The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Of course, I'm very careful." Zelin took out the empty glass bottle left after the spirits were used up. "I have always kept this blood away. How do you say that?"

Zelin suddenly thought that he seemed to have heard such a sentence, but he couldn't remember exactly when he heard it.

Fear of the blood of the ancient gods.

"Fear of the blood of the ancient gods, Lawrence. You are drifting away on the wrong path." In the gloomy Cathedral of the Healing Church, only three men stood here. The candles that were originally lit in the church have been extinguished, but no priests will come to this hall. Only one guard was still standing outside the door of the cathedral.

"We have already argued, Master William." Lawrence held his forehead, his tone was not fierce, but he appeared tit-for-tat. The ancient gods who provide me with more research and evolution materials, if we miss this opportunity, who knows when the next opportunity will appear?"

The man named Master William by the bishop of the Healing Church has a strange appearance. His skin was light gray, and his body was larger than normal, and on that big, abnormal head, a pair of muddy eyes seemed to protrude from the eye sockets. Unlike the other two standing men, Master William sat in his armchair with an old-fashioned appearance.

"That's the ancient god, Lawrence. Blindly exploring the unknown will only bring disaster to mankind. Remember, you are not facing one or two human beings, those we have never understood thoroughly, and even almost nothing about them. The ancient **** of knowledge."

"What reason do we have to be afraid of them? When these ancient gods are just a corpse, they are not omnipotent. They will also die. The corpses of the gods will also be used by us humans to dissect and study and draw blood. The blood will make us stronger. When these ancient gods are as fragile as humans, what reason do we have to fear these things."

"Blind arrogance will not only harm you, Lawrence, but also everyone here. I know these ancient gods better than you. This is why I closed Byron Watkins College. We have been wrong since When we started to rush into the underground labyrinth and brought out the power of the ancient gods, we already started to make mistakes."

Lawrence was silent, as if he had returned to the way he was when he parted ways with Master William at Bayer Watkins. The heat in the blood made him feel disgusted, and it was even more difficult to calm down. He covered his forehead, and after a while, he spoke again. Master William shook his head, but the man named Mansis had been silent, his eyes showing suspicious ambition and desire. But no one of the two masters and apprentices who were arguing looked at the third member. Until the end of the argument, only the enthusiasm for research remained in his eyes.

"We will not fail, sir." The bishop of the Healing Church sullied. "We are not what we used to be in the days of Bayer Watkins. Manses." Lawrence looked at the third person in the Healing Church Cathedral. "How are you preparing?"

"I'm already ready." Mansis gave an intriguing smile. "Anytime."

The 560th chapter echoes of blood

In front of the hunters, the resistance of these villagers and murlocs is completely meaningless.

The hunters kill all the creatures they can see. The flames spread all the way from the edge of the swamp to the villages by the sea. They tried every means to kill all the creatures. Beast cutting knives, explosive hammers, rotating saw blades, and many weird weapons that Zelin can’t even name. The hunters’ obsession with hunting allowed them to make countless strange weapons, just to be better, faster, or More pleasing to the eye to kill the target that needs to be hunted.

"Is this the answer and secret you said? Simon?"

Zelin looked at the glass bottle in his hand, which contained a small bottle of dim white blood. "Are you listening, Simon?"

"I've been listening."

The bow hunter stared at the glass bottle in Zelin's hand. "This is the beginning of the secret, a foreigner. This hunt is the beginning of everything. The Healing Church covers all this, and the hunters commit the original sin here, which is the beginning of the nightmare. . Did you hear the bell? The sound of ringing bells? No, it's not the time yet."

The flames licked the decaying wood and made a crackling noise. With the ashes floating in the air, it is difficult to tell whether it came from a burned building or a corpse.

"They killed all the creatures, all lives, and villagers in the fishing village, whether they were villagers who had become murlocs or people who had not changed. They killed many, many, and the pale and pale blood soaked the land, and finally... They killed a child, an orphan."

The hand of the demon hunter shook slightly, and the poisonous medicine dripped into the pale blood in the glass bottle. The blood began to boil, and the surface of the liquid began to roll, as if a flame was heating underneath. It didn’t take long for the liquid to gradually calm down, the bleak blood became thinner, and a layer of tiny things floated on the surface of the liquid. If you put them in, they look like the white creatures Zelin saw in the underground workshop. , It's just much smaller.

"An orphan?"

Zelin shook his head and threw away the blood sampling bottle in his hand.

The surroundings began to sway. For a moment, he saw an endless swamp. Only where reeds and weeds were scarce could he see the remaining traces, collapsed houses, wells covered with moss and vines, and far away. On the overgrown ruins, he could still see the general outlines of the moss-covered floors of houses.

With a sigh, he retracted the white honey potion in his hand into the leather bag on his waist.

"Tell me, why do these hunters notice the situation in the small fishing village? The small fishing village has been here for a long time. Since the establishment of Yanan, why is it at this time?"

Zelin asked Simon as he checked how much of the white honey potion formula material was left in the cloth bag.

"Someone told the Healing Church about the situation in the small fishing village and told them that this small fishing village is enshrining an ancient **** who is the same underground as Baierworkin. The ancient **** hopes to get his own children, so the villagers in the small fishing village are willing to help. Their god, do you see that underground workshop? Humans who have been transformed into the ancient gods to get their wish will lead to the beach along the caves of the workshop to help their **** get a **** son."

Simon's voice seemed to fall into memory.

"They succeeded. This came from the great **** in the ocean, Kos, and they succeeded in getting the **** he wanted, a **** who combined the appearance of the **** and the human. But... no one knows why, Kos died, its corpse and its body The imminent son of God was washed up on the beach."

"You know a lot."

Zelin spread a hand, "Surely you have seen this scene many times?"

"More than you think. I saw this scene before the nightmare started." Simon's voice trembled slightly. "It's me. I told the Healing Church the news. When I fell into a dream for the first time. , I didn’t realize that this was a dream. I tried to change everything. I wanted to make up for my mistake and not communicate this message to the church. But I was wrong. The dream of the ancient gods is not something we can understand. No matter what I do, There will always be someone who will go to the small fishing village as an investigator, discover all this, and then tell the Healing Church the secrets of the ancient gods."

When Zelin asked Maria if it wasn't him this time, who would go to the small fishing village as an investigator. Now, he finally understood what it meant by Maria's sentence that someone would go there.

"You mean, someone is trying to continue all of this? A person who realizes the existence of dreams but tries to keep the dreams alive?"

"And it's a person who exists in all dreams." Simon added.

For a moment, the demon hunter thought of him. If Yanan is a dreamland, and Hunter's Workshop is also an independent dreamland, then I am afraid that only one person can meet this condition.

"German?"

Zelin immediately thought of the hunter in a wheelchair he saw in the hunter's workshop. Of course, there is also that dangerous brain monster.

"Someone is protecting this dream, not only in the dream, but even outside the dream." Simon leaned against a broken stone wall. "I have talked with Irene and Sheila. There must be someone who is in reality. Yanan in the middle, injected blood into the hunters who were deceived here by blood therapy rumors. We don't know the meaning of this dream. To understand, we must find that person."

"Defeat him and end this dream. Or..." Bow Hunter paused, "According to what he needs, let the purpose of this dream be realized, so that the dream can end by itself."

"Maybe we can beat Geman here? He is in the small fishing village." Zelin drew the ebony blade from his back. As long as this dream is ended, he can find a way to remove the parasites from the survivor's body with white honey. "Should we defeat him in this dream, or do it in all dreams?"

"It's impossible."

Simon raised his hand and pointed to the hunter who was coming out of the small fishing village. German, he still looks like that, but his legs and feet are intact, he is holding a mass wrapped in linen, pale blood penetrates the cloth and flows to him, along the edge of the hunter’s trench coat. Dropped to the ground.

Soon, Zelin understood what Simon meant by impossible.

The world seemed to stand still. He could only watch Maria with some blood on her face standing behind German, who was holding his prey in his arms, looking at the back of the master’s successful hunting, perhaps because he thought of the hunters killing him. After the death of these so-called culprits that caused the plague, the female hunter's cold face and the corners of her mouth slightly curled up in a warm arc.

Geman was also smiling.

No one could see his face, except for the demon hunter facing him.

It was a bloodthirsty and crazy smile.

Time seems to be frozen at this moment.

After the hunt, the hunter, with a disgusting smell of blood, walked out of the small fishing village that had been reduced to ruins, full of corpses and flames.

Chapter 561 Touch

Secrets, things that are buried can be called secrets.

Some people hope that this hunt will continue, and the source of the hunt and nightmare lies in this slaughter in the small fishing village. Zelin can recursively recursively. Those who don't want this hunt to be disturbed, all they need is something caused by this hunt, or what they get from this hunt.

"German brought the corpse of the Kos orphan to the Cathedral of the Healing Church after the hunt?"

"Yes, this is the last night of Jiu Yanan. Many hunters are there and they want to witness the great achievements of healing the church." Simon tapped his finger on his forehead. "For the first time, I am also one of them. That was in I knew what kind of fault I committed before."

"It doesn't make sense to be entangled in the past mistakes." Zelin shook his head. "Even if you kill all the people who made mistakes, the mistakes will not seem to have happened. It's better to consider how to make up." The demon hunter pointed down with his finger. "You said there are a lot of hunters there? I have to find a way to enter the cathedral. I want to know what happened in the cathedral. I want to see with my own eyes how the disaster of Jiu Yanan broke out."

The description is always deviated, just like Zelin never judges the target of the demon hunter's commission purely by description. After understanding the general situation, he will go to the scene or the place where the monster has been inhabited to check it with his own eyes. He believed in his own eyes and judgment.

"You can't just go in like this."