The world of the extraordinary is clearly hierarchical.

Ordinary people need to undergo soul transformation rituals to become extraordinary people, experience the first soul transformation, and fully stimulate the soul's fusion ability.

After the soul transformation is successful, choose to merge different "demon souls" into corresponding extraordinary professions.

Demon soul is a general term for the souls of all kinds of monsters, monsters, insects, monsters and demons. It does not include the souls of the wise race, and distinguishes the two.

The first time the demon soul merged was called the main soul.

The main soul can play its greatest role, and the strength bonus on the extraordinary is also the highest, and it determines the career direction. As the strength increases, the soul will become stronger and stronger. Until a soul rises, a new demon soul can be fused, which is generally called a secondary soul.

Each time a demon soul is fused, the extraordinary person's profession level will be increased by one level.

Level 1 to Level 3 belongs to the primary level extraordinary person, with one main soul and two secondary souls. Level 3 is the level bottleneck. If you want to break through to the intermediate level, that is, level 4 to level 6, you must make another soul transformation and then fuse the new main soul.

As the level increases, the difficulty of soul transformation becomes increasingly greater.

The extraordinary person needs to go from the first level to the higher level ninth level, and to undergo three soul transformations and six ascents, as well as the fusion of nine demon souls.

At the higher level, perform the fourth soul transformation ritual and enter the legend!

Extraordinary people above level 10 are all legends. They break through the limits of human lifespan and have powerful powers that ordinary people can't imagine.

Many people have only heard of legendary stories throughout their lives, but have never met a legend in front of them.

Now, Renn saw a suspected legendary witch hunter!

However, except for the dwarf Zoltan, no one in the hotel realized that there was a legend around him, and he just regarded Roger as a relatively strong demon hunter.

“Sometimes, it’s a blessing to not know the truth.”

Rennes muttered to himself.

He had a very intuitive feeling about the power of this witch hunter. Compared with the souls of ordinary people, Roger's soul was as dazzling as the sun and could hardly be seen directly.

Even just a glance, I was backfired. I really don’t know how terrible he was when he took action!

Renn didn't dare to watch it anymore, for fear of provoking this legend with a seemingly cold personality.

He hurriedly finished the remaining potato stew and rushed upstairs to his room.

However, Renne didn't know that after he went upstairs, Roger glanced at his back and said to Zoltan: "What is the origin of this young man? Are you very familiar with him?"

"I'm not very familiar. A young man who just came to the Ryan District was either eliminated by the academy or had a quarrel with his family. He had only been living in for a day, but he was just a very powerful mechanic." Zoltan touched his beard, remembering the tube he saw just now, and couldn't help asking, "How did you know?"

"He has the smell of a workshop, and it comes all the way from your yard, and I can smell it across three streets."

Zoltan exclaimed, "Your nose is so smart than a dog."

"It's quite interesting young man." Roger withdrew his gaze, and a thoughtful look flashed in his cat-like eyes.

"Stop talking about Rennes." Zoltan put down his wine glass, took out the cards from his pocket, and shouted: "Come on, let's play a few games first. I haven't seen you for ten years, let's see if your card skills have declined. Hehe, I have collected a lot of rare cards over the years. If you are still at the level of ten years ago, then wait to die!"

Roger's face changed slightly, he sat upright and said seriously: "Even if I have been sleeping for the past few years, you can't beat me."

As he said that, he took out a large stack of cards from his waist's skin.

The next morning, Rennes, who was energetic, went downstairs to the hotel lobby, but saw Zoltan and Roger still sitting on the counter playing cards.

The two of them have not even changed their positions, obviously from last night to now.

Rennes didn't bother them, passed by, had a free breakfast and entered the workshop behind him, and continued to process the shotgun parts.

For several days, Rennes soaked in the workshop from morning to night, and one part after another was successfully manufactured.

Once in the morning and evening every day, he would go to the hotel lobby to have a meal, and then see Zoltan and Roger playing cards.

Zoltan handed over the hotel to his servants and ignored anything else.

The same is true for Roger. He is a legendary extraordinary man who sits there playing cards day and night, just like an Internet-addicted boy who has been eating and living in an Internet cafe for several months.

The image of a master who was originally in Rennes's mind collapsed immediately.

Five days later, Renne breathed a long breath with a freshly ground black wooden butt stock in his hand.

This is the last part of the shotgun!

The other 70 parts have been made, and with this stock, it can be assembled into a complete Remington m870 shotgun.

He walked to the workbench with the butt stock, and placed all the parts on a coarse cloth, neatly arranged.

Without any pause, Renne began to assemble.

Although this is the first physical assembly, he has assembled hundreds of times in games and mobile phones, and the order is well known. He can do whatever part should be installed at any step, with his eyes closed.

The hands kept moving, as smooth as flowing water. Soon, a pure black shotgun appeared in the hand, showing the beauty of craftsmanship.

Renn felt the weight and size of the gun body, which was very similar to the parameters in the three-dimensional structure diagram. It was heavy in his hand, so it was fine to use it to smash people.

He put the butt on his right shoulder, held the front guard of the gun with his left hand, and made an aiming position.

Pull the trigger and make a crisp sound.

The guardrail was pulled with his left hand, and with a click, it was loaded again with a crisp sound. He pulled the trigger several times in a row, but there was no problem with the internal structure running very stably.

Now it's almost time to load the bullet.

Renn looked at a cardboard box on the table, and he had made bullets yesterday.

Zoltan has a single-step rotary tower pressing bed specially designed for bullets. Just replace the mold of the corresponding size to manually press the bullets.

The m870 uses a 12-caliber bullet. Rennes used brass to make a batch of shells, paired with base fire and steel balls, used all the black gunpowder, and made a total of thirty shotguns.

There is a target wall in the workshop, which is usually used by Zoltan to test guns. It has a pothole on it and a layer of stone wall has been knocked out.

Renne loaded a bullet and stood five meters away and shot at the wall.

Bang!

With a muffled sound, white smoke was sprayed out of the barrel, and a strong smell of gunpowder came into the nostrils.

Renne raised his hand to sweep away the smoke in front of him, his face full of unstoppable joy.

The recoil from the gun body was not small, but within a bearable range. He walked to the target wall and carefully checked it and found dozens of fine small holes. The distribution was very random, with a killing range covering about half a square meter, which was quite amazing.

If this shot hits a person, it will definitely make the person a sieve!

Next, Renne loaded three bullets at once, fired quickly in a row, and left more small holes on the target wall. However, there were countless pits on the target wall, which were messy. If he hadn't searched for them on purpose, it would be difficult to find these inconspicuous small holes.

"Okay, this gun is fine, it's just that the smoke is too smoky. I'll improve it later if I have the chance."

Rennes did not continue testing, there were only thirty bullets in total, and the rest could not be wasted.

"Now, the time for revenge is here."

He silently disassembled the gun into parts, packed it with the bullets in black cloth bags, and walked out of the workshop. When passing by the hotel lobby, Zoltan and Roger were still playing cards. He went upstairs to put the cloth bag under the bed in the room, and then went downstairs to the counter.

"Zoltan, I won't borrow your workshop tomorrow."

Zoltan looked up at Renne and said in surprise: "It's going to be so soon?"

But he was always thinking about playing cards. Before Renn answered, he shook his hand, "You borrowed the workshop for five days, and I didn't calculate the materials you used carefully. Just give me a total of 300 copper lisots."

Renn paid the money readily and said sincerely: "Thank you."

He actually took advantage of this time. The coal and metal materials he used up during the five-day period must have been more than 50 copper lisos. Without Zoltan's generous help, he would not know when he would take revenge.

Zoltan nodded indifferently and did not speak anymore.

Roger, sitting opposite him, focused on the cards, and didn't even look at Rennes.

Rennes did not bother them and turned away from the hotel.

He returned along the way he came a few days ago and took a look when he passed the Church of Justice. Unfortunately, no fallen people were judged in the past few days, so he had no chance to absorb the soul and recharge.

Arrived at the station, took the bus, and after a transfer, Renn arrived on Wood Street in Honeyton District.

The residents of Honeyton District are mainly businessmen, white-collar workers and chamber of commerce employees. Most of them are engaged in decent jobs. The economic conditions are much more abundant than those in slums and the streets are not as crowded.

Rennes is familiar with Wood Street and soon arrives where he is looking for.

The Sword of Maloney, the swordsmanship that I worked in not long ago.

Raine did not approach the swordsmanship to avoid being recognized by the people they knew, but sat down in an open-air cafe hundreds of meters away, ordered a cup of iced tea, sat in a remote corner, picked up a newspaper and read it, opening the eyes of the soul from time to time, observing the movements at the door of the swordsmanship from afar.

He was waiting for Esberg and Ramsey to come out and grasp their whereabouts.

The first step to revenge is to find the address of the two, but Rennes did not intend to take action in the city. Because the sound of the shotgun was too loud, even if he killed the two, he would probably be arrested.

Longshande City is the territory of the Duke of Silver Star. The Duke has two powerful private armed forces. One of them, the Silver Knights, is responsible for the security of the city. Those guards are members of the Silver Knights.

There are also the extraordinary powers of the three major churches. An ordinary person shooting in the city is tantamount to seeking death.

But it's not completely unsuccessful.

From the clues in my memory, Renn judged that he was knocked out in the city, but after waking up, he was in the river outside the city.

The Ferlegron River is not turbulent, and it is impossible to rush the corpse so far in a short period of time. There is only one explanation, that is, Ramsey was throwing the corpse outside the city.

In other words, Esberg and Ramsey must have a secret stronghold outside the city, where they were beaten for several hours that night.

Moreover, this secret stronghold should be not far from the river when it was crossing.
Chapter completed!