Blood of the Hunting God

run away...

run away...

Run away from the embrace of the god...

Run away from the hero who steps forward...

Get away from me... run away...

run away...

run away...

escape……

……

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caller elvis

The nightmare that roams the wilderness, the hideous thing that hunters dare not face, the incomparable embodiment of filth.

Legend has it that it was a monk who devoted himself to cultivation and vowed to bring happiness and beauty to all people.

Legend has it that he was infected by filth, and his body collapsed and corrupted, but he remained intact.

Losing his mind, he maintained his self and continued to walk on the earth.

Legend has it that he called out on the wilderness, leading the residents of one town after another to escape the spreading filth and find a safe shelter for the people.

Legend has it that he finally failed to resist the filthy poison spreading in his body and soul, so he returned to the corrupt wilderness alone, never to return.

Legend has it that this monk pierced his eyes with a blade, cut off his legs, cut his throat, and crushed his fingers. Make sure you don't turn into a human-eating monster.

People call him the Summoner, and he is one of the very few ancient heroes who have been sung to this day when the myths of the old gods have been lost.

【Appealer Elvis】

Driven by the power of corruption and filth, the mutilated corpse stood up, and the broken body was re-covered and connected by ferocious flesh and blood. Under the infection of this twisted and crazy power, it was impossible to get back the name of the hero in the past. , the scariest monster in the corrupt field.

His voice from the covered sarcomas can drive the staunchest of heroes mad.

With his limping, broken limbs, it only takes a few breaths to overtake the swiftest hunter.

With his crooked, bone-shattered arms and vines connecting his torso, he ripped through a warrior's armor with the ease of tearing paper.

As long as he stands on this earth, no force can shake his steps.

"How could... meet this thing here..."

Disma, who no longer cared about advancing cautiously, ran quickly, with cold sweat streaming down his forehead.

"Mr. Disma, what is going on?"

Being held in the arms of the hunter like a princess, Abigail, who was still a little unclear about the situation at the moment, asked with a puzzled face.

【Run away...】

In the distance, it seems that faint voices can be heard.

This voice cannot distinguish between men and women. If you listen carefully, there will be a weird feeling that seems to make you intoxicated.

【Run away...】

Even though the hunter and Disma were already running at full speed, they could still clearly hear the voice gradually approaching.

The appealing existence is approaching step by step.

"It's the Elvis you mentioned, little girl."

Turning his head, Disma smiled helplessly at Abigail and said.

"The most terrifying monster in the Corruption Field. It has been roaming around for thousands of years and no one has successfully conquered it. It is a terrifying nightmare that has killed countless heroes and hunters."

"We call this thing [Elvis the Appealer], because every time it approaches a living person, it can often be heard shouting [Run away] at a distance of several kilometers. It is said that it is because it He used to be a strong and righteous hero, so even if he died and turned into a monster, he didn't forget some instincts."

"However, once this thing really catches up with it, no one can survive. So far, all the teams that crusade against this existence have been wiped out. Although some teams that encountered unexpected encounters have people who survived successfully, that is because of Separate escapes and desperate delays are required to succeed."

While chasing quickly, the three of them were gradually able to see Tardiff's group who were still ignorant ahead.

If you don't tell them what happened and use them to stay behind, maybe these people on your side can survive. After all, the terrible caller doesn't have a strong desire to attack.As long as it kills a team, it may give up further pursuit. This is a lesson summed up by the blood of the predecessors.

It is impossible to run past that terrifying monster by running away. When encountering this thing in the wilderness, someone must survive, so that others may survive.

However, do you really want to do this?Keep this old friend who has always had a good relationship and even fought side by side as a bait?

Disma took a deep breath, gradually slowed down his pace, and finally stopped.

The hunter who was running beside him didn't know what was going on, but when he saw Disma stop, he stopped too.

"Hunter, Tardiff is actually not a bad character, but he is a bit rude to be straightforward. I will trust him with my life. Give him this bag, and he will understand. He is a trustworthy person. .”

Taking out the cloth bag containing the remains of his dead comrade-in-arms, Disma looked at the hunter beside him and spoke solemnly.

Yes, this idea of ​​living only for yourself is no longer needed.

From the day he decided to embark on a journey of redemption and repentance, Disma no longer needed such a method.

"Wow!"

"Uh?!"

Then, the hunter who came forward put Abigail in his arms into Disma's arms.

Subconsciously hugging the girl like a princess, Disma blinked, but before he understood what was going on, the hunter took off the saw knife and shotgun, turned around, and went directly to the girl. The rear strode over.

"Mr. Hunter!"

Exclaiming, Abigail subconsciously struggled to catch the departing hunter.

But the opponent's action is so fast, he has already run away in the blink of an eye

That's right, the hunter's ability to move is far stronger than Disma's. After a moment of hesitation, this man already understood that he could not catch up with him.

"……asshole."

Taking a deep breath, Disma hugged the girl in his arms, and ran with his back to the hunter in the next moment.

The cry of the girl, the sound of the hunter running, mixed with the murmur still ringing in the distance, and then gradually separated.

When the hunter stopped, he could no longer hear Abigail's crying voice.Surrounded by a quiet patch of grass, dilapidated, severely decayed house wrecks are piled up everywhere, the stone road is full of cracks, and many places are already messy.

The hunter with a huge sword on his back, a saw knife and a shotgun stood on the old pilgrim's road, looking forward calmly, listening to the murmuring voice gradually approaching.

【Run away...】

A voice drifted over, as if pleading.

[Run away——]

Urgent, sad, but for some reason, it seemed to make people intoxicated.

"Well……"

There seems to be something wrong with the body.

Before actually seeing each other, the hunter suddenly felt a strange pain.

The blood in the body seems to be boiling, as if it wants to break out of the body, the surrounding environment seems to be becoming more and more distorted and dark in the murmuring sound, and the shaking weeds seem to become entangled blood vessels. Wriggling and groaning, his thinking seemed to be collapsing bit by bit, as if he was about to fall into complete rage.

【Run away! 】

Containing a sense of terror, a singing-like voice seemed to ring in my ears.

Chill-

Then, it was the blood that really splattered.

The blood in the hunter's body condensed into sharp swords, which directly penetrated the flesh and internal organs, and pierced through the clothes.

The bloody swords pierced through the body one after another, while causing severe pain to the hunter, it seemed that there was something faintly wriggling stimulating his nerves, trying to completely tear the hunter's will into pieces.That obviously full of sadness, begging him to escape, as the distance continued to narrow, it turned into a terrifying temptation under the abyss, like sticky tentacles sticking out from the mud out, to completely drag the hunter into it.

Can't... hear its voice...

Stretching out his hand tremblingly, the hunter abruptly snapped off a blood sword that pierced his body.

The condensed blood wriggled in his hands, and these things seemed to be no longer the hunter's own blood, but something alive with a will of its own.

But the hunter held the bright red sharp blade tightly without any hesitation, and directly stabbed hard at one side of his ear.After the excruciating pain, the sound on one side was lost, and the hunter stabbed the blood sword at the ear on the other side with his backhand, until he couldn't hear any sound at all.

The whole world sank into silence at this moment.

Spread the last bit of grease left in the jar on the meat saw, and slam the blade to ignite a raging flame, and then swallow a filthy blood pill that Disma gave him, in order to avoid possible In some cases, he even took another anti-drug pill.

With a bunch of blood swords piercing his body, the hunter stood up unsteadily.

The filthy power was churning in his body, but his will became clearer at this moment.

The hunter felt as if he could already see the existence of the abyss, the boundless chaos of absolute madness and darkness.After taking the filthy blood pill, she stared at him as if getting closer to him, longing for him, and stretched out her hand to him.

Just step forward and embrace this boundless madness, and there will be no need to think or worry about anything anymore.

But the hunter just stared at the abyss in front of him indifferently, no matter how loud and terrifying the voice roared, he didn't listen; no matter how the twisted and deformed flesh surged, he didn't care.Even though it was only a short distance away, the chaotic darkness still couldn't envelop the hunter, and could only transmit the power to him bit by bit.

Is it because of this reason that Disma rejects the dirty blood pill?

The hunter raised his head calmly, looked into the distance, and finally a figure appeared.

Just at first glance, you probably think it's a pitiful beggar and beggar, right?

The legs are twisted and deformed, walking with a limp, and the hands are incomplete, as if they were crushed alive by heavy objects. What is even uglier is the face and neck covered by sarcoma, and there are many serious rots on the body traces, and traces of plant parasitism.

The man was wearing a costume similar to that of a priest or a monk, but it was torn and disfigured, and it was as dirty as if it had been fished out of a cesspit mud pit. Even from a long distance, he could still smell a stench. .

【Run away...】

The man's mouth opened slightly, as if he was speaking such a sentence.

However, the hunter who had already pierced both eardrums couldn't hear what the man was saying. He just heard the faint tremors from the ground. He continued to judge the situation without hearing, and he grasped his weapon and prepared to fight the opponent. preparation.

Even if the other party really looks like a deformed bad old man, as if there is no threat at all—

Boom!

Amidst the violent explosions, the surging tentacles and vines crossed a distance of more than ten meters, smashing a big hole in the rocky road.

The hunter's body slid violently, then rolled, and the erosive tentacles protruding from one side of the man's deformed arm waved over, directly smashing two or three buildings next to him, and in an instant, almost Swept to the ground.

【Run away...】

Obviously no longer able to hear anything, the hunter began to faintly hear the man's murmur.

The muttering like singing seemed to stimulate the blood flow in the body little by little.

The hunter realized that this was probably not a "sound" at all, but some kind of terrifying power from the spirit. No wonder it was impossible for ordinary people to defeat this terrifying monster, because as long as the melee combat lasted a little longer, people would have to fight with all their strength. crazy.No, before they got close to this monster, the sound could directly drive all the soldiers crazy, and they were even stabbed half to death because of the alienation of blood.

slam-la-

The instinctive warning made the hunter retreat abruptly.

The green-purple acid that fell from the sky and spewed out from the thin man's mouth splashed across a large area of ​​land. The hunter who was hiding aside looked up and saw that the hard rock on the ground was directly melted into mud by this thing.

Is this the main attack method of this thing?

Withdrawing a further distance, the hunter who decided to carefully observe the enemy's methods suddenly felt a little bad at the next moment.

The enemies not far away did not attack immediately after the hunter opened the distance, but stopped in place.

The hunter saw something.

Something dark, like some kind of mist, but with deep malice gathered on the man's chest.

Under the tattered clothes, on the squirming flesh and blood body, there seemed to be another human face, and at this moment, it opened a big mouth full of fangs.

【Run away! 】

boom----

The pitch-black beam of light that surged out penetrated the ruins of the building and the wilderness in the next moment, spreading for a distance of several kilometers in one breath.

Chapter 25: The Burner