From Goblin To Goblin God

The headhunter who was about to enter the city to enjoy a feast of killing suddenly stopped.

He turned his headless neck and looked into the distance.

He murmured to himself, "Hmm? The breath of the guy in the Pot of Greed seems to have disappeared? Could he be dead?"

But evil gods of his level are protected by evil gods.

Unless it is a fatal kill, there will definitely be a chance to escape or turn the tables within an hour.

"Something is wrong, it seems that I can only wait for those slow guys..."

The headhunter said very cautiously.

His profession is a hunter. For a hunter, vigilance and caution are the primary rules of survival.

Soon.

The forbidden death god in the sandstorm also arrived at the foot of the city and looked around with his scarlet eyes like ghost fire.

He couldn't help but narrow his eyes, "Has that guy come here one step ahead?"

The bloody heads on the ground.

There is no doubt that they were from the hands of the headhunter.

So there is no need to think, you can directly see who it is.

At the same time.

The smiling angel came to the other side of the city gate.

The Silence of the Lambs and the Grotesque Clown were also in different directions.

Only the Headhunter and the Forbidden Death God walked on the same side.

In the city, the Headhunter laughed creepily and slowly walked into a tavern.

His ability to chop off all heads within ten meters can be released freely, not mandatory.

"Undead?!"

In the tavern, some sub-humans who were chatting and drinking were a little surprised and took a few steps back.

They all sobered up immediately.

Because the number of undead is very rare, and each one is very powerful.

The tavern owner asked cautiously, "Excuse me, what do you want to drink?"

The headhunter who came in looked at everyone present, his face suddenly changed, and he said a little ferociously, "Do you...see what I can drink?"

"Sorry, sir, I said the wrong thing."

The tavern owner apologized hurriedly, lowered his head, and prepared to do his own thing.

But in front of everyone, the tavern owner lowered his head!

His head fell off!

Blood gushed out!

Even though they were subhumans, they were frightened by the bloody and horrific scene and screamed!

Subhumans are different from monsters. Many subhumans have their own social civilization and their living conditions are similar to those of ordinary humans.

Only monsters live in a dark forest without rules.

They live a life of killing and being killed at any time.

Therefore, this scene almost scared these subhumans to faint.

But they suddenly felt something was wrong!

A strong numbness and swelling came from their necks!

Blood slowly seeped out.

They could not feel any pain at all and became headless corpses.

Because of the blood pressure, each corpse was bleeding crazily, which was extremely terrifying!

The headhunter bathed in the blood shower and washed his body, "What a pity, I wanted to have more fun with you."

He is not such a simple killer.

Before the headhunting, I hope to have some fun chatting, or let people die in happiness, or let people die in despair.

At this time.

There was a subhuman at the door who was about to come for a drink, and he was scared to death on the spot when he saw this creepy scene!

A headless monster, in an environment where headless people were bleeding.

Taking a bath with the still hot blood.

How creepy.

"Heh... boring guy."

The headhunter glanced at the guy lying on the ground outside the door, twitching and foaming, and ignored him.

Then a bloody mouth full of dense fangs grew out from the broken neck.

Swallowed all those heads.

This is not eating, he actually doesn't need to eat at all, but collecting heads.

After reaching 100 million heads, he can evolve into a stronger posture.

A posture that is enough to crush the pot of greed!