"It's the bell of President Abraham."
Everyone came to the square spontaneously. On the high platform of the square, a handsome middle-aged man appeared on it. He had black hair, a burly body, and a resolute face.
"The headquarters has responded to my application, and support will arrive tomorrow."
"In addition to the support of personnel, there are also weapons. As long as we survive the most difficult two days, we can survive this crisis!"
After listening to his words, the people below were excited.
"Now I want to distribute the final supplies for everyone."
As President Abraham spoke, he ordered the demon hunters standing aside to distribute the ammunition supplies, and finally he took out a palm-sized black box.
"If it is an emergency and you are fatally injured, you can take this potion, remember it must be the last moment!"
Abraham exhorted word by word.
"He is a legend," Henrik whispered to Roger. "In that battle, Abraham fought to the last moment. Although he survived in the end, he was severely injured."
"Not long after the new president took office, he passed away due to his injuries."
A trace of rare respect appeared on Henrik's face, "Such a guy is indeed remarkable."
While the two were whispering, the team in the square was divided into several columns, each responsible for different areas of the city.
Roger and Henrik mingled in the crowd, and they had already made up their minds to get out of here as soon as they got the chance, looking for a way to get out of this weird place.
From morning to dusk, they dealt with several attacks in a row, and the two of them did not find a chance to leave the city. Night fell, just as they planned to return to their resting place.
On the pitch-black street, a cloud of black mist suddenly surged. The area of this black mist was huge. It shrouded the sky and seemed to cover the entire cursed land.
Roars and screams sounded one after another.
In every room in the city, terrible mutations and massacres are taking place.
Crackling!
The wooden door was shattered, and all kinds of strange and twisted figures rushed out of it.
"What happened?"
"When did this cloud of black mist appear?"
The killing begins.
Henrik and Roger were dragged into the battle group before they could escape.
At this time, Roger was very easy to deal with this mutated monster, but as the monster fell, his emotions became weirder and weirder.
When he came back to his senses, Roger realized that not only him, but other people around him also fell into a strange mania.
They seemed to have forgotten their rationality as humans, and they just attacked mechanically, and even if they were seriously injured, they didn't know how to dodge.
It is not known who was the first to inject the potion given to them by Abraham.
"Roar!"
The body of the witcher injected with the potion swelled, and his face became extremely ferocious.
Click!
After twisting the neck of a monster casually, blood splashed on his face, and the witcher let out a howl of excitement.
2nd, 3rd.
Affected by an inexplicable emotion, more and more people were injected with the drug, and gradually, the situation became out of control.
"Boom!"
Ouroboros spun around in his mind, and Roger punched Henrik in the shoulder.
"Calm down, this is not our fight!"
Henrik's eyes regained a little clarity. He looked around and saw the chaos of the city.
At this time, both the surrounding monsters and the witcher fell into chaos, no one paid attention to Roger, and the two retreated, but at this moment, Roger saw a figure floating from the top of the clock tower.
"It's Abraham!"
"What is he going to do?"
Henrik frowned, "The support won't arrive until tomorrow, a whole night is enough to kill all the monsters in the city!"
"Stab!"
Abraham suddenly tore off the clothes on his body, and his majestic body was covered with black patterns.
With his hands raised above his head, terrifying power exploded from under his feet.
Boom!
The entire bell tower exploded from within.
A huge red magic circle appeared from the ground!
"Is this the final counterattack?" Henrik looked at something happening in the distance.
There were words in Abraham's mouth, and every time he uttered a spell, a witcher wailed and died with a headshot.
"What happened?!"
The blood of the dead demon hunters gathered together and poured into the magic circle underground from the air.
"Hahaha!"
"What a once-in-a-lifetime opportunity!"
A grin came out of Abraham's mouth. He opened his hands and pulled a cloud of black mist from his mouth. At the same time, the magic circle under his feet shone brightly, and bloody energy poured into his body.
Black and red formed a cycle in his body.
"What... what's going on here?"
Henrik's face changed greatly. What Abraham did at this time was obviously not to reverse the situation in New Moon City.
For his own purpose, he actually sacrificed all the witchers in the entire city alive!
"Are the records in the guild all lies?"
Henrik took a step forward, as if intending to stop everything in front of him, but soon he came back to his senses.
They are in a weird time gap, and what they see are only images from 30 years ago.
No matter how hard you try, you can't change what has happened.
At this time, Abraham, who was floating in the sky, also found Roger and Henrik in the corner.
However, he was obviously not in the mood to deal with these two fish that had slipped through the net. He opened his hands and continued with his ritual.
Roger frowned and looked at Abraham in the sky.
At this time, he felt the abnormality in Abraham.
Anomalies from the soul.
This guy is just like himself. No wonder he would do such a thing.
"He is the president of Bordeaux, why did he do this?" Henrik obviously couldn't understand what Abraham did.
At this moment, Roger's ears moved slightly.
He turned his head and looked into the distance.
"Listen..."
"What?" Henryk looked confused.
"It seems to be the sound of waves."
Roger's nose twitched.
"And the fishy smell of sea water."
"How is it possible? It's at least a distance from the sea..."
In the next second, he opened his eyes wide, looking at the huge black waves sweeping from the sky.
A flash of inspiration flashed in my mind, "Hurricane Katrina has landed!"
"Reality affects the cursed land!"
Just talking, the sound of the waves crashing into the ears, looking from the New Moon City, the horizon in the distance is connected into a line.
That momentum seems to be drowning the whole world!
"How could there be such a big impact?!" Roger was also secretly stunned.
"Maybe it has something to do with the magic circle under his feet!" Henrik said casually, and pulled Roger to run away.
It would be fatal to shoot such a big noise directly.
"Ahhh!"
Abraham, who was floating in the sky, roared unwillingly.
"Damn! Damn!"
"Give me a few more minutes, just a few minutes!"
Boom!
The huge waves submerged everything, and the next moment, Henrik and Roger who were running were swept away. The moment they turned their heads, Roger saw that Abraham's body was torn in half by the backlash force of the magic circle.
Trembling violently, the entire cursed land seemed to be torn apart.
The sky spun, seawater poured into the whole world, and the body was washed away uncontrollably, and then hit the invisible barrier.
Without the pain as imagined, looking at the floating corpses around him, Roger suddenly realized something.
"Could it be that my body came from here?"
In a trance, he felt that his consciousness had come to a special place.