It has been six hours since Luo Qianhuan's arduous big eater competition... It is now twelve o'clock in the evening.

The sewer system in Tomki City is well-connected, and various giant drainage pipes point to the only river leading to the sea in Tomki City. Not to mention environmental pollution, these large drainage pipes have never been officially opened once, and have become decorations and placed in a corner of the riverside in the city.

These giant underground spaces are dim and damp, perfect for evil creatures to hide in them. No one of the wet tentacle monsters would not like this environment.

In the deepest part of the sewer...

"Dear Hunter...when will I be able to unfold my plan?" Caster spread his hands and shouted at the darkness around him, his words echoing around the entire narrow space.

As a hero who is a magician with a rank, whether it is a treasure or close-fitting sword battle, he is killed instantly by one encounter. Caster has no ability to fight one-on-one with other heroes at all.

Because he is a magician, not a warrior, a qualified magician is disdainful to pick up the sword to do what kind of barbaric battles. Caster's inherent rank skill "made up the position" destined that Caster is a figure who plays soy sauce in the rear.

In short, Caster's evaluation of himself is...

"My treasure is trash, and it looks vulgar. Fortunately, it's E? Can the great god hunter really help me?" Caster said his heartfelt words. At this time, Caster had summoned the A-level treasure, which was made of human skin, and the Luoyan City Teaching Book!

You can summon monsters in the deep sea to assist in the battle, but these monsters must be sacrificed by young human blood to respond to the summons. Although his master, Ryunosuke Yuzuki, is a perverted murderer.

Looking for a lonely child to perform his "blood art". This kind of fun and hobby that is close to a big pervert hits off with Caster, who also has a perverted tendency, and becomes a good friend. The two agreed to do more blasphemous things.

However, as a magician, Caster's brain is still quite developed and his IQ is not below ⑨. He understands that just a few little water monsters cannot shake the heroic spirits at all, and then snatch his Saint Joan of Arc back!

Until he returned to the dark underground, he met the girl and the strange steel ball. Caster originally thought that he still needed a few children to serve as a living sacrifice, so he wanted to catch the strange girl.

...But Caster's fate was very bad. Now Caster has lost an arm and has another leg broken. He barely stood up with a crutch. However, the culprit of all this was the girl, whose mind was affected by the girl's eyes, which were as colored as the deepest part of the sea.

"Disgusting guy, this is not a help. I just need the thing summoned by the book in your hand." The cold female voice passed out in the deepest darkness.

"My book summoned?" Caster read a book that was burning in his hand that twisted humans.

"With your power, help us catch a person, and after success you get your Joan of Arc, and we disappear from this world."

Catching people? "Who is it? Who is it? Are the great 'hunters' even powerless?"

Caster knew that the two guys hidden in the deepest part of the darkness were completely beyond the rating range of heroic spirits. Caster had no power to resist them at all. The moment the strange steel tentacle touched Caster, Caster found that all the magic power in his body disappeared.

He is simply a heroic killer. Can he do such a powerful guy that neither of them can catch?

"I can do it! You are just a prisoner who is surviving."

Caster's questioning loudly brought a hint of warmth to the female voice.

"That adult is weaker than you thought, and is so weak that it is indescribable compared to many years ago. Any of your disgusting summoning beasts can be surrendered, but the 'spirit holder' around him is too annoying, you just need to bring him back."

That master? Caster tightly held the books in his hand. What's going on with this kind of honorific title to the enemy... Spirit holders are probably their name for people with special abilities.

A heroic spirit?

"Can you lend me strength?" Caster could no longer hold back. He could feel the surging magic power in the darkness... in the darkness, which made people intoxicated! If Caster relied on these magic powers, he would have the confidence to complete the task.

"Is the power...? Go and prepare more souls of living beings, and I will give them to you when they reach a certain number."

The female voice replied.

"I understand..." Caster bowed respectfully, and then rushed out of the sewer like a madman and went to hunt more young children. His master Ryunosuke must have caught a lot, right?

In the depths of the darkness, a dim blue light flashed, and from time to time, several halos that looked like jellyfish were flashing.

"Squeak...the degree of breaking is more than 30%, the soul core has been damaged, the repair program is being started continuously, and the results of the last battle with the 'target' are counted..."

The steel ball shrank countless times, becoming a cat's size curled up in the corner, emitting a faint blue light, and cold electronic synthesized sounds kept echoing around the body.

"The evaluation results have the highest level of threat to the "God Hunter" and the threat to the world creatures."

"After all, only hunters can hunt hunters..." Yayoi walked into this dark blue halo like an elf, and the light shone on Yayoi's cheeks with a beautiful feeling, and the girl walked out of the fairy tale.

Carrying a blue Gothic princess dress, her steps were light. During the last battle, the clothes on Yayoi were damaged, which made Yayoi feel a little distressed.

Logically speaking, for a technological civilization that has been thousands of centuries higher than this world, restoring these fabric products should be a very simple thing.

"This is the clothes given to me by the Legion Commander... It was actually broken for the first time." Yayoi stroked a burning mark on the corner of his skirt with some distress.

"Bee~ According to analysis, I think it is unnecessary for god hunters to wear these useless decorations."

Machinery does not need clothes, and the steel covering their surface allows every inch of the skin of the god hunter to become a killing machine. As long as you get close, thousands of steel needles that can be killed can even pop up in the next moment.

This is the mechanical fighting method, completely barefoot.

"You are so stupid that you go out to run around without clothes!" Yayoi's face turned red when he heard what 7th said, and he put his feet on the small ball curled up in the corner.

"Sir, your power core is beyond the normal temperature, and the central processor also tends to have an abnormal frequency... I suggest you..."

"Go to die!" Yayoi picked up the small ball and threw it into the distance of the sewer, making a clanging sound, falling into the drainage channel and drifting with the wind.

"It's really not gentlemanly to point out the shy girl so explicitly." Yayoi covered his chest, but the things he was thinking about could not be eliminated.

"You are a girl, not a cold machine." The man standing on the steel handed Yayoi's beautiful princess dress, and then smiled at Yayoi with a blank expression: "So be a little bit like a girl, my subordinate."

"Military... Commander..." Yayoi lowered his head and pressed his chest tightly, feeling the power core beyond his usual range. The smile of the Legion Commander at that moment was deeply recorded in Yayoi's data processor.
Chapter completed!