Ignoring the little wolf girl's wailing.

The demon hunter stepped on her thin body, aimed the demon hunting gun in his hand at Vivian's head, and said in a low voice.

"Wolf cub, haven't your tribe members told you that the witch hunter's bullets are not that easy to catch."

"Aowu~"

Under the feet of the witch hunter, the little wolf girl kept attacking the witch hunter's boots with her slender arms. The little wolf girl struggled with her body and let out a weak roar from her mouth.

This scene happened in the forest.

If it were any other place, it would definitely attract criticism from a group of self-righteous people.

However, looking at the little wolf girl controlled by the witch hunter, Amanda simply frowned and quickly adjusted her mentality.

After all, this child who seemed weak by the witch hunter was not really weak.

On the contrary, she is actually a terrible monster who can hold bullets and easily knock an adult male out.

Even the weak appearance in front of him may be just a disguise used by the other party to conceal his eyes and deceive sympathy.

Take a deep breath and stop looking at the little wolf girl who is wailing and struggling at the feet of the witch hunter.

Amanda looked up at Geralt in front of her and then spoke, "If our investigation is not wrong, her mother should have been dead."

Hearing Amanda's explanation, the witch hunter Geralt looked down at the little wolf girl at her feet.

"It turned out to be a wolf cub who was forced to live in isolation."

The eyes fell on Vivian's green eyes, and a strange look flashed in Geralt's eyes.

However, the next moment, the expression on his face returned to his original cold posture.

As a war-torn demon hunter, he naturally would not commit such stupid things as sympathy for prey.

On the magic gun, the mysterious runes began to flash.

"Say hello to your mother for me, wolf cub."

As Geralt finished speaking, the runes on the magic gun in his hand shone a little more.

However, just when the witch hunter wanted to pull the trigger and send the little wolf and mother to reunite.

An inexplicable palpitations suddenly emerged in Geralt's heart.

Stopped his own shooting, the witch hunter turned his head and looked at the Devil River Forest behind him, with a solemn expression.

Deep in the quiet forest, he felt an unprecedented dark force spreading from it.

This power is weird and evil, even in Geralt's career as a witch hunter.

Under the sight of the witch hunter, everything around the forest became distorted and weird. The straight-growing trees were scattered and clawed, and they were tangled together bizarrely, like a weird scene in a nightmare. In the depths of this twisted forest, Geralt saw a tall figure who was more than two meters tall, wearing a suit and a black hat on his head, and only showed sharp teeth. He held a twisted umbrella and walked out of the depths of the forest with twisted footsteps.

The twisted figure was strange and strange. Even if it was just touched by the eyes, Geralt felt a sense of madness that was twisted inside.

"Everyone, close your eyes and don't look at it!"

Gritting his teeth and turning the magic gun in his hand at the tall and thin figure walking out of the forest. The witch hunter reminded everyone behind him with a hoarse voice.

Hearing the witch hunter screaming at the top of his lungs.

Amanda closed his eyes without hesitation.

Although he lost his vision, Amanda could still clearly hear all the movements coming from around him.

Subconsciously clenched the pistol, the cold touch in her hand not only did not change the slightest sense of security, but instead made Amanda feel a little more uneasy.

"ah--"

A shrill scream sounded in my ears.

In the direction Amanda closed her eyes tightly towards, a town policeman who had no time to close his eyes.

The eyes looked at each other with the twisted figures that appeared in the forest.

The next second, in the horrified gaze of the town police, he saw his fingers begin to bend, and an invisible force pulled his fingers to make a twisted flip.

"No, no, no!"

Looking at his twisted fingers, the town police shook their heads in fear and begged bitterly.

However, the twist did not stop because of his plea.

Crack, Crack, Crack!

Amid a series of horrifying sounds of bone shattering, the town policeman's head was twisted behind him, his eyes were raised, and his body was twisted into a strange appearance.

Thick blood sprayed out of the twisted flesh, and a large number of broken white bones were vaguely visible under the blood-red muscles.

"Damn it!"

Looking at the twisted corpse of the town police, the expression on the witch hunter's face became a little ugly.

Just looking at each other will be distorted.

Such a very strange power is quite tricky even in Geralt's opinion.

He took the twisted steps and came to the witch hunter to stop.

The tall and thin figure twisted his neck and bent down in a strange and twisted posture to look at the little wolf girl Vivian under the feet of the witch hunter.

"Your purpose is a wolf cub?!"

The witch hunter said hoarsely as he noticed the target of the tall and thin figure's gaze.

“…”

Faced with Geralt's questioning, the tall and thin figure did not respond at all, but just kept a silent and twisted posture.

However, it was just such a silence.

The demon hunter felt a huge pressure and looked down at the demon hunting gun in his hand. The runes on the gun became dim and distorted.

“…”

I measured the possibility of surviving my life after continuing to confront me.

The witch hunter had to make concessions.

There is no doubt that he is no longer a hunter role at the moment.

He lifted up the boots he had stepped on the little wolf girl and took a step back.

As the witch hunter looked at him, the tall and thin body with a still figure began to move. It stretched out the twisted umbrella in its hand and gently hooked the little wolf girl on the ground with the handle.

The next second, Geralt's gaze twisted.

The little wolf girl who was lying on the ground appeared on the handle of the tall and thin figure.

The slender and pale palm grabbed the tip of the umbrella and pressed the hat on his head towards the witch hunter.

Immediately afterwards, the tall and thin figure turned around and took twisted steps, and disappeared into the depths of the forest in the blink of an eye.

As the distorted figure left, the twisted trees around them returned to their original straight shape again, and the suppressed and distorted forces filled the forest also dissipated.

"Huh~"

The eyes were withdrawn from the direction where the figure disappeared, and the witch hunter breathed a sigh of relief.
Chapter completed!