Time goes back to five minutes ago, when Ren was going to deliver the "express delivery".
In a dark corner, Steve complained dissatisfiedly: "I said, Dear Director Jones, how long do we have to wait? It feels uncomfortable to be blown by the cold wind next to this smelly ditch."
As a Faloran man, this kind of moment should be in the arms of a sexy girl.
Jones, who was wearing a black hat and a mustache on his chin, snorted coldly: "Steve, you are so weird. You just became a demon-slaying black warrior (third level), are you already drifting off?!"
I regard you as a brother, but you actually slept with my wife and had the nerve to propose to her! If you don’t help me today, I will break your three legs!"
Remembering the incident more than a month ago, Jones was furious. He and Steve were both locals of Bushen City. They were students in the same occult class and had a close friendship.
After graduation, one person joined the 7th Bureau and the other joined the Steam Alliance. Joining a big organization does not necessarily mean you will do better. Large organizations such as the Steam Alliance and the Demon Hunter Association are very powerful, but there are also many talents and competition.
More intense.
Jones is the person in charge of Bureau 7 of Buchen City, a third-level peak Silver Rose Knight. Although Bureau 7 is only a special law enforcement agency of the Kingdom of Faloran, it is not as powerful as the Demon Hunter Association.
But he gets along better than Steve, and his wife Mary is an inscription warlock (second level).
Steve rubbed his hands and was very cheeky: "It's not my fault, it's Mary herself who said she was lonely, so I helped her out of good intentions.
Who made you so busy at work that you neglected her? Besides, your female secretary is so enchanting, don’t tell me you haven’t slept with her!"
The atmosphere in Faloran is very open. Adult men and women, as long as they have the conditions, will look for lovers outside.
In fact, Farrowland was not open to this extent at first. What it is today is actually related to the reforms of the king, Charles IV, more than a hundred years ago.
Jones blew his beard and glared, and snorted coldly: "Let's talk about business, remember to go all out later, don't work too hard and don't work hard!"
Steve, who was holding the Black Samurai sword, was a little confused: "I said, can the 38 of us really kill the nearly 30 demons inside?
There should be not only a Dark Count inside, but also a Blood Count who is about to be promoted. Let me declare in advance that I can deal with the Viscount at most."
It’s not that Steve is not confident, the title of a demon and the rank of a human do not correspond one-to-one!
On average, the fighting power of a baron-level demon is equivalent to that of a human transcendent from the peak of the first level to the beginning of the second level, while a viscount is equivalent to a transcendent from the second level to the peak of the second level. The earl-level demon generally requires a mid-level to third-level.
Only the extraordinary beings at the peak of the third level can deal with it.
This gap is evened out at the fourth level, because humans who can reach this level have good talents, and their combat effectiveness at the same level will not be inferior.
Of course, there are also some miscellaneous demons who don't even have titles. They are generally cannon fodder, used to consume ordinary human soldiers.
In the middle and low levels, the combat effectiveness of demons is generally higher than the average level of humans at the corresponding level, and basically requires extraordinary people in the middle and late stages of this level to deal with them, except of course some human geniuses.
Steve is now at the beginning of the third level. He has just been promoted. He is not a genius. He cannot kill any dark count. He can only protect himself.
Jones smiled slightly: "Don't worry, our help will be here soon!"
Who made these guys actually take advantage of the students? "Bloodaxe" Jonathan and Keira arrived soon. Jonathan is a berserker at the beginning of the fourth level. Keira, as a white wizard, plays a big role in the battle.
Even though Bushen University didn't seem to pay any attention to Alice's matter, in fact, Kayla and Eisen both knew that something was wrong about Tim's disappearance and had secretly contacted Bureau 7.
People who can do well in this world don't have any bad brains.
In the lobby, the lights were bright, and a group of demons were holding a dance. There was a long table beside the dance floor, with a lot of champagne, red wine and some pastries on it.
Demons suck blood for training and to quickly increase their strength, but they can also enjoy human food.
In the center of the hall stood a young man with neatly combed hair, wearing a tuxedo and shiny leather shoes.
He was handsome, holding a glass of champagne, and said loudly: "Noble descendants of the Holy Blood, thank you for your help during this time!
After I get promoted, I will definitely reward you all!"
A burst of warm applause rang out from around him, and Gordon couldn't help but feel high-spirited. He enjoyed the feeling of being the center of attention.
As he is about to be promoted to Marquis, more and more people are fawning over him, and many vampire girls are also becoming enthusiastic.
The vampire Earl Gordon couldn't help but open his hands, as if to embrace the whole world. His voice was full of passion: "Fellow compatriots, we are the masters of this world! The former humans were just our slaves!
They have stolen our authority, and after I am promoted, I will lead everyone to regain our glory, starting from Faloran!"
The middle and low-level demons present stopped dancing and applauded like thunder. No matter what they thought in their hearts, at least they gave them enough face on the surface.
Of course, some people sneered. Jerry stood in a corner and muttered in a low voice: "Tch! Isn't he just a good uncle? I can't stand the way his nostrils are turned up!"
Those who didn’t know this thought he was going to be promoted to Grand Duke!”
Levin took a sip of champagne, feeling the fragrance in his mouth, and suddenly understood what Lord Alves said, human beings are a race that knows how to live.
He patted the back of his younger brother's head and reprimanded in a low voice: "Jerry, don't talk nonsense. The guys from the Ruimoer tribe are very narrow-minded."
Jerry snorted and drank the champagne in one gulp. He hated Gordon, he was a villain.
In the middle of the dance floor, Gordon, who had spoken a few more words, stopped without finishing his speech. He was not completely carried away.
With a smile on his face, he took out the gold pocket watch in his pocket: "Everyone, I am holding a celebration in advance today. Thank you for your support!
For this reason, I have prepared a surprise! I specially went to Fanxing Winery to order a box of Crimson Moon. Check the time, it should be delivered right away."
"Oh, that's great!" A vampire beauty exclaimed in a low voice.
"How generous Mr. Gordon is!"
"It promises to be a wonderful night."
Everyone was very happy. Crimson Moon is a top-notch red wine, but of course there are exceptions.
"Big dog!" Jerry muttered in a low voice, earning a shudder from Levin.
"Bang!"
At this moment, there was a loud noise, and Ren kicked in the door with a wooden box in his arms: "Ladies and gentlemen, your express delivery has arrived!"
Gordon frowned. He was indeed a despicable human being, downright rude. He barely maintained his gentlemanly demeanor: "Sir, please put away the 282-year-old red wine I ordered, and remember to keep your voice down when closing the door."
Ren was stunned, looked at the demons who were watching him, and showed a bright smile: "Sorry, what I'm sending you is not red wine, but a clock!"
The demons were stunned. Bell? What bell?
"Whoa!"
Ren didn't hesitate, injected spiritual energy into the gray crystal in the wooden box, and threw the box into the sky in the center of the hall!
"Bang!"
There was a huge explosion, and countless red flames scattered in all directions. The red flame crystal was a psychic explosive recommended by the old goat.
The power of the flames is not as powerful as the flames of the sun, but it is enough to burn demons below level three.
"Get away!" Gordon yelled, his face turned livid.
"Ah!" A vampire baron's hair was set on fire, and he was rolling on the ground holding his head!
The flames ignited the clothes, tables and chairs of many demons present. The fire was raging and they were in a hurry.
Ren didn't just watch. He took out the two guns from his black windbreaker and crossed his hands to sweep them.
"Bang! Bang! Bang!..."
In the hall, amid the flames, there was loud gunfire, and Renn fired 15 rounds of demon-hunting bullets in an instant.
A female Viscount of the Vampire family covered her heart in disbelief and fell to the ground instantly. She died a little grievously, and she didn't expect anyone to attack her.
"Plop!"
A werewolf baron appeared in half-animal form, covering his neck and lying on the ground, the fire ignited the hair on his body.
"Ah! Bang!"
"Crack!"
There were screams, wailing, falling, and breaking glass, and the scene was extremely chaotic for a while.
A small ball of flame also fell on the long table filled with wine glasses, and the flames burned brightly.
Gordon, the blood Earl, was the quickest to react. He raised his hand and a tablecloth was instantly dyed blood red, lying in front of him like a shield, blocking a silver demon-hunting bullet flying towards him.
"Whoa!"
His face was extremely gloomy, and the blood gathered on his pale palms, forming an arrow as red as blood, which flew through the air and pierced Ren!
"despair!"
Ren was already on guard. He stepped on the floor tiles with his foot, exerted force on his legs, and jumped back to dodge inside and outside the hall.
"laugh!"
The blood arrow hit the mahogany door, eroding a large black hole.
Behind the mahogany door, Ren's expression remained unchanged. He took out the empty magazine of the Type 4 Demon Hunting Gun and replaced it with a new one.
The Type 6 gun did not move. There were still two rounds of bullets in it. One of them was a golden demon-hunting bullet. He deliberately left it behind. He fired another round and it was almost a close combat.
The remaining 20 demons in the hall breathed a sigh of relief. They had just killed 8 people in an instant, and many others were injured.
In the corner of the hall, Jerry extinguished the flames with Levin's help, and his clothes were all burnt.
He also complained: "Surprise! This is your fucking surprise!"
