Aura Hunter

After listening to Ding Biluo's question, the dean who was sitting on the throne casually turned his head to the side, and then responded in a slow tone:

“en? The butcher has not proven us. Have you seen the sincerity of his cooperation? Now that so many active hunters have fallen into our hands, are you still suspicious of him?"

Ding Biluo shrugged with emotion:

"That's what I said, but in this collective ambush operation, many people here did not come back. The proportion of gain and loss is about 73%, and it can't be regarded as blood profit."

“Moreover, in today’s theater, there are only the piles of defeated soldiers left in the past, and there are only four of us so-called backbones of the theater...”

"This time, it's just that those weak and weak pieces were damaged. As a result, there are only me and two other mental disorders left in this room..."

"The last backbone of the theater, the swamp clown Shan, has not come back yet!"

"Although he and I normally don't like each other, it is undeniable that this shrewd three Aura's strength is indeed quite a set, except for the "extreme hunter", I really can't imagine that Shan will be cleaned up by other Aura hunters..."

After listening to the dean, faintly smiled.

"Hehe, he may have been unlucky and was cleaned up by 'Extreme Hunt'."

"I can't blame anyone for this kind of thing. Large-scale operations always have to be drawn.”

“Anyway, the master hunter of the 5th layer nightmare realm has also caught a bunch of them. I think there should be a large number of guys who can take the place of Shan, so You shouldn't be too horny..."

Seeing that his dean didn't care about the loss of his trusted cronies in the theater, the building block clown Ding Biluo was speechless.

"Let that group of hunters replace them? Hehe...I don't know how many of them can survive our 'hospital ceremony'..."

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He was so frigid irony and scorching satire secretly in his heart, turning his head to look at Fente, the tailor clown who was still humming the fabric.

"What do you think, Fente? Can you really be satisfied with the result of this collective dispatch from the theater?"

Fente heard this, while continuing the swift and smooth flow The knitting activity at hand, while replying to Ding Biluo in an old voice:

"Well, it's a bit hard to say..."

"On the one hand, this This time I lost a lot of my beloved children, especially Kou Ling, she was so smart that she didn't come back, which really shocked, saddened me as a mother..."

"Only, at the same time, I have harvested a large number of new seedlings with extraordinary potential, such as hunters. If they are carefully cultivated, each of them may become a treasure of the theater..."

"Hey, if I insisted on making a conclusion, it should be mixed, right?"

"However, the result must be good, after all, the old won't go away, and the new won't. Come on!"

"The babies who are about to be born, mother will knit you love sweaters now, all of which are knitted from fresh sausages, and every child who survives has a share. , hehe hehe hehe————!"

After a series of terrifying ghost laughter, Fente's two bloated arms, which were tightly tied by the rope, immediately became as if crippled. Shadow-like began to manipulate the needle and thread in his hand, frantically knitting the unfinished clothes.

"You're so disgusting..."

Dimbilo cast a disgusting look at Fente, who became excited about the unfathomable mystery, Then turned around and looked towards the branded clown Isaiah on the other side of the hall.

"What are your thoughts, Isaiah?"

Isaiah's hands are still carefully cleaning the pitch-black ring iron, hidden in the triangle helmet. Nei's huge single eye glanced at Ding Biluo slightly, and then expressed his opinion indifferently.

"I don't think much of it."

"Whether it's the hunter's side or the clown's side, we're all guilty and none of us is innocent."

"One day, everyone will be given eternal redemption by Him in endless suffering." Insanely paranoid, his tone suddenly became louder.

"So, the process before that ending makes no difference to me at all, the more people in this world die and the more people suffer, the happier and more fulfilled I will be— ————!"

After making this declaration, his expression quickly returned to calm, and then he took out another lantern and started a new round of cleaning for it. Work.

"I'm still immersed in my own imaginary world as before..."

Ding Biluo made a statement about Isaiah's words and deeds After some evaluation, he shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Alas...the remaining two theater backbones are mental disorders that make it difficult to have a dialogue."

"In the past, I was able to communicate with each other. Shirt is bickering and making noise. Now that there are no other people, I can't find a suitable chat partner in the future. Is this what loneliness feels like..."

"Yes, Shan, you actually Just left me behind without saying a word..."

After complaining for a while, Ding Biluo immediately hugged his chest against the wall and launched a twisted resentment against the air in front of him .

"I really hope this guy dies as badly as possible!"

Immediately afterwards, a sudden noise interrupted his thoughts and interrupted the presence of him. thoughts of all.

Wow ——————!

At the moment when the brain received such a movement, Fente, Timbero, and Isaiah all invariably shook their heads, raised their hands, lowered their center of gravity, and were ready at any time. Get ready for the fight.

In less than milliseconds of trifling, the three backbone clowns acted fast as lightning, showing their terrifying reaction and old-fashioned awareness as Asura veterans.

However, unlike the three of them, the dean sitting on the throne was not surprised, he just turned his head slightly and swept his deep gaze towards the source of the sound.

And in the center of the hall where his sight fell, the void had been torn out of thin air with an ash-gray crack.

"..."

At this moment, everyone present began to hold their breaths, concentrated attention completely observing the sudden arrival of the space door.

Then, a tall, sturdy silhouette, wearing a jet-black trench coat and a jet-black triangle hat, stepped out of the crack and finally came to the spacious and empty hall. Came to the dean and the three backbones.

"Hello everyone."

Facing the vigilant gaze of the clowns and the calm gaze of the dean, the man waved his hand to remove the Space Crack behind him, Then he bowed slightly to the crowd.

"I'm the Butcher-Hunter, Jettiskokie."