The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Chapter 612 The prey has been slaughtered

Hunter, come up from the steps. Under the moonlight, his eyes were shining with a pale blue gleam, the light of the universe.

"It's nice to see you again."

The foreign hunter familiar to the demon hunter stepped up to the top of the tower. Zelin didn't know where he came from, but most of the time, the hunters appeared to be fascinated, and so did Irene. She called this the benefit of dreams, which allowed them to reach different places in the dream. Like a demon hunter, other things must be used to enter these dreams.

Since Zelin came to Yanan again, he saw this hunter for the first time. The red witch was tight-lipped about the hunter's whereabouts, and Master William's words indicated that the hunter had already reached Byer Watkins.

"I am also very happy. If you know what your eyes are, I will be even happier." Zelin looked at the hunter in front of him. "What happened? How is the chapel now?"

Mikolaish mentioned the small church earlier, which made Zelin feel a little worried.

"Everything is fine. Except for another woman who looks the same as Dr. Yusevka, she is not in good health. She seems to be dying." The hunter looked at the stroller not far away. "I will look for the last eye."

"Eyes..." Zelin thought of what Master William had said to him before he left, a son of a **** who was noticed by a great god, and a separated umbilical cord. "How many umbilical cords did you get?"

"One-third of the length of the umbilical cord, there are already two." The baby's cry still echoes on the top of the tower. "This will be the third."

People who are bound by secrets and power will never be able to leave their dreams in the end.

"Will you stay in a dream?"

"I don't know." The hunter shook his head. Under the brim of his hat, his eyes are brighter than the moon in the sky and deeper than the dark sky.

"I got eyes." The hunter's eyes seemed to have endless black holes. "I saw it, what should I do, this is my prey." Dark blue ripples are looming in his eyes. "Your prey is on the other side." ." He walked into the tower. Finally, in the moonlight, he turned his back to Zelin and turned his head slightly. Under the full moon, he raised his hand and held down the brim of the dome hat, "I hope we will have a chance to meet again in the future. If you see me in Yanan in the future, remember to tell me that my blood treatment has already been completed. Stop looking for any blood clinics."

Zelin remembered his self-introduction. He was a foreigner who came to Yanan to seek blood therapy because he was terminally ill, in order to heal himself.

"I will remember."

As soon as the voice fell, the open iron door suddenly closed. A huge black figure came from the sky, like a huge humanoid crow, except that this humanoid crow had eight arms, and each arm was holding a gleaming machete. A cloak made of silk thread was draped over the monster. The cloak clung to the monster, forming a serpentine shape, but inside the cloak, there was no shape.

The hunter walked towards the monster, and the black mist burst from the monster immediately blocked his back and moonlight.

Afterwards, there was dense metal crashing and monster roars.

A wonderful trap.

"No, no! How can there be another hunter!"

All this was obviously beyond Mikulaish's expectations, and he wanted to take the opportunity to escape. But this time, Zelin won't let him escape within ten meters of him. Miko Lai Xu just took the first step, and then fell forward to the ground, biting Alder covered his back with a layer of ice slag, the ice **** embedded in his clothes and skin like spikes, his body It became much dimmed like a mist that had been dissipated. Mikolaesh fell to the ground and rolled down the steps.

"How come there are other hunters!" The Nightmare Lord yelled in disbelief, "This is not right, this is not right! This should be the son of God, the descending god! Something went wrong! Did you hear my prayer? Help me !"

With its sound, white mist surged up along the passage. Miko Laish struggled to get up, trying to hide in the mist again, but Zelin was faster than he thought. Before he could crawl into the mist, the ebony blade pierced in from behind him and nailed him to the ground.

"I won't die... No, I can't forget these..."

Countless pale tentacles pierced Mikulaish's clothes and slapped the demon hunter. But none of these tentacles could hit Zelin himself. Quinn Fayin kept shining orange under the slap of the tentacles, but the active shield was still supporting it. Zelin drew out the sword and stabbed it again. The blade of the ebony blade stabbed on the ground, and Mikolaish's body suddenly turned into a cloud of smoke, and then resurfaced from the distant fog, rolling on the ground several times before avoiding the attack of the demon hunter. The robes of the Mansis school became crumpled, but Mikolaish did not care about the clothes, but reached out his hand to straighten the cage headgear on his head.

"I won't be merciful anymore! Listening to the call from afar." The nightmare lord raised his hands, and the starlight lit up in the corridor. A sphere shining with stars appeared out of thin air above Mikolaishu, and then he faced the demon hunter. The position of the hunter was severely smashed down, "See the gift I got!"

"Sad gift."

Zelin didn't go to dodge. If Mikulaish was a mage in the world of demon hunters, he should know that he should not stand within ten meters of an experienced warrior and use spells that require chanting. Before that cluster of starlight fell, the nightmare lord was still vaguely thinking of something and he was punched in his mouth. He staggered back a few steps, and then he was stabbed several times in succession, which made his body. Become thinner.

The mist once again enveloped Mikolaish's figure. This time, he appeared from the room at the end of the tunnel. Before Zelin could chase him, he pulled the rocker at the door of the room, and the huge metal fence door fell down, completely sealing the room. .

He can't fight, but he knows how to escape.

"You wait here to die!" A group of piecing together skeletons appeared again in the surrounding fog. Mikolaish leaned against the wall, panting. This metal door seemed to give him a lot of security.

"If I were you, I would choose to run away rather than lock myself up." There must be someone behind Mikolaish who is telling him what to do. Zelin couldn't help but think of the old hunter Geman, who exists in any dream. The Mansis school controls the dream, or that someone is using the Mansis school to maintain the operation of the dream. It's just that when the real son of God appears and can destroy the dream, the Mansis school is naturally worthless.

"You absolutely can't come in... what are you doing?" The nightmare lord looked at the demon hunter in a puzzled manner, Zelin was taking out some round objects from the cloth bag. Bombs, all kinds of bombs. The demon hunter tied the fuse of the bomb together and looked at the gap between the metal fence gates.

"Farewell fireworks."

Zelin snapped his fingers and lit the fuse. He didn't throw it in at the first time, but stood at the door waiting with the bomb holding up.

"Wait! We can talk more..."

When the lead wire was almost burnt out, he flicked at the gap with all his strength. Eight tied bombs were thrown through the gap in the iron fence gate. The room was very small, and the bomb struck an arc in mid-air, hit the wall at the other end, and bounced to the ground.

The moment he threw it out, Zelin rushed to the side road, ran two steps and then fell to the ground.

Boom----

Hearing a loud noise from behind, the burst of air almost completely dissipated the fog on the ground nearby. Zelin lowered his head. He heard the rubble flying over his head and the tongue of fire spurting from the gap in the fence. Illuminated a corridor.

After a few seconds, the aftermath of the explosion dissipated. Zelin stood up and patted the dust on his body. He looked at the place where Mikolaish was hiding. The iron fences had been deformed and bent slightly, and the walls near the door of the room were full of traces blackened by flames. The dust from the Dragon Dream bomb sticks to the ground and walls, and the flame has not been extinguished. Looking inside through the fence, there are burn marks everywhere in the room, but the nightmare lord has long been gone, leaving only the cage headgear he carried lying on the ground.

Trying to squeeze in from the side of the twisted fence door, Zelin walked into the room and picked up the cage headgear.

Taking a deep breath, he brought the cage to his head.

"Now, let me take a look, who are you?"

Chapter 613: Facing the Nightmare

Yanan.

The world-famous blood therapy town.

The mystery therapy, which is famous for its ability to treat any kind of disease, attracts many people from other villages to this place every year. Although no one has ever understood this, the magical reputation of blood therapy is always spread out inadvertently. In fact, no one has ever really understood or met Yanan. Chu Yanan is not specifically marked on the map. It seems that there is no city here. Only occasional street talks will mention this mysterious place that has been erased in most people's memory.

The huge clinic is dim. The dim curtains hanging on the windows were filthy, and some curtains had long since become tattered, and even replaced them with yellowed sheets. The corners of the window frames were hung with dirty cobwebs covered with dust. In the moonlight, a cold wind blew by, and withered yellow leaves fluttered past the clinic door.

In the light yellow solvent in the bottle, a drop of scarlet viscous blood dripped into it. The blood drops slowly elongated in the solvent, and the thick bloodshot resembled a worm wrapped in a film. In the solvent, it slowly swims towards the infusion tube connected to the hanging bottle.

"Welcome to Yanan...

The old voice echoed alone in the dark and damp clinic.

"You will find that this bizarre adventure will not end with death..."

The old man was sitting in a wheelchair, and a shabby shirt was faintly exposed under the dark black shabby windbreaker. This windbreaker must have been worn for a long time. The windbreaker was torn from one side and turned into a simple oblique shawl. Under the wide brim of the tall hat, withered gray hair and a large beard almost covered his entire face. Dark stains are everywhere in the clinic. Walls, broken wooden floors, or book covers thrown randomly on the ground. Everywhere, there was a strange smell of disinfectant in the air.

"Yes, dim blood." The old man's voice suddenly became vigorous. "Yes, you need dim blood." The old man in the wheelchair seemed to be talking to himself, and he faced the person in front of him. The operation cart said. The hanging lamp under the armrest on the left hand side of the wheelchair casts the shadows of the elderly and the wheelchair onto the wall behind. This was the only light source in the clinic. As the wheelchair moved, the lantern shook slightly, causing the shadow on the wall to be distorted like a demon with teeth and claws.

"What a wonderful blood, and the price is so easy. Just...sign and stamp. There is a chance to explore the mystery of the mysterious blood."

"A wonderful adventure that will never end."

There will be a rope every five meters on the top of the clinic, and three shabby sheets covered with dark red dirt are hung from each rope.

"Why, refuse?"