Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 351 341. The Tepes Plan

Under the dark starry sky, Dean looked at Monica;

"Why did Tepes force you?"

"It has given us the mark of the Lord of the Flies, which can control our weakness and death at any time." Monica turned around to reveal a mark similar to a combination of a fly and a skeleton carved on a piece of silky smooth skin under the back of her neck.

Dean looked carefully. This mark was like a living kaleidoscope, slowly rotating, reflecting a bright and gorgeous luster, showing extremely rich and exquisite details. From the perspective of God, Artemons and Peter were inlaid with the same mark.

The murderous intent in Dean's eyes dimmed slightly.

"Tepesh can sense things through your five senses?"

"No." Monica breathed a sigh of relief. The demon hunter could still communicate as before. "He can only torture us remotely and give us orders."

Dean nodded, "Then when were you and Peter captured by Tsepesh?"

"The two of us drove a large truck all the way north along the town of Hawkins, Indiana. From time to time we stopped at some small towns along the way to supply supplies, perform magic tricks to earn some traveling expenses, and train Peter to adapt to his new body. We lived a peaceful life for three months. During this period, I have never broken my promise to you or harmed an innocent person."

"It's just that Peter is a little rebellious and impulsive, and his thirst for blood is growing day by day."

"Three months later, we were camping in a sparsely populated town in Quebec to perform magic, and happened to bump into the Tsepesh team in action."

"It caught us and forced us to kill sleeping people and create cold corpses." A trace of struggle and helplessness flashed in Monica's eyes, and she lowered her head in pain, "I don't want to do that, but I can't resist. , I have unintentionally violated my promise to you many times, and I should be punished."

"Before that, why don't I deal with him first!"

Dean fell silent. The decline of the town had anything to do with Jesus Christ? Isn't it because of resource depletion and human greed?

Monica continued her analysis,

"And not just in the town of Ganano, in Quebec, every time before, this team will also first select an agent from the townspeople, and then use the agent to help eliminate the entire Christian town."

"He saw through the hypocrisy of Jesus Christ, so he fell into the arms of Beelzebub, the Lord of Flies, under our simple temptation."

"You are very reluctant, but your companion enjoys it. He is a natural predator." Dean looked at Peter, his young face was as pale as ice, and he opened his lips and was speechless.

"I still have a few questions."

Dean nodded, released the other party's restraints, and called Sean over in the darkness behind him.

"Now let's talk somewhere else."

"I have a way that might lure him out."

"Please forgive him." Monica straightened her body and explained hurriedly, "He has not been transformed for long. According to human calculations, he is only equivalent to a five or six-year-old child. His thoughts and self-awareness are not strong enough to resist Caipei. What kind of coercion and guidance.”

"Even if you were forced, your hands are still stained with the blood of innocent people."

"Momir Dane was once the most devout believer in Jesus Christ and even held a church position. But over the years, he saw the magnificent Christian church standing in the center of the town accepting pilgrims and worship from the townspeople, but he ignored it. Small towns keep declining and dying.”

Dean left Shoal to continue to monitor the town of Ganano. With a roll of telekinesis, he flew a group of people back to the coroner's house and placed them around the bedroom on the second floor.

"Or I die by his hands!"

"Don't act too blatantly, otherwise it will attract the attention of relevant departments." Monica, who was sitting in the corner, shook her head. The moonlight pouring in from the window coated her plump curves with a layer of white gauze. "I have another inference. I think there’s a special meaning to these long, tedious steps.”

Her firm statement made Peter and Artemons on the side look horrified.

"I am willing to atone for my sins and help you put an end to Tepeshe's evil deeds."

The female vampire paused, and her red lips squeezed out her fangs angrily.

"With your powerful hypnosis and charm abilities, you can easily control all the townspeople and kill them all at once. Why bother to recruit a mortal like Momir Dayne to join the plan and slowly eliminate the townspeople one by one? Don’t you mind the delay?”

"Let him do it!" Monica's expression was weak, but her dreamy eyes were ignited with fire. "He is a tyrant and devil who hides countless secrets. If he continues to kill like this indiscriminately, he will sooner or later push our tribe into the abyss and kill us. All vampires, kill Peter!”

"Aren't you afraid of betraying Tsepesh that he will activate the Mark of the Lord of the Flies and kill you?"

Dean turned his eyes to the coroner who was sleeping soundly on the bed.

Dean once again confirmed from the blood memory that this female vampire has a similar philosophy to his own, is incompatible with Tepesheze, and is trustworthy. "But you can't find him?"

"agent?"

"That is, those human beings who first believed in Christ devoutly and then were tempted to betray Christ, like Coroner Mormir Dayne."

"The believers abandoned by Christ bury their sacred 'body' with their own hands. This is the ultimate denial and trampling of Christ, in order to please the Lord of Flies."

……

The event progress jumped to 80%.

Dean nodded. It seemed that Beelzebub hated Christ just as much as the Lord of Hell and the Lord of Beasts. The continuous destruction of small towns over the centuries was most likely some kind of ancient sacrilegious ritual.

"Then how to lure out Tepesh?"

Monica put her hands around her trembling chest, raised her smooth chin slightly, and spoke in a low voice,

"Before every Christian town he destroys, he will ask members who bear the mark of the Lord of the Flies to kill at least half of the town's population as sacrifices. If the number of deaths does not meet the target, it will fail. This is deceiving and blaspheming the Lord of the Flies."

"Now Ganano has only killed more than thirty townspeople, and he is far from completing his goal. If we move the townspeople to other places in advance during the day, Tepes' plan will fail, and his anger will ignite him, and he will Take revenge on us!”

Dean questioned, "Is he so impulsive that he jumps into the trap?"

"Tepesh is very cautious and does not trust anyone, but he has a fatal flaw - his fanatical worship of Beelzebub. He will never tolerate the failure of his faith. From centuries ago to the present, his actions have never failed. once."

Never failed?

Dean's head sank, and he quietly improved his evaluation of Tsepesh's strength, "You have been planning for a long time, right?"

Monica staggered to support her body with her newly healed long legs, her eyes flashed with a crazy cold light, like a female animal protecting her cubs, "Tepesh has been guiding Peter to kill innocent people indiscriminately and indulge his instincts. He I'm constantly pushing my child into the fire, and I can't let him continue to do that, at any cost."

Peter, who was kneeling on the ground, blushed and wanted to retort, but the complicated emotions of shame and gratitude made him shut up.

"Before resisting the leader, you'd better get rid of its control first." Dean glanced at Sean at the antique desk. "The Serent Rune you master can seal the connection between gods and their relatives. It should be able to cut off the connection between the Lord of the Flies and the Mark of the Flies. Their influence comes in handy now, why don’t you use it to practice first?”

With a casual move, Dean lifted Artemons under the wardrobe on the far right side of the bedroom to Sean's feet. Artemons shook his head desperately, his smooth and handsome face had dense ridges, as if he had been exposed to the scorching sun for three years.

"Leave it to me, I just can't see any progress in training alone." The sharp light in Sean's vertical pupils was like a hungry wolf sizing up a sheep, making the aristocratic vampire tremble all over, and then he was grabbed by the neck and dragged to the next door. Bedroom, roughly overturned on its back. Sean bit the index finger of his right hand, whispered an obscure prayer in his mouth, and used his dark red fingertips to trace a feather on Artmons's chest where the Lord of the Flies mark was.

The first stroke fell, the air vibrated, and a wave of waves spread in the room. The latter seemed to be pressed by a big mountain and couldn't move. He looked at the ceiling, his eyes bulging out of his sockets, as if he saw someone. Something of extreme fear.

Monica wiped the sweat from her forehead with her slender fingers and said hesitantly, "Your Excellency, Demon Hunter, the mark of the Lord of the Flies comes from the power of the gods. How can it be sealed?"

"You don't need to worry about this. Next, think carefully about what weaknesses Tepes has?"

"He has no weaknesses." Peter plucked up the courage to speak, but he only dared to look down at the ground, avoiding the other person's glare like the sun. "Mina and Artemons once saw Tepesh walking in the sun, and the sun cannot Killing him will only make him slightly weaker.”

"He can manipulate tangible and invisible energy, as well as the thinking consciousness of living things, and the blood in the body." Monica added, "He can fly faster than the sound, is infinitely powerful, and has some terrible abilities given by Beelzebub. , related to disease and pain. People in our team have never seen Tepesh take action seriously, and they said everyone they have seen has died."

Dean listened to the two men's stories with a solemn expression, his brain running at high speed, analyzing various possible conflict situations.

Monica begged again, "I have told you everything I know. If, I mean, if you succeed in destroying Tsepesh, can you let us live?"

Dean's mirror-like eyes glanced at Monica, who was leaning against the corner, and Peter, who was kneeling on the ground. His eyes were like a judge examining the prisoners in the courtroom, about to be convicted and sentenced.

Monica pursed her lips, "As long as you spare Peter's life, I will spend the rest of my life repaying your kindness. I swear to God, Satan, Beelzebub, Lord of the Flies... gods and demons."

"No, you don't need to take responsibility for the choices I made!" Peter held the edge of the bed to support his knees and tried to stand up, but then a force made him kneel down harder, and his kneecaps were almost broken, "Hunter Demon, Monica is kinder and weaker than many humans, she doesn’t deserve to die!”

"That's not weakness, that's principle. It's all because I didn't guide you well that you are so rebellious and impulsive. I will pay for your mistakes." Monica's eyes were gentle but powerful as she said, "Without me by your side, you will be so rebellious and impulsive in the future." You have to grow up slowly.”

"No!"

"Shut up! I'll save your lives first, deal with Tepesh and then make a decision. Now let's put an end to the incident." Dean ended the tangled and confusing argument and snapped his fingers at the old man on the bed.

Momir Dane seemed to hear a thunder, trembled all over, and sat up straight. His cloudy eyes glanced at the three unfamiliar faces in the bedroom. There was some doubt and surprise at first, and then it turned into joy and piety.

"Are you the messengers sent by the Lord of Flies?"

The old man lifted up the quilt, jumped out of bed excitedly, knelt down in front of Dean, hugged his knees, and looked up at him, like a believer kneeling before a god.

"Did the Lord of Flies send you to take me away?"

"Yes, Momir Dane," Dean smiled and nodded at him, stroking his sparse white hair, "You have sent dozens of old friends in Ganano Town to eternal peace, and now it's your turn. You accept the reward.”

The old man's beard trembled with excitement, "What should I do? How should I welcome this gift?"

"Close your eyes and follow my lead... Do you see it? The end of life is a new and unknown realm," Dean described in an ethereal tone, spreading his right hand in mid-air. "It is filled with pure darkness, silence, The void is more dead than a black hole, with no temperature, no sun, moon, stars, humans or animals, and no concepts of time and space."

"Only nothingness remains."

The ecstasy on Momir's wrinkled cheeks cooled, revealing a hint of confusion and fear.

"There's nothing ahead of you."

As soon as he finished speaking, Dean closed his five fingers, and his mental power instantly compressed the old, thin body inward into a fist-sized blood ball, which ignited flames while spinning.

In one second, the body and soul were burned to ashes and disappeared from between the fingers.

There is no trace of Mormir Dayne left in the world.

"Whether this 'agent' wants to send away the old people in the town out of good intentions or selfish desires, they will all be reunited in eternity." Dean looked at the two vampires in front of him who were so frightened that their cheeks cramped, "Next , it’s your turn.”

Dean looked next door.

There was a sharp banging sound outside the bedroom, like a hammer driving nails into hard oak, penetrating everyone's consciousness.

In the sound of heavy footsteps, Sean, who was sweating profusely, dragged the lifeless Artemons from the next door, like a butcher dragging a disemboweled animal.

Artemons' chest, which was smoother than a woman's, showed a mess of dark red blood, as if he had lost his breathing and heartbeat and turned into a corpse.

"I'm sorry, I'm not very proficient in Serent Runes, so I started a little harder. Not only did I seal the mark of the Lord of the Flies on this vampire, but I also obliterated his soul. But I have practical experience. Next time To ensure success, it will take at least one day to seal the mark."

"It's normal for experiments to fail. It seems that the power of 'arrogance' is better than gluttony." Dean patted Sean's shoulder encouragingly, raised his hand to crush Artemons' body into powder, and turned to Peter, "Now it's your turn to remove the mark."

Peter's whole body was shaken, and he felt that the restraints on his body were lifted, but his feet were as if they were filled with lead and were unwilling to move.

If he fails to lift the seal, will he die like Artemons?

"I'll go first." Monica saw his worry and took the initiative to get up and follow Sean.

Then there was a near miss. The Seals of the Lord of the Flies on the two vampires left in the room were all sealed by Sean using the Serent runes.

Monica stretched out, her long hair draped over her shoulders and dancing gently, with a charming and innocent smile in her eyes.

"Free, finally free of those damn shackles, I will never kill anyone in my sleep again."

Peter looked at his hands, eager to try, "If we just run away to the ends of the earth like this, no one can catch us, right?"

"You can try to escape." Dean showed an inviting smile, making the latter lower his head timidly and bend down humbly.

"Just kidding, Lord Demon Hunter, I'm not going anywhere, I'll just follow your command."

"The next step is to find a way to transfer the remaining residents of the town and lead them out of Tepesh." Dean said,

Monica said, "There are 532 people left, and it will not be easy to take them away in a short time."

"How to arrange it?" Sean wiped the bangs on his forehead and said thoughtfully, "I will go to the nearest big city, Ottawa, to rent a few travel buses and deceive the elderly out of the town in the name of free travel?"

Dean glanced at Sean in surprise, suddenly feeling that this guy had traveled through time from later generations.

"It's a good idea, but there's no need to go to so much trouble. When it's almost dawn, you can gather all the townspeople in the town square and I'll see them off."

(End of this chapter)