Chapter 546

In Marvel, the System Works for Me

"Young Winchester, I'm terribly sorry. My strength has been fading. I can't even stay lucid all the time. But the Demon keeps growing stronger, and it can break 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 connected to a massive Demon.

"A Hellhound?"

It was a red-and-black canine Demon, nearly two meters tall at the shoulder and over three meters long. Its lean body was knotted with muscle, and it gave off a pungent, sulfuric smell.

Its four scarlet eyes fixed greedily on Geralt, saliva streaming from its jaws.

"Hu-human!"

Its tail wagged like an electric fan.

All these years in the mortal world, delicious humans had been so close, 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 wretched woman!

Tessa looked at Geralt but could no longer speak. All she could do was place her hopes in the strength of a Winchester.

Survive, young Winchester.

Clatter!

The chain contracted, dragging Tessa into the Demon's body.

Facing a Demon bigger than a bison and weighing nearly a ton, Geralt could hardly call this easy.

It...

Just standing there, it put considerable pressure on him.

Geralt raised his Demon Hunter Gun.

"Human, put down that fire poker and be a good little meal for Garm!"

Garm was the canine Demon's name.

Geralt answered him with a gunshot.

Bang!

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

Geralt backed away, ejecting the shell, chambering another round, and firing.