Chapter 523

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

"Young Winchester, I'm so sorry. My strength has been fading, and I can't even stay lucid all the time. But the demon keeps growing stronger. It breaks free of the seal for longer and longer... Its weakness is its heart. Its heart..."

"Ah!"

Pain twisted Tessa's face as a thick chain emerged from her chest.

The other end of the chain was attached to a huge demon.

"A Hellhound?"

It was a red-and-black, dog-shaped demon, nearly two meters tall at the shoulder and over three meters long. Its lean body rippled with muscle, and it gave off an acrid, sulfuric smell.

Its four scarlet eyes stared hungrily at Geralt, drool streaming from its mouth.

"A h-human!"

Its tail wagged like an electric fan.

For all the years it had spent in the mortal world, delicious humans had been right there, yet it could only look and smell, never eat. Whenever it gained control, Tessa trapped it in the Rift Between the Mortal World and Hell.

Damn that woman!

Tessa looked at Geralt. Unable to speak, she could only place her hopes in the young Winchester's strength.

Survive, young Winchester.

Clatter!

The chain retracted, dragging Tessa into the demon's body.

The demon was bigger than Bison and weighed nearly a ton. Facing it would be anything but easy.

It.

Just standing there, it put Geralt under considerable pressure.

He raised the Demon Hunter Gun.

"Human, put down that fire poker and obediently become Garm's food!"

Garm was the dog-shaped demon's name.

Geralt answered him with a gunshot.

Bang!

A round-nosed bullet engraved with a Holy Cross struck Garm's chest and lodged in the muscle beneath his skin.

Geralt backed away, ejected the casing, chambered another round, and fired.

Bang!

Bang!

Garm moved fast enough