Chaotic Sword God
Apocalypse Gacha
Necromancer: I Am A Disaster
Martial Cultivator
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Nightmare Assault
I, The Dragon Overlord
Loser System and Berserker Me
Horror Game Designer
There's Absolutely No Problem With The Magic Cards I Made!
Swear Fealty To Me, My Subjects!
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3830: Traversing Through Outer Space
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 326: Selection
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 248: Organisation
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1177- Situation change
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1176- Eighth
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 19
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 622: Natural Disasters and Man-made Calamities
Horror Game Designer
Chapter 325: City One Can't Leave
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 247: The Past is Like the Wind
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1175- Don't discriminate
Aspiring to the Immortal Path
Chapter 946: Fatal Strike
Apocalypse Gacha
Chapter 1174- Divide
Snow-Kissed Rose (GL)
Chapter 18
The Hero Turned Into A Potato And The World Fell To Ruin
Chapter 78: This Fight Will Never End
The Demon King is Too Unfathomable!
Chapter 33: a.0.3 Update! Skills System
Martial Cultivator
Chapter 621: Meeting an Old Friend
Chaotic Sword God
Chapter 3829: An Answer
Nightmare Assault
Chapter 246: What are you Waiting For?
This scent wasn't a result of being unable to wash away the blood of too many killings. Rather, it was a scent directly from the other party's body—The scent of 'sordid blood' unique only to hunters!
Through Vincent's 'Eyes of the Moon', the hunter seemed like a boiling furnace.
Blood bubbled aggressively within her, roaring and snaring menacingly as if she was a rabid beast in human form.
Danger! Danger! Danger!
Vincent's instincts were frantically warning him. He felt as if he was being watched by a predator in the shadows and his instinctive desire for survival was now on overdrive.
The priest stood rooted to the spot, unable to speak a word. He found it difficult to breathe and his head was spinning.
At that moment, he realized that the side effects of Holy Moon Essence which had been suppressed from shock had once again resurfaced and hit him much harder than before.
Along with his despair was an urge to cry.
He had left a little too hastily... and had left his holy emblem in the bookstore!
Vincent was a non-combat priest, now without any supplementary medium.
On top of that, the other being was one of those crazed hunters of a higher level than himself.
The outcome was already decided even before the battle began.
In his moment of fluster, Vincent suddenly realized that there was still an item in his hand that could act as a medium.
The book, Sun Scripture, which he had just gotten from the bookstore!
Although this wasn't an orthodox church medium, the fact that his holy emblem resonated with it was evidence that the two might have the same source, just that the emblem had displayed subservience, which was entirely feasible.
Vincent gritted his teeth, clutching the book in his hand, and prepared to invoke the divine power of the moon.
"Take it easy, Father."
The hunter chuckled and strode over. However, instead of looking at Vincent, she gazed at the bookstore.
"I mean you no harm," she said, "Just a little curious about the new customer. As fellow customers of the bookstore, we ought to get along nicely, oth
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