front of him and fell down.

But his counterattack actually aroused the fierceness of others.

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

Several people raised their backs and heard a few crisp sounds on their bodies. Their height was actually two meters away, and their noses and mouths protruded forward, looking like a crazy wild dog.

"Come and help!"

The middle-aged man shouted.
Chapter completed!