The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"Go to hell."

The next moment, the roar resounded throughout the street.

Chapter 617 Nightmare Massacre

Zelin slowly got up from a pile of wooden plank fragments.

There was still white smoke from the hand muzzle just after the fire was opened. With a jingle, the hand cannon fell to the ground, and Zelin took two steps, bending over to pick up the ebony blade that fell aside. The blood stains on the blade have long since disappeared, and this weapon related to the Demon God never seems to have blood on it. But as long as the Mefala doesn't make trouble for himself, Zelin is happy to have this sharp and tough weapon.

"Any last words?"

Zelin kicked away the sickle that Geman had dropped to the side. This weapon is good. It can be used as a sickle or a long sword. It can be used as a gift to Frid, who was once a swordsman.

"Do you think you can destroy dreams? Destroy a dream born from an ancient god?"

The old hunter supported his shattered body with one hand. His reaction speed was very fast, but he still couldn't escape the close-range hand cannon attack.

"No, I can't destroy the dream, but the people in the dream can leave the dream." Zelin took two steps forward, and the moon in the sky looked small and dark compared to the dream. Not so beautiful, but it makes people feel at ease. This is a normal moon, a planet in the eyes of astronomers, not something created by some mysterious power or ancient gods.

"You can't kill me. Dreams and I are one." Blood poured out from his throat. "Dreams, dreams will not be destroyed." The corner of Geman's mouth slightly evoked, "Do you think this will end? No, no Yes, the Sumerians made mistakes, and the Yanan people made the same mistakes. Sooner or later, someone will come into contact with the wisdom of the ancient gods again, and he will go to open the ancient ruins."

"So? Disappointment? Despair? Fear?" Zelin shook his head. "I don't care if the tragedy will happen again in the future. All I have to do is stop the current thing. Do you think it will make me feel helpless? Or make me think I am. What you do is meaningless? No, you are wrong. I will do what I should do. No matter what it looks like in the future, what I do is meaningful. I won’t think about the future. Don't do it."

German didn't speak any more, his eyes covered by the shadow of the brim stared at the demon hunter. Considering a normal life, he should be dead now. The dream that hadn't disappeared made him not completely dead yet. Although the demon hunter couldn't see the old hunter's eyes, he knew very well that Geman hadn't given up yet.

Heart, head?

Compared with before, Geman's momentum is obviously much weaker. His blood is not pale white, which means that he is not trying to transform himself into a higher level of existence like Mikolaish. Why does he try to preserve the dream? What does he want in the dream? Power, or knowledge?

A gust of night wind blew by.

Geman raised his head slightly, there was no gleam in his eyes.

His movements were the same as the wind, and the short knife that appeared in his hand stabbed Zelin's neck at some time. Zelin didn't dodge, but pierced German's heart in the opposite direction.

Puffed out.

The blood pooled heart was pierced by the ebony blade, and the scarlet blood flowed down the sword and dripped into the pool of blood on the ground. The blood spilled all over the floor, and the blood soaked into the ground. German raised a hand and patted the hunter on the shoulder.

"Night and nightmares are too long..."

The ebony blade was pulled out, and Geman fell to the ground without saying a word, no longer breathing.

Another gust of wind blew by. Zelin staggered to the side, he leaned on the wall. With some trembling fingers stretched into the backpack behind his waist, he took out the white honey potion with the sound of the glass bottle crashing when looking for it. He must clean up the poisonous medicine in his body before he damages his internal organs.

It's all coming to an end. Zelin felt his head dizzy, and the high temperature on his body had cooled. He felt very cold, as if he had fallen into the cold river in winter and had just encountered a cold wind when he had just climbed up. It seemed that the body would start to freeze in the next moment, which was terrible. Decoctions and potions are not harmless things. Moreover, even after the second mutation, the amount of potions is somewhat beyond his body's capacity.

Zelin sat on the ground.

The bottle of white honey he drank was thrown aside, clanking and rolling along the stone road for a few times, and it stopped after hitting the raised stone slab. The ebony blade leaned against him, feeling the uneven wall behind him. He raised his head and looked at the moon in the sky, leaning his head weakly against the wall.

Tired, the body is extremely exhausted. Whether it is a high-intensity battle or an organ that is overloaded under the catalysis of a potion, the potion can make him feel no fatigue in the battle, but when the battle is over, this fatigue is uncontrollable. Perhaps, he should take a short rest.

Sighed and slowly closed his eyes.

He really needs a break.

The scent of lilies in the dream is so pinching. Sweet, fragrant, lingering. Under the breeze, the bright white flowers poured in the same direction like waves, silent and beautiful.

"Good hunter, you did a good job, the night is coming to an end."

It is still the dream of the Hunter's Workshop. Under the huge canopy of the lily flower field, Geman in the dream is sitting in a wheelchair. His figure looked vague, in fact, the whole dream state showed a subtle sense of incongruity. Everything is so realistic, yet so illusory.

"This is not Yanan's dream." Zelin didn't open his eyes. He closed his eyes and sighed slightly. "So, which one is you? Geman? The first hunter of the church? The guard of the dream?"

"You killed the first hunter in the church, and the guard of the dream has died. Now only German is left, and the dream in his heart." The person in the wheelchair is very old, and he can hear it just by listening to the voice. Old and extremely weak "No matter where you are from, a foreigner, I am very grateful to you. I never thought that one day I could get rid of it. No human being can escape its confusion until death." The old hunter is on humans. The accented pronunciation "When it first came, I failed. No matter how strong the power is, there is no way to escape control. Human beings will never have the wisdom to fight against the ancient gods. All we have is arrogance."

Zelin didn't say anything.

He heard the sound of burning houses, and the dream was disappearing. Geman is already dead, this is just the last remnant. No one has ever been able to explain the spirit and soul, neither can the smartest scholar, nor the wisest wizard.

"Is there anything else I need to help piggyback on?" Zelin asked, "For example, bring it to Maria? That doll was made based on her, right."

"Maria..." German was silent for a while, "No, let her forget all this. It's over, outsider, I hope all this will never be seen again."

The 618th chapter Yanan sunrise

The wind blew gently.

The weeds in the cracks of the stone slabs and the branches protruding between the rocks swayed slightly under the touch of the night wind, like a pair of soft hands, soothing Yanan's unhealed scars. The moon is getting darker and darker, and patches of dark clouds are floating in the night sky, spreading all kinds of weird spots on the earth, spreading on Yanan's quiet house and the already stagnant clock tower. The moon is gradually moving down, the moonlight is dissipating, and the world seems to be plunged into complete darkness as the moon falls.

Yanan was quiet in the night.

There was no metal clash of fighting, no hoarse roar of wild beasts, no roar of musket firing, and no tearing noise of hunters.

The silence did not last long, time passed too fast, and the night was long enough.

The first thing to break the silence was a clear bird call.

The frightened, shivering bird hiding in the nest stretched out its head tremblingly, bringing the first call in the dark.

Slowly, the hiding creatures walked out of the nest cautiously. They greedily breathe the fresh and cold air, and the distant sky presents an incomparably deep darkness. This darkness seems to overwhelm the entire world, and to wrap it all up, there is no moonlight, no starlight. , There is only darkness in the sky, like a pair of hands surrounding Yanan, covering the entire area under a huge palm.

The birds in the distance flapped their wings and landed on the top of the Yanan Clock Tower, looking at the silent city.

Then, a light appeared on the horizon in the distance.

The bird turned its head, and the morning light shone in its eyes.

The darkness retreats, the place where the morning light hits, the darkness is like touching high-temperature snow. The dazzling but extremely warm morning light shines on the locust trees on the side of the street, the carriage on the side of the road, the closed doors of the houses, the top of the cathedral, the cheeks of the statues with their heads up and their hands reaching the sky as if begging for something. , And beside the sleeping demon hunter, a corpse that seems to have been dead for a long time and turned into white bones, but with bloodshot remains on it

The sun, the born sun crawled out of the horizon, and once again appeared over the city that had been separated from it for an unknown period of time.

It's dawn.

Zelin stood up and suddenly got up to make him feel dizzy. After a short rest, he looked around.

The surroundings still kept the appearance after the battle, the smashed, scorched, the blood on the ground had solidified, and a large amount of blood even dyed a piece of ground red. The demon hunter did not remember that he had left so much blood, but under the stimulation of the potion, the pain nerve was suppressed. He may have been injured in other places, but there was no pain. Hekna's decoction was enough to recover after a night Only blood and regrown skin were left in his wounds.

After taking a few deep breaths, the fresh and cold air poured into his lungs, making his mind sober.

No need to consider the consequences of the battle, the demon hunter looked at the sky, and the bright sunlight had already told him the answer.

It's over, it's all over.

Picking up the weapon that fell on the ground, he put the cloth bag back on his back, and he looked at the bones on the ground. There is no joy of victory, only exhaustion and boredom. Raising his hand to slightly block the sunlight, Zelin had not seen the sunlight for a long time. After waiting for a while, Zelin turned his head and walked along the road to the place where Yusevka's clinic was in his memory.

Yanan seems to be waking up in the early morning.