Infinite Begins with Giants

Chapter 551 The One-Armed Killer

At noon, a round of dazzling golden sun released light and heat.

The blue sky is pure and spotless, the sky is clear and cloudless, and the weather is so good that meteorologists will drool.

Ren and Arturia got into a public carriage, and the curtains of the windows had been drawn. They sat in their seats, looking at the busy scene outside.

With a little induction, there are many majestic, ethereal, or deep auras.

"Ren, these days, there are more and more powerful people in the city."

After getting off the carriage at the Roman Civic Square, Artoria's eyes swept over a superhuman with a deep reputation on the street.

Rangers with swords on their backs, berserkers with axes in their hands, knights in white leather armor... The famous "City of Fine Wine" on this continent has gradually become a mixed bag.

Ren smiled and nodded, glanced at the sculpture of San Carlo, the Sword of Blue, on the square, and the corners of his mouth curled up:

"It's finally getting lively. It's really exciting."

As the news of the sanctification of "Gun Ghost" Carlos continues to ferment, and the arrival of the director of the 7th bureau, Karl, more and more powerful people come from all over the kingdom and even the mainland countries, preparing to witness the historic moment.

Hearing Renn's tone of fearing that the world would not be chaotic, Dumb Mao Wang shook his head.

She knew a lot about Ryan, a cheap cousin, and he was a person who was restless in his bones.

When the two entered the Brave Mansion in the north of the square, they really felt the atmosphere of flowers blooming and fire cooking.

"Haha, that's awesome, Gun Ghost, I'm so strong, Fa Luolan!"

"Having disappeared for so many years, I thought he died. I never thought that he would rush into a hundred miles, break through the sky with a bloody battle, and come back strong. I admire him!"

"It's so daring, it's all killed under the nose of Prince Miro, and luckily it's almost gone forever."

"Tsk tsk, he is now a veritable generation of gunslinger, except for the vice president of the Demon Hunter Association──"Magic Gun" Carragher, I am afraid that there is no spearman in the world who is stronger than Carlos. "

Inside the building, in the magnificent hall on the second floor, many extraordinary people gathered together, and the atmosphere was very lively.

Everyone held newspapers and talked about it in a hurry.

There are many extraordinary professionals who didn't come to accept the task at all. They chatted while drinking with wine bottles, and the Brave Mansion seemed to be a meeting place.

There are many strong ones.

Ren had a rough sense, and there were several temple powerhouses, dozens of masters, and a large number of extraordinary people of the third rank and below.

But he dared to say that everyone here is rubbish.

Ren is confident that he can defeat any Transcendent present, including those Templar-level powerhouses.

There is only one exception.

On a row of seats on the left side of the hall, there was a tall, thin man who smelled of alcohol and was disheveled.

The man was hunched over, leaning against the back of the seat with his head lowered. He was wearing a tattered gray windbreaker, and the sleeve of his right arm was empty.

Noticing that Ren's gaze had been lingering on the one-armed man in the corner, Artoria couldn't help but look at the man who looked like a homeless man.

His breath was normal, without any abnormality.

However, it wasn't until she looked there that she realized that there was someone sitting there.

As if sensing the gaze of Ren and King Dumb, the one-armed man raised his head and glanced at them with his gray eyes.

sigh~
The ruthless eyes flashed away like a cold blade, and the terrifying evil spirit of the mountain of corpses and the sea of ​​blood rushed to his face.

Artoria's pupils shrank sharply, her hair stood on end, her body was tense, she clenched her fists subconsciously, and almost couldn't help but want to pull out the holy sword behind her.

Others didn't realize it, but she couldn't hide it from her intuition.

The one-armed man lowered his head again, the horrifying murderous aura was fleeting, existing objectively like a shadow in the sun, but easily overlooked.

Ren's expression was also a little dignified, and he gently put his hand on her shoulder.

It wasn't that she was not calm enough. At that moment, she felt that if she didn't draw her sword quickly, she might lose her head.

This person may not be stronger than the witch Josephina I met back then, but he is too dangerous.

"Hey, where is the homeless man who dares to take my place!"

With two Force guns in a trouser pocket, the brown-haired, blue-eyed man walked up to the scruffy one-armed man, and kicked him on the knee with a look of disgust.

The one-armed man raised his head slowly, with almost no expression on his unshaven face: "There was no one here before."

"I just went to the toilet, so get out of here."

The brown-haired, blue-eyed gunman looked at the one-armed man's scruffy appearance with contempt in his eyes, and he seemed to regard him as a street vagrant who sneaked in to rest.

The one-armed man had no expression on his face, and his voice was slightly low: "You didn't occupy a seat, and I have no reason to give up my seat."

"Ha ha."

The brown-haired, blue-eyed gunman sneered, clenching his fists as if to knock the scruffy one-armed man to the ground.

The next moment, his movements stopped. Someone grabbed his arm firmly. The gunman turned his head and saw a young man with black hair and blue eyes standing beside him.

"Master, is there something wrong?"

The brown-haired and blue-eyed man was slightly taken aback, feeling the powerful aura of the fourth-order [Demon Hunting Master] on the young man. Although he was a little puzzled, his attitude was very respectful.

He is only a second-level [Wind Gunner], but he dare not offend a fourth-level master transcendent.

Ren lowered his wrist and said calmly:

"It's just saving your life, Yufeng Gunner, if you think you are better than me, you can continue to die."

This man is really an old man who thinks he has a long life. He dare not say that he will definitely beat the man in the seat.

As for this gunman with small arms and legs, once he offends others, he may not even know how to die.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed shooter was startled. He glanced at the expressionless one-armed man on the seat, and then at Ren, his forehead was dripping with cold sweat.

He wasn't stupid either, and didn't think a master witcher needed to lie to him.

In other words, he was trying to provoke ruthless people that he couldn't afford.

"Sorry, sir, I was wrong."

The brown-haired, blue-eyed shooter immediately bowed and apologized to the one-armed man on the seat, groaning inwardly.

So unlucky.

The aura of this sloppy man is similar to that of ordinary people. He can't even be sure if the other party is a transcendent, otherwise how dare he bully a guy who is at least fourth-order.

The one-armed man didn't say a word, his gray eyes sized up Ren for a moment, then he lowered his head and continued to doze off.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed gunman gave Ren a grateful look as if he had received an amnesty, and quickly stepped back.

Of course, this scene also attracted the attention of everyone in the hall.

A bald man with a dark golden force gun grinned and said:
"Hahahaha... young master hunter, why bother with him, I still want to see him continue to die."

"Hehe, maybe he won't die, he kicked Kelvin, if he punched him again, he could blow him for the rest of his life!" A black-haired woman wiping a dagger joked.

A man leaning against the wall was smoking a cigarette and said disdainfully:

"He really won't die, he's just a wind-riding gunner, and he's equipped with the 'Invisible Sword, Killing Specter' to kill him."

Those who spoke were either from the Holy Church or master-level powerhouses. Obviously, a small number of people in the hall knew the one-armed man named Kelvin.

Of course, more people looked puzzled and curious.

The brown-haired, blue-eyed gunman blushed as he listened to the discussion, and he was overjoyed in his heart. Under everyone's weird eyes, he quickly slipped out of the Brave Mansion.

Fortunately, the boss doesn't want to get to know him.

"Shut up, daddy!"

The one-armed man Kelvin glanced coldly at the guys watching the fun, and they didn't dare to say anything at once, one can imagine his deterrent power.

Unable to fall asleep, Kelvin stood up with a displeased face. He threw a stack of newspapers on the chair and looked at Ren:

"You are very good. You have such strength at such an age. It is a bit strange that you are not famous for Farolan."

"Senior, thank you." Ren smiled faintly. Although he only showed the aura of a master, he obviously didn't hide it from the shadow warrior in front of him.

"There is no need to be humble, there is a chance to kill the enemy together!"

As soon as the voice fell, Kelvin's figure disappeared under the eyes of everyone like a ghost.

Many people didn't react at all, thinking they were dazzled.

Even Artoria didn't see how he disappeared. Ren only saw a flash of gray light, and he didn't know the exact trajectory when he left the hall.

He is indeed a master, a killer to be precise, but he doesn't know him.

The two looked at each other and continued up the stairs.

"Hey, who was that young demon hunter just now? He's not bad, but he looks very unfamiliar."

"Maybe he's not from the Farolans. Recently, many strong men from other countries have come here, but Kelvin seems to value him very much. Presumably he has two brushes."

"Who is Kelvin? Why haven't I heard of it?"

"Uh, he's the same as the gun ghost. He was a member of the Fire Dragon Knights... Cough, forget it, let's not mention him, he doesn't want us to talk too much." The woman holding the dagger stopped in the middle of speaking.

"That young man is Ryan Ackerman, a native of Buchen City. I met him in Wilton City. He and Nicholas Keir, a color batcher, teamed up to kill a veteran werewolf Marquis."

"Tsk tsk, is that the newly promoted Demon Hunting Master? It seems that he is also a genius. It seems that his reputation is not obvious."

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Ignoring everyone's comments, Ren and King Dumao had already reached the fourth floor and pushed open the door at the end of the aisle.

"Where are the things?" Ren found a chair and sat down, looking at Shirley who seemed to be reading a book, and asked.

"Hmph, I did something for you, and I don't know how to thank him." Putting down the book, Xue Li rolled her eyes at him.

She took out a black wooden box engraved with runes from under the counter and handed it to him.

"If you can go whoring for nothing, I will thank you." Ren took the box and said lazily.

Shirley is just a staff member, and he spent real money to buy things and news through the association's channels, and he didn't owe anyone any favors.

pop~
Ren reached out to open the box, and there were two pieces of translucent jade flowing with golden brilliance inside. The jade stones were engraved with holy text, and the words were filled with brilliant holy power.

Two high-level inheritance crystals recorded the guiding method of the [Paladin] profession and various supporting professional skills.

"Ha, future saint, here you are." Ren smiled slightly, and handed the black wooden box to King Dumao.

In this way, Paladin Arturia is officially launched.

(End of this chapter)