Late at night, Vigima Street was extremely empty and there was no sign of it, and even the patrol guards were missing.

A harsh friction noise suddenly came from the corner of the street. A hunched figure, like a ox, dragged a stretcher and walked slowly forward. Two men covered in blood and in a coma were tied on the stretcher. The figure also supported a man with broken arms with the other hand.

He was equivalent to one person carrying the weight of three strong men. When he walked, his sweat was like a fountain, his chest was undulating, and his breathing sound was as heavy as a broken bellows.

"Master... why don't you let us go first." The knight who was supported by him said weakly, and then his face was twisted due to the severe pain.

"Try to deal with the bat-winged demon together... it's the comrades-in-arms," ​​sweat flowed into the corner of the witch hunter's eyes. He blinked in discomfort and showed a weak smile at the knight, "Do you look down on me if you want me to abandon my comrades-in-arms?"

"Comrade-in-arms?" Mars looked a little dazed. He never thought he would be recognized by the butcher in the sewer. The witch hunter didn't seem to want to be as difficult as the legendary one.

"Hold on for a while, and it will be here soon!"

"Um…"

Before the demon hunter was exhausted, he finally saw the familiar faces. Four burly men rushed down from the building and carried them into the room.

...

"How is the injury?"

"Diet is impossible." Berenkael took off his white apron and blood-stained leather gloves, "those two guys with broken hands and feet..."

“Yagun and Zelin.”

"I have already sucked the bones for them, sutured the wound, and recovered after several months of rest. The remaining one was the worst injured, several ribs were broken, but he was lucky. The broken bones did not require cleaning, nor did they hurt the internal organs, and internal bleeding." Beiliangall sighed, "It's a pity that the environment here is simple, so I can only barely deal with the injury and hold his life. When tomorrow, you must ask Princess Yada to ask a more professional doctor to treat him. Of course, it's best to let the lady in the lake take action personally."

Roy sincerely thanked, "I didn't expect you to be not only a foundry master, but also a good player in healing patients!"

"It's not a good idea. Being a mercenary, you're often injured. If you're sick for a long time, you will naturally know some first aid methods." Berenkael glanced at several demon hunters around him, "Tell me, boy, what happened in the sewer? How could they be so seriously injured?"

...

The demon hunters surrounded a rectangular table with two bloody and terrifying heads on them, from two bat-winged demons.

Their mouths opened with a jagged mouth, their slender tongues were pulled out of their mouths, and they tied a knot to their chin. The scarlet eyes were like half a rotten pomegranate. Perhaps they suffered too much pain during their lifetime, so they could not rest until they died.

Resso stroked the horns on the top of the bat-winged demon's head, and his palm slid down the horns. The entire surface of the head felt as tough as cowhide, and lizard-like horny. When he touched the bloody mouth that was grinning to the root of his ear, he observed their mouths and teeth like observing the teeth of horses.

"From the teeth, this bat-winged demon is less than five years old, and the other one is over twenty years old. If you meet them, your luck is even more stinky than the salted fish of Covell." The bald man carefully looked his disciple up and down again, and confirmed that he was not missing his arms and legs. He said with gratitude, "What did you do? Take three crappy white rose knights and kill two bat-winged demons. It's a miracle!"

"I bet those three brothers didn't last five seconds!"

"The Bat Winged Demon is one of my most hated enemies. He is fast and full of strength." Seret wrapped his hands around his chest with a solemn expression, "If it were me, he would have capsized in the gutter if he wasn't careful!"

"A remarkable achievement! Beautiful, Roy!" Ox pinched the young man's shoulder with admiration, "Before I know, no one in our school can do it, even the Grand Master Ivar."

"Kill both ends at once, you are this among all the witch hunters..." He gave a thumbs up.

In an instant, everyone's eyes were fixed on the young companion. He was lying on the rattan chair, gently and regularly stroking the puppy's hot belly and soft back. Golfin squinted his eyes comfortably, his beard trembled slightly, and he screamed "hu...hu".

"Actually, only one bat-winged demon appeared at the beginning," Roy explained. "According to Resor's reminder, I took the lead in using Dragon Dream to severely damage it, and then joined forces with the three White Rose Knights to solve it."

"Four people take the lead," Resor pondered, "If you cooperate with the tacit understanding, it is not impossible to kill a young bat-winged demon. As a inferior species among low-level vampires, the bat-winged demon often has no brains. But the other guy cannot be ignored!"

"It came late, and only appeared after its 'little brother' died, and then seriously injured three knights in one fell swoop, and I..." Roy paused, stared at the little beast, and said softly, "Golphin saved my life, so that I can successfully kill this 'this beast'."

"Save you? Stop joking. This little thing is not enough to be blocked between the bat-winged demons. How can I save you?" Ox looked disbelief.

"It pounced on me and blocked my attack!"

"Are you serious?" The few demon hunters next to him looked at Golfing's eyes instantly became different.

"certainly."

"Then it's a good dog!" Oaks reached out to touch the dog's head, but Golfin flashed instantly, "Brave, loyal,... can escape from the claws of the bat-winged demon, and his life is strong enough! When we buy a piece of land, this little thing will be responsible for guarding the house!"

"It's not necessarily a dog!" Roy whispered, "But I have used my ultimate trick to defeat the bat-winged demon!"

"The trick, what trick do you have? Why don't we know?" Oaks pinched his fist and approached the witch hunter step by step. "Little slip, don't forget that I have guided you in swordsmanship. I know your skills very well. It is impossible to fight the Bat-winged Demon alone. Tell me the truth now, don't fool me!"

"Two dragons, and my space ability, unexpectedly...!"

Ox was reluctantly satisfied with the answer, with a provocative look on his face.

"It seems that your skills have improved a lot recently. When you recover, let's talk again?"

"Happy!"

"What about the precious parts of the body of the bat-winged demon? "Serrit asked next to him, "You won't throw them away in the sewer with the corpse, right?"

"I never waste anything valuable..." Roy pressed his arm on the rattan chair, barely supporting his body, and placed an oval mutation inducer the size of a fist onto the table.

It's probably equivalent to the normal level.

"Roy, keep the mutant yourself, these two heads..." Oaks narrowed his eyes and turned to the side, "Give me one, make the trophy and hang it on the saddle bag!"

It is a hobby of a very few demon hunters to make a specimen of the monster's head into a saddle bag. This can demonstrate force, shock the slut, and attract business. However, Roy doesn't like it, that's too show-off.

"Take it yourself!"

"It's a pity that it's not a bat-winged brain demon..." Ox looked at the hideous beast skull with a slight regret on his face. "Otherwise, if you hang it in a saddle bag, which guy who doesn't have eyes dares to provoke me?"

The difference between the bat-winged brain demon and the bat-winged demon is doubled, and even the risk is fatal to sophisticated witch hunters such as Oaks and Resor.

"Come on..." Seret solemnly reminded, "Boy, can you tell the difference between the two? If you hit the bat-winged brain demon, use your space ability to escape directly, don't die!"

"Um!"

At this time, Berenkall, who had been silently studying the bat-winged demon, suddenly waved, and in front of everyone, he opened the bloody mouth of one of the heads, and then turned its tongue over.

"What's the matter?" Roy leaned over and saw a row of black symbols from the bottom of his tongue full of tiny flesh.

"You haven't noticed it before?"

"I'm busy helping me, so I don't have time to observe this thing." Roy confirmed that the marked at the bottom of the Bat-winged Demon's tongue was a row of common text.

"blakat…gray…ba. Black Greba, black Greba…"

The five witch hunters looked at each other, and no one recognized the meaning of this sentence.

Berenkall then opened the bottom of the other bat-winged brain demon's tongue to check. As expected, a row of black twisted characters were also imprinted, but the meaning was different.

“Coram ·Agh ·Tera…Zhulan Ah ·Tera.”

Roy asked Berengail, but he had no answer, and the three witch hunters shook their heads.

Roy said his analysis, "The black Greba sounds like a certain name, nickname, and the second character is undoubtedly a name. From the grammar, it belongs to an ancient and noble character. Then these two rows of characters represent two people, that is, they have tattooed their own marks on the body of the bat-winged demon and the bat-winged brain demon, just like..."

"It's like the mark left by the master on the slave?" Ox said in a weird tone.

"Do you think someone raises these two monsters in the sewer?" Berenkar looked like a ghost.

"I don't think this is possible!" Seret's tone was hesitant first, and then firmly, "Everyone, the introduction to the witch hunter textbook "Biotheory" describes it clearly. The bat-winged demon has a low IQ and is purely dominated by the desire to kill and eat, and cannot be trained."

"Nothing is absolutely true. Resor, exceptions can happen at any time..." Resor said, "I have a premonition that it is not a coincidence that Roy encountered these two monsters in the sewer, nor can he be blamed purely for being unlucky. Someone controls them behind them."

"Maybe this is the case," said Berengail, "a powerful warlock captured the two bat-winged demons, and then forcibly branded them with magic power. As far as I know, anesthesia, or magical means can do this."

Everyone was silent. There were too many possibilities for the mark, and they couldn't figure it out for a while.

"Roy, let's go together next time we act."

"Well, but we have to see Princess Yada first." After using all the means of saving lives, the witch hunter did not intend to break into the sewer again. Who can't determine whether there is still an existence that is more terrifying than the bat-winged demon hidden there.
Chapter completed!