High School of Demon Hunting
Chapter 1665 - 409: Invisible Attack

Chapter 1665: Chapter 409: Invisible Attack

Firing into the sky, apart from breaking through those heavy black clouds, might also earn Zheng Qing a one-way ticket to the Danhag Supreme Court.

Firing at the ground would likely slay the owner of this desolate forest, but it also carries the risk of unleashing a wave of scorching lava, or opening a large crater that might swallow Zheng Qing and the others whole.

As for firing in all directions, no matter which way Zheng Qing aims, he will ultimately see the figures of the Black Cat battling with Tree Yao.

The warlock briefly described his predicament.

Upon hearing this, Jiang Yu pondered for a moment and shook her head: "It should just be some kind of interference at the conscious level... When you were aiming, I looked in the same direction as you, and didn’t see the Black Cat’s silhouette."

"This needs further verification." At this point, Zheng Qing hesitated for a few seconds, then looked at the witch and softly asked: "Did you bring the charm guns?"

The witch smiled sweetly, flipped her hand to shake open her bag, dropping out seven or eight charm guns of varying lengths, arranging them in mid-air as if on a museum display, right in front of Zheng Qing.

The sight left the warlock dumbstruck.

"You... how do you have so many?" he stammered.

"I remember your special fu bullet destroying a gun with just one shot, so I prepared a few more." The witch casually explained: "Anyway, leaving them in the home storage unused would be a waste..."

What else could Zheng Qing say?

He silently opened the magazine of his charm gun, slid out a blood symbol bullet already filled with forbidden curse power, then flipped open the grey cloth bag, shoving all the accumulated fu bullets into the witch’s hands: "Here... one, two, three, four, five, six, usable fu bullets are six in total, I’ll keep one for myself, put the others into your charm guns." _{fr eewe(b)nove.l.co\m}

Seeing the witch’s intention to decline, he sighed, curled his finger to tap his temple, then shook the Remington in his hand, explaining unclearly: "Don’t worry... due to some special reasons, these fu bullets are continuously generated in the magazine... like this."

Saying so, he took out a regular blood symbol bullet from the grey cloth bag, waved it in front of the witch, then stuffed it into the magazine: "Like this, after a while, it turns into that kind of powerful fu bullet."

Jiang Yu clearly didn’t quite understand why those powerful fu bullets would automatically generate.

But it didn’t hinder her understanding of what Zheng Qing meant to convey.

"Since it’s like this," she chuckled lightly, picked up those five fu bullets, loaded them into several charm guns of varying lengths, then lifted the most handy Beretta Double-Barrel, aiming outside: "You left, me right?"

Zheng Qing silently smiled, lifted the charm gun, aimed at the left side of the group. In his vision, the Black Cat fighting figure reappeared in the gaps separated by those flowing strange colors.

"It’s here again." The warlock’s lips moved slightly, speaking softly.

Although invisible, he could clearly feel the witch seriously aiming, and sense the surrounding shimmering lights under the gun’s muzzle, their alertness and panic.

"I see it too." Jiang Yu’s voice sounded beside Zheng Qing, yet without much frustration, instead with some excitement: "This proves that the charm gun works... that guy is scared!"

This didn’t comfort Zheng Qing.

A bullet that can’t be shot and a charm gun without bullets doesn’t make much of a difference, Zheng Qing once again fell into a moral dilemma. Whether to choose the three of them, or to choose the Black Cat, he already guessed the final outcome. But until the last moment arrives, he never had the courage to uncover that mystery.

The warlock turned around, with a forced smile, wanting to comfort the witch.

But he immediately discovered, Jiang Yu’s entire being was emitting a hazy clear light, as if a ghost bathed in moonlight. Not only her, beside, the Double-headed Minoan and Zhu Si were also glowing, only their light was the same kind of indescribable strange colors like those on the moss of the dead trees.

"Moo!"

The Nose Ring and Earring let out a low growl, its totem pole struck heavily on the ground, triggering a stronger amber-colored halo. This is a strengthened protective aura.

The halo spread like a tide in all directions, but those strange colors seemed stuck to the ground, dead trees, and air, despite the magic power halo sweeping over them repeatedly, they remained unmoving, as if the two were in different dimensions.

Moreover, stimulated by the magic power halo, many of the originally flowing strange colors suddenly sped up as if injected with stimulant, just in a moment, the Double-headed Minoan’s coarse, short hair shed like snowflakes, covering its brown skin with butterfly-shaped patterns.

In contrast, due to her special state, Zhu Si didn’t show any patterns on her body, but the little witch’s whole figure turned colorful; Jiang Yu’s surrounding hazy clear light became even stronger, Zheng Qing stood just a step away from her, yet almost couldn’t see her facial features anymore.

Only Zheng Qing, for some reason, wasn’t disturbed by those strange colors.

Even so, there were still many colors swimming around the warlock like fishes, the air filled with a mix of greed and fear.

"The clared light on me is a sign that the amulet is taking effect." The witch handed the charm gun to the warlock, hastily searching on herself, voice somewhat anxious: "But I don’t know which amulet is activated..."

Zheng Qing watched as the witch put away the jade talisman hanging from her neck, re-pinned the green hairpin in her hair, then carefully counted the jade beads on her wrist and the cufflinks on her sleeves, enviously wrinkling his nose—this is the legendary trouble of the rich.

But not knowing which amulet is effective, there’s no way to make a correct reaction.

Zheng Qing worked hard to think nonsense, suppressing the impulse in his heart.

At such times, patience is most important.

Clearly, the owner of the desolate forest doesn’t intend to wait for the young wizards to get ready before acting, once it has opened a small breach in this team, it naturally follows the breach to expand the advantage.

"Moo!!"

The Double-headed Minoan let out a painful howl, released the totem pole from its grip, its whole body bulging with veins, skin loose, covered in fine cracks, like someone trekking for hundreds of miles in a lifeless desert without a bite of food or a drop of water.

Zhu Si jumped off the Minoan’s neck in panic, grabbing the warlock’s robe hem.

"It hurts so much!" The little witch screamed, the strange colors all over her body seeming to synchronize with her emotions, abruptly becoming intense, colors changing continuously like a kaleidoscope: "Hurry help Nose Ring and Earring! It’s in so much pain!"

Meanwhile, the surrounding awakened dead trees suddenly intensified their attack, they pulled up their thick roots from the gravel, waving twisted elongated branches, like zombies without any sense of pain, lunged towards the three.