Blood of the Hunting God

"The... 37th time..."

Subconsciously, such a whisper came out.

Obviously still in a state of trance and ignorance, but instinctively said such words.

It was as if in the depths of the self, there was something that could not be suppressed, which was forcibly awakened by some external stimulus.

37th...

I have been connected 37 times, have I experienced something?

Tuk Tuk-

The polite knock on the door sounded again.

Aunt Linda smiled and sent Abigail downstairs to eat the toast she had just made.

Opening the door, walking downstairs, the smell of toast and the laughter of children, nothing seemed different.

Everything around seemed so normal.

But if that's the case, why do I smell corruption?

【Do you... know something...】

The completely rotten head hung down from above. Aunt Linda's face and several children's faces were pieced together, and crawled onto Abigail's body wrigglingly. A root grew out from under the human skin. Root tusks.

【You...and...we...together...】

A murmured, broken sound.

……

...

After that, he opened his eyes again.

"The... 78th... cycle?"

Are you in a cycle?

Some tired girls raised their heads and saw the gradually rotting ceiling and the festering internal organs that had fallen down.

Even if you stay in the house and do nothing, will those weird changes find you here soon?

……

"The... 122nd... cycle..."

The twist continues.

The spirit seems to be getting more and more exhausted.

However, it seems to gradually become sober?

I still didn't remember what I had forgotten, but gradually I got an idea, and in my thinking, I gradually realized what the possible content of the forgotten memory would be.

It seems to have been forgotten more than once, and then recalled.

Forget, think again, and never forget again.

Little by little, find yourself in this twisted nightmare.

It's like... slowly getting used to these things.

……

...

"...the 148th cycle..."

The spirit is still getting more and more tired, as if it has been under pressure for a long time.

But the waking will is not altered in any way.

Those distorted and crazy images, those terrifying voices that seemed to tear apart the will, there was no way to take away the girl's sanity.

I... have to persist until Mister Hunter returns...

Although I still don't quite understand what happened to me, but, in my instinct, I can feel that the time in the outside world should still be flowing normally.Therefore, his abnormality must have been discovered by others, and when Mr. Hunter returns, he will definitely know what to do, will come to save himself, and will be able to rescue himself from this place.

So, just keep going...

must……

……

...

"...the 157th cycle..."

……

[What are you kidding! 】

The distorted voice in the darkness became more and more crazy at this moment.

[My nightmare power can only weaken her spiritual will step by step, even if it interferes with part of her memory]

【I can only trap her in a cycle of dreams, and slowly apply spiritual pollution. There is no way to erase it in one go.】

[How can a 12-year-old brat persist in this situation for such a long time? This is the great power of the Lord of Dreams! 】

Can not accept.

Such a situation is completely unacceptable.

What the hell is this little girl?why have

this level of power.

The cycle of dreams... I can't control her anymore...

Are you about to fail?

Did you fail on a little girl who had no skills at all?

What a joke.

[There is a last resort, which is to trigger the nightmare in her own memory]

[As long as there is a painful past that I can't face, even if I have lost traces of memory now, I will still be severely injured by the power of nightmare]

Although this move has great uncertainty.

After all, after facing the nightmare deep in themselves, not only were they not defeated, but there were also people who overcame the difficulties and became stronger.

But it is impossible for such a little girl to have such abilities.

【Then come on, let's see how capable you are! 】

In the voice of gritted teeth, the figure in the darkness released even stronger power at this moment.

A few minutes later, the voice in the darkness saw Abigail, so he raised the moonlight sword that appeared out of thin air and slashed it down heavily, watching the radiant blade rapidly enlarge in his sight.

Fragments 1-16: Death of a Hunter

Their names are not very impressive.

Their stories are not well known.

Even their deaths still did not cause any waves.

Just as a dead hunter, his name is carved on the monument, and there is nothing else.

Just like the many people who disappeared that night, no topics were raised, no one went to commemorate or mourn, and no one could even remember their names. The recorder still had to search for the hunters repeatedly. The identity was only confirmed after the register.

This is the last trace left behind by them in this world.

That last moment, no one saw, no one could witness.

No.

Perhaps, in the dark, there is also a line of sight cast on them?

……

The man is in charge of the night watch, the hunter guarding the guard tower on the side of Xingkong Town.

Originally, it wasn't a man who was in charge of the night watch today, but unfortunately he lost to the person in charge of the night watch in the tavern. Even though he couldn't give enough money to the winner, the other party was quite generous. Let the man go, just let him watch the night instead of him.

I have to say that the other party is so reasonable, and he is really saved.

After all, participating in a gambling game but not being able to get a bargaining chip is very looked down upon in Starry Sky Town.

Although he once thought about gaining fame and being famous, if possible, he still didn't want to be famous in this way, it would be too shameful.

The man who was thinking like this yawned, and lay down on the railing a little sleepily, looking at the town that was gradually dimming in front of him and plunged into darkness.At this moment, it is already late at night, and it is time for people to fall asleep.Places such as taverns are in another direction. Although the lights there will be bright until dawn, generally speaking, it will be quieter in the second half of the night, and it will not be as noisy as during the day or the first half of the night.

It's a pity, if I didn't lose the bet, I should actually be among the carnival crowd.

No matter how I put it, even when I was among the carnival crowd in the tavern, I was only a marginal individual.

As hunters, men are not very powerful, at most they are only apprentices.

He has never taken on any difficult missions, has never gone deep into the corruption field, and the furthest time he has traveled is only less than one kilometer.And in fact, that trip already made him terrified. After all, his strength is really not strong. If he encounters some powerful monsters, he will basically end up dead without a whole body.

He has more or less heard of the reputation of powerful hunters such as Disma and Tardif, and he has fantasized about his own fame becoming bigger and replacing them.Of course, just thinking about it, he knew it was impossible.

In short, because of his lack of strength, naturally, he will not be valued by others, and he will not be noticed by others.

In team actions, men can only serve as auxiliary personnel forever. Sometimes, even such simple auxiliary personnel are not qualified. They just participate in hunter tasks as coolies and labor, helping to carry some heavy objects and so on. of.

Of course, for the weak, this is actually kindness.After all, hunting missions are very dangerous, and a team that has enough room for a weak person like him to participate, not to mention its own strength, at least its attitude towards others can be called benevolent.

Well, then, how should I put it, the man's personality is not that kind of friendly type, which makes him even more marginal.

This kind of hunter is not without it. This kind of hunter is not particularly powerful, but he is very good at making friends, and can easily meet a lot of very capable hunters. Naturally, he can mix in Starry Sky Town It's booming.Such hunters can either act as intermediaries, introduce some powerful but relatively lonely hunters to cooperate, or cooperate with other hunters as commanders, such as that of Sangwi.Of course Sen

Gewei's own fighting ability is actually not bad, at least compared to this unknown man, I don't know how much stronger it is.

All in all, that's about it.

Unknown marginalized man.

He is neither good at fighting, nor good at eloquence, and even less good at communicating with people. He can only serve as a background board in any event, that's all.

There are actually quite a few people like him. Those who came to Xingkong Town with ideals or for profit became warriors who became hunters.Some of these talents are not considered good, those who are not capable of reaching the top level of masters, or even become middle-level powerhouses, if they can survive the dangerous battle by luck, they will become men like this marginalized individuals.

Generally speaking, at this point, those who have recognized their limits, and those who are lucky enough to live to realize their limits, are almost ready to pack up and leave this small town to return to normal life.

After all, if it wasn't for this piece of material, naturally there was no need to insist on doing this business.

But even so, there are still people who stay.

Or people who want to force themselves, knowing that they can't do it, but still want to participate in the hunter's mission.Generally speaking, no team will accept such an idiot, but there will always be exceptions, and when this exception occurs, it is basically the time for this kind of person to die.

And there are some, probably like men, who neither force themselves to participate in those difficult tasks that cannot be handled, nor are they willing to leave this place just like that, just relying on some low-difficulty and low-paying tasks. It's not good to maintain one's own life, but it's not too bad to live in this town.

Is there any point in doing this?

Obviously knowing that I am not suitable for this line of work, and knowing that I don't have the ability, but still continue to stay.

It doesn't make any sense to do so, does it?

Men understand this very well.

However, even if he understood, he still couldn't leave. "

What to say?

Perhaps, it seems that a habit has been formed, because he has adapted to life in this town, and if he leaves, there is no way to get a better environment than here.So, I just stayed like this, I just got used to it, and stayed in this place.

Because I have been completely used to this place, I have no idea of ​​leaving.

If a man had to answer, probably he would answer like this?

Nothing can be called a soul-stirring story.

There is no reason to be sad.

Just get used to it and don't want to change.

It's just the reason.