Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 346 336. Thoughts (Happy Chinese New Year!)

After entering Quebec, Dean and Sean clearly felt that the climate was getting colder. It was more than 20 degrees below zero, colder than Maine. The sky and the earth were completely white. Apart from the forest of mixed pine and fir trees, there were few sightings on the roadside. house.

The two of them drove all morning, and there was not a single car in the same direction. Instead, there were a few large trucks pulling trees from Canada to the United States.

It can be called big and empty.

At noon, we finally came across a roadside inn. A tall man wearing thick cotton wool said enthusiastically, "Bian Weinu..."

Dean glanced at Sean next to him in confusion.

"It means welcome. This area of ​​Quebec is a French-speaking area, and some residents don't know English but only French." Sean explained, cleared his throat, showed a professional fake smile when he was a flight attendant, walked up and said Speaking very fluent French, I ordered several large portions of local specialties.

"I don't speak English, but I can collect U.S. dollars quite easily." Dean walked to the warm dining table next to the fireplace. "When did you learn French?"

"I minored in French in college, and I occasionally encounter French-speaking guests on the New England train route I'm responsible for. I use it from time to time, so I haven't forgotten it all." Sean picked up a bagel with cheese sauce and bacon. He swallowed it loudly, took another sip of cold beer, and sighed with satisfaction, "By the way, man, do you have a clear direction to Midian? Which way should we continue walking?"

"Go west, slightly north." Dean used the dark field of his mind twice to search for Lu Guangming's location on the road, and vaguely felt that he was still in the northwest of Canada.

"Wasn't it northeast before?"

Dean recalled his conversation with Carmody. Midian was both a paradise for monsters and a prison. "Perhaps the Lord of Beasts needs our help to release them and set them free?"

"Tell me more specifically."

He shook his head in the negative, "A very small number of scattered supernatural creatures that follow rules will have little impact on human society. But once the number reaches a large scale, it means destruction. Even if the law of convergence is not taken into account, it will bring about a disaster."

Compared with the law of inhibition, the law of convergence does not completely destroy the balance. With its high-level deterrent, supernatural creatures do not dare to gather on a large scale and unite to fight against humans.

"Well, since I went on the road with you, I have hallucinations every few hours. Some green-faced and fanged nocturnal species, 'beasts', ask me to go to Athabasca. Especially during battles and emotional excitement, hallucinations are the worst. It's so lifelike, as if it's right in front of you." There was a hint of confusion in Sean's eyes, "Just recently, I saw a woman covered in spikes like hedgehogs humming a lullaby and opening her arms to me."

"Supernatural creatures and humans are not essentially the same species. Their living habits and attitudes are separated by an abyss. If they must be put together, the conflicts will only become unimaginably fierce and irreconcilable. This will lead to something more terrifying than war between humans. A war of species. The Earth will be destroyed.”

"Do you really dare to think that supernatural beings and humans can coexist peacefully?" Dean's first instinct was that it was possible, just like himself and Hawkins' group of relatives and friends, the members of the special operations department and the world.

"Okay," Sean looked out the window at the ice and snow, a subtle light flashing in his eyes, "I can also feel a calling from somewhere."

"Release? But where can the nocturnal species go after leaving Midian?" Sean's face turned pale. He couldn't imagine what would happen if more than 600 nocturnal species entered human society?

"Don't worry, this is just a guess on my part. There is no clear evidence." Dean muttered, "After all, the law of convergence is like the sword of Damocles hanging above your head. Without the protection of Midian, they will rush out with a high probability. They will be killed immediately by the Law of Convergence."

But the thoughts ran through my mind for a second.

“For the name of God is known throughout the world, and no one disrespects him wherever he goes.”

Dean turned his head and glanced at the boss behind him, "Humans are divided into different regions based on language and skin color. They are constantly fighting against each other, and even launch inhumane wars for resources and status."

There's another possibility that Dean didn't mention.

Sean nodded, frowned and pondered for a long time. The experience of being belittled as a monster in Bridgetown flashed before his eyes, "Actually, I have an immature idea. Do you think it is possible for nocturnal species and other supernatural creatures to be at peace with humans?" Coexistence. Monsters no longer need to hide, but live in a small town or a city with humans as neighbors, appearing in the sun?"

"Actually, there is another balanced situation..." Sean put down the bare dinner plate and stroked his belly, a hint of distant expectation flashed in his eyes, "Humans of all skin colors can believe in God, in the holy church Gather together to worship, calling each other fellow believers in harmony and love.”

As Dean explained this, some inspiration came to him.

Among the nocturnal species, there are special beings like the Alpha wolf in the coyote family, which can make a limited number of groups immune to the law of convergence.

"According to the description in the Bible's Book of Revelation, there are 666 beasts," Dean joked, stuffing a big mouthful of poutine into his mouth. "You also have to enjoy hundreds of wonderful hallucinations."

"It was northeast before entering Canada, but after entering, it reversed to the northwest. The location of Midian is very strange. It seems to be constantly moving."

"Is this interesting?" Sean grabbed the second Montreal meat bun with bloody venison and swallowed it in one gulp with some annoyance, bringing up the old matter again, "Well...why do they insist on us going to Midian?"

……

"If, and I'm just saying if, there is such a deified 'God' between supernatural creatures and humans who is believed by both sides. With the coordination of God, it is entirely possible for them to coexist peacefully."

Dean was startled when he heard this and grinned, "Even human beings can't unify their beliefs, let alone different species. This is absolutely impossible."

"That was before," Sean grinned, half jokingly, half seriously, "Isn't there you now? I have never seen any gods such as God, but in my barren life, who can I say? The closest to God is you."

"I wonder how many superpowers you have, space, transformation, and extra-dimensional wrapping? You seem to be omnipotent."

"If other people want to be as powerful as you, they must have lofty ambitions... recruit a bunch of followers, follow them, drive luxury cars, private jets, and all luxury goods, travel all over the world, enjoy life, and even set higher goals and participate in politics. , run for president? Establish an organization that changes the world and human society? In short, you will not be as low-key and simple as you, and you will do everything yourself."

"And you are full of compassion and patience towards supernatural creatures, and you can become such a God with an attitude of absolute fairness and justice."

"Thank you for thinking so highly of me, but I have no interest or ability to be such a coordinator." Dean took a hard bite of the maple syrup popsicle and shook his head, "And I still think humans and large-scale supernatural creatures cannot coexist, because Earth’s resources are limited.”

……

Dean stopped this big and ethereal topic.

The two finished their lunch quickly and continued driving west to Ontario.

Most of the areas they passed through were desolate snowy areas. The scenery was monotonous and the environment was eerily quiet. It was more hypnotic than a boring movie. Sean while driving yawned from time to time, his eyes were blank and he fell into a state of distraction.

In the back row, Ying fixed the pale golden spine taken out of Queen Mistweaver's body and kept it spinning in mid-air. At the same time, he summoned an orange flame of about 2,700 degrees to wrap around the spine and calcine it repeatedly, slowly melting it into a liquid state.

Dean leisurely took out the spears, hand axes, long knives and other weapons in the fantasy space and rubbed them one by one to instill thoughts and life energy maintenance. These weapons were not very useful before.

But now they are like screws in a precision machine. When combined, they form a giant weapon that is perfectly suited to its destructive form.

The sharper, tougher, and more sophisticated these "screws" are, the higher the quality of the giant weapon, and the stronger the lethality it can explode after breaking the form and holding it, so Dean pays more attention to daily maintenance work.

After almost an hour, the weapon maintenance was completed. Ying also successfully melted the entire spine into a ball of pale golden liquid, and then accurately divided and hammered out the shapes of various weapon embryos.

Nowadays, the increasingly powerful and skilled telekinesis has completely replaced the forging hammer, furnace, mold, anvil and other tools required in conventional forging. With the expertise of the blacksmith, the creation of weapons and equipment has become more and more convenient.

The junior blacksmith expertise has the tendency to be upgraded to the intermediate level.

In another two hours, Dean used materials from level 6 creatures to create fifty star arrows that had not yet been engraved with runes, thirty natural willow leaf-shaped flying knives, five kukri knives, Tang knives, and spear embryos. .

Taking back the device embryo, he took out the thick leather of Mistweaver Queen, cut it into dozens of pieces, and began telekinesis hair removal and tanning to prepare the weapon handle.

The bright sun outside the window quickly sets in the west, and twilight falls.

Unknowingly, Citroën seemed to have been pushed into the deep darkness by someone. The two car lights shone directly on the dark night, like two white lines extending brightly into the dark night not far away. The white dotted line on the side retracted rapidly, accompanied by the sound of "whooshing" wind, showing that the car was traveling rapidly.

"Where are we?"

Dean put down the thirtieth piece of skin and rubbed his temples. Even though his spirit and will were far beyond ordinary people, he was still a little tired after doing a lot of supernatural forging work.

In this era, there were no mobile phones or GPS, so Sean could only look at the routes marked by thick and thin lines that crisscrossed and curved on a temporary map of eastern Canada in his hand.

"It's been a while since we left Quebec and entered Ontario. There is a small town of Ganano ahead. Do you want to go in and rest for a night?"

"Buy some hot food, and then let's go." Dean has now made up his mind to try not to stay in human settlements for too long, so as not to trigger the law of convergence and bring disaster.

"Wait, what is that?"

The car stopped on the side of the road, and when the headlights shone on it, the two saw a large animal with slender legs, long face, long hooves, a pair of cactus-shaped horns, and shoulders standing high like a camel. It was two meters tall and lying on the ground. By the roadside.

His neck was tilted to one side, revealing traces of fractures, and the hair all over his body was covered with snow and ice. It was obvious that he had been frozen for a long time.

"The moose was hit and killed by a passing car." Sean licked the corner of his mouth, stared at a pair of bloodthirsty beast eyes, and forcibly controlled the urge to pounce on the "fresh meat" and bite the "fresh meat." "There are many in Canada and the United States. There is such a big thing in every state. It runs like a small tank. If it suddenly crosses the road at night and collides with a high-speed car, it will not only die, but the driver will also suffer. So it Also called roadkill."

"Deer? This reminds me of my last experience on the train, and deer are the wolf's favorite food." From God's perspective, Dean checked all the wounds on the moose to confirm that there were no abnormalities, and then cut the wounds on both sides. The dark woods were swept over,

"Don't be ridiculous, man," Sean tightened his cheeks and moved his nose, trying to capture the familiar body odor, but found nothing. "I can't smell anything. There are no other 'werewolves' around here."

……

After a small interlude, the two of them moved forward smoothly and entered Ganano, a remote town in the valley.

It was only eight o'clock in the evening, and the town was already dark. Not a single pedestrian could be seen on the deserted streets. The moonlight made by the street lamps was as dim as a disco.

All commercial buildings in the center of the town have closed their doors, and even the only two or three hotels and bars have closed for unknown reasons.

The whole town was eerily quiet.

Among the townspeople in the villa that Dean's God's perspective scanned, 80% were elderly, and there were only a few young people and children. Most of them had depressed expressions, and there was a faint haze and twilight between their brows, as if they were all worried.

The only open building in the town is the steeple-shaped St. Andrew's Church.

Through the church door.

The two of them saw a short, fat, middle-aged woman with gray hair sitting in the front row of the auditorium chairs. In the dim candlelight, her eyes were red and looking at the coffin in front of her - an old man in his seventies or eighties, with a complexion on his face. As pale as cheese on a black plate, with a faint and strange smile at the corner of his mouth, he was so skinny that he slept in a coffin and lost his life.

"This is a wake." Sean's face darkened, "I wonder if my family will keep a wake for me?"

"Don't worry, man, without your body, they will at most treat you as missing and are still waiting for you to come back and be reunited." Dean handed him a small piece of high-energy protein, "Leave the town, we'll be in the car tonight overnight."

Sean gnawed on the bland food and drove into the barren land outside the town that resembled a mine.

"Continue training later?"

"You actually took the initiative to apply for training?"

"I'm too weak. If I don't train hard," Sean said solemnly, "I'm worried that I won't be able to get out after entering Midian."

The moonlight sheds mottled brilliance.

A hideous monster covered in scales, half human and half wolf, carrying a spear was revealed.

Sean waved his spear, roared and spit out venom, and launched continuous attacks at Dean in the center.

Dean was suspended in the air, taking out star arrow embryos from the space, carving star runes on them, and occasionally giving advice on Sean's fighting skills.

……

Until late at night, the crashing and low roaring near the mine ended.

Sean, who still couldn't hurt Dean even a hair, lay back in the Citroën covered in sweat, caressing the sharp spear unwillingly. The huge frustration made him couldn't help but take out the package from his arms. Looking at the parchment with Serent runes on it, he gritted his teeth and asked,

"Man, can I learn the Serent runes on this?"

"Have you thought about it? Doing this will be associated with arrogance and leave hidden dangers." Outside the car, Dean stopped meditating on the red dragon and looked over with piercing eyes.

"I'm different from you. I'm so weak. Even if I'm targeted by them, there's nothing worth losing." Sean clenched his fists and said sternly, "And I have no other choice. No matter how much I train, I won't be strong enough in a short time." There may be too much progress, and I must find a trump card for myself. Please allow me to practice the Serent Rune."

Dean pondered for a long time, this was a situation he had expected. "You can train again after I leave you."

Avoid being affected.

Dean opened the space node in front of him and went into the void. In the darkness, he grew eight legs and a body the size of a millstone. He took the shape of a gray widow spider and teleported to the misty world where the lake monster was.

(End of this chapter)