Blood of the Hunting God

And without anesthesia.

Looking at the "surgical method" of digging out the flesh from the leg before continuing to treat and heal, Hunter's expression is a little bit wrong.

Although he saw it before in Blue Lake Town, he still wanted to ask, is this really an operation rather than a punishment?

Look at Sierra and Bartley who are queuing up for surgery at the back, their faces are already green now.

And at this time, Reginald, who was slightly injured, found Alhazred, who was still writing some experience by candlelight, and expressed the hope that the other party would help him to treat him.

"I just have some scratches. It's not a big problem. I don't want those two doctors to come. Please help me treat it. I heard that your healing skills are very powerful."

Reginold looked at the mystic scholar in front of him and said with a smile.

"...My healing technique? Uh, well, sometimes my technique may have some problems, why don't you find someone else?"

Alhazred showed a somewhat complicated expression, thought for a while and refused with a forced smile.

"Hey, it's okay, it's okay, you can just cure it, I have rough skin and thick flesh, so it's possible that you will put me to death here?"

Reginald smiled, expressing that he didn't care and just wanted to give it a try.

"Okay, since you said so."

Holding up the skeleton candlestick, Alhazred's pupils turned scarlet in the chaotic flames.

Unreasonable ancient mantras were chanted from his mouth, and a dark red strange light lingered around him.

Some kind of power gathered in him and began to operate according to his will.

Then, the mystic scholar raised the candlestick high, and turned the skull's eyes in the direction of Reginald.

It was also at this moment that the ancient incantation also ended, leaving only the last words that Reginold could understand.

[Fate reconstruction! 】

The next moment, that force descended on Reginald.

The incomparably warm, soft, gently caressed body, that wonderful——

"puff!!!"

Reginald squatted down suddenly, and spat out a mouthful of blood.

That wonderful feeling only lasted for a moment, and then it turned into an indescribably terrible sensation, and then actually actually caused some kind of harm to him, bringing unimaginable severe pain to his body.

"This thing...cough cough, what's going on..."

Reginald, who vomited several mouthfuls of blood in succession, and his whole spirit became sluggish, had an expression of disbelief.

Obviously he is receiving treatment, right?

What I felt just now is also the effect of treatment, right?

Why does it feel completely different after treatment! ?

Moreover, this feeling came from the body, the scratches and scratches I suffered at the beginning have not healed at all, not only that, but there is also obvious bleeding in my internal organs.After working on this technique for a long time, not only did it not bring him any recovery, but it also made his injury more serious? ? ?

The hunter's face was already filled with greetings at this moment.

"Well, it seems that this time it failed. I warned you."

As for the mysterious scholar Alhazred himself, this is not the first time he has used healing techniques to hurt his teammates. He just sighed and showed such an expression on his face.

Chapter 91: To the gate

The next day came quickly.

The moonlight rises from the sky in the morning, illuminating the earth again.

The darkness is temporarily driven away, although only temporarily.

The hunters are already geared up and ready to go.

Departure, preparations for the gate.

"Finally, we are about to reach the end of the corrupt field, the root of this twisted place, the cursed forest."

Alhazred sighed softly, and there seemed to be something restrained in his eyes.

The ancient times that have been lost, those secrets that no one knows, will be revealed in the eyes of my mystic scholar.

At that time, what kind of secret will I see?What kind of beautiful or terrifying things will appear in front of my eyes.

Ah, just imagining the arrival of that moment makes people feel irrepressible satisfaction.

In a corner where no one could see, Alhazred lowered his head and laughed silently. As a occultist, the exploration instinct, or the death instinct is more appropriate. In short, he has already begun to become agitated. I just want to turn into a bird and fly to the gate of the Cursed Forest, and plunge in to see what's inside.

However, as a logistics team, there is a high probability that my side will not be able to reach the gate first. After all, it is not a safe place, but a dangerous area where monsters are suppressed. Therefore, powerful hunters must go there first. After the troubles there are resolved, the hunters can enter it.

And after stepping into the cursed forest, stepping into that cursed land, a more terrifying danger than before is about to really come.

This is not a joking statement. To be honest, in the eyes of mystic scholars, the adventures of the hunters in the corrupt wilderness for more than a month are not dangerous at all. After all, more than 60 people have traveled so far There were only four people killed in battle, and all of them were from the right rear team, the team that had endured a lot of danger, and took the initiative to go deep into the dangerous area.Other than that, there were really no casualties. Such a situation, for such a dangerous journey as Hunting God, is undoubtedly a completely mismatched battle loss ratio.

However, it is quite normal for such a situation to occur, because many of the truly dangerous things are not in the Corruption Field, but in the Cursed Forest.

This huge forest is shrouded by a strange force called [Sealing Fog]. No one can enter it, and nothing can leave it. Therefore, those truly dangerous things will be locked in forever. Inside, those horrible monsters and twisted dark existences have been staying in the cage of the Cursed Forest, no matter what method is used, there is no way to get them out.

Therefore, after actually entering this forest, the mystic scholar can only say that he will try his best to protect those around him who he can protect.But in such a situation, I am afraid that many times, he can only say that there is nothing he can do to help.

I hope everyone else is ready to face the crisis in there, this is not a joke

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Mystic scholars who think in this way don't worry too much about this issue.

At the same time, the leader of the hunter team, Disma, who hadn't slept well, yawned and moved his body to stretch his lumbar spine.

Tardiff warmed up a bit, and then he took his hatchet and hooked the lock and was ready to go.As for William, he was grooming his hound. It could be seen that the hound named Fergus liked this feeling very much.

The hunter stood outside the temporary camp, looking towards the distance of the hills.

On the side of the hill, the dense fog can be clearly seen, wrapping a large forest without leaving any gaps.

This fog called [Sealing Fog] is said to have the power of gods in it, so no matter what method is used, there is no way to destroy it.The only thing that can go in and out is the gate called [Pilgrim's Gate].

There is a powerful filthy monster sealed on that gate. A once-goddess knight was voluntarily killed by his companions after being infected, and sealed on the gate with his own flesh and soul. Only by killing it can he temporarily Open the door to enter the gate.

The reason for adopting such tragic measures seems to be for some kind of screening, some kind of forced screening.

The hunter remembered what he saw yesterday, the memory of the unknown swordsman, and couldn't help but frowned and lowered his head to think again.

game... gamble...

In the incomplete memory of the goddess knight, the hunter saw some interesting content.

Above the starry sky... is the source of the filth related to the three gods of the starry sky?What the hell does this happen?Could it be that the current tragic situation in this world is actually a situation deliberately created by the three gods of the starry sky from beginning to end?

And what is the situation inside this so-called cursed forest shrouded in mist?

More and more doubts made the hunter feel a little headache.

He was not a person who was good at thinking. Now that he was facing more and more confusing situations, he really didn't know what to do.

In addition, he is also not good at explaining the situation, so that even if he wants to find someone to talk about what he knows, or let everyone use his imagination together, there is no way for the hunter, so the hunter can't help but feel even more depressed.

It's just that, no matter what, we still have to enter the forest in the end.

Even if there are thousands of questions, I must first enter this cursed forest.

So, now, don't think so much for the time being.

"Let's go, let's go."

Just at this time, Disma yelled at the others, and a group of people set foot on the road and marched on this green hill.

Different from the rugged and rocky terrain of the Kamasa Hills, the slopes of the hills here are much gentler, and the main external composition is basically mud, and there are no overgrown weeds growing and distributing. The environment can be said to be much better.

The hunter walked at the forefront of the team, across the high and low slopes, from one mountain to another.On one side, you can see the dirty water of the Black Lake, and on the other side, you can see the mist that wraps the cursed forest.For some reason, the hunter suddenly thought of something like a bridge.

There were no dangers during this journey, and even a few monsters were rarely seen along the way, so that many hunter teams started to chat boringly at the end.

And the hunter who had been at the forefront of the team, after crossing a hillside again, finally saw something different.

The hills were cut off in front, extending out into a plain.

The lush grassland is also interrupted, and you can see a large piece of cracked ground, which looks similar to the layout of the Pilgrim's Road, but compared to the part of the Pilgrim's Road in the corrupt wilderness, here The preserved ones are obviously better.

In the distance, you can see that the area where the road spreads out has been covered by the black lake, completely covering it and making it impossible to pass.

However, these are not the point.

The hunter was silent, turning his gaze in another direction.

Diffuse, enveloping mass of fog.

And in the mist, there is an extremely huge black heavy metal gate that looks to be 30 meters high.

And above the gate, one is completely locked in place by countless chains extending from the gate, part of the body has been integrated with the gate, one is ugly and deformed, it seems that the whole body has rotted, most of it All that remains of the body is the skeleton, and at this moment it seems to be a huge monster resting and sleeping with its head hanging down.

Has it finally arrived?

The only entrance to the Cursed Forest.

Pilgrim's Gate!

The hunter's eyes were like burning flames at this moment.

Chapter 92: 【The Hated Sealed Skeletal Beast】

Slowly, walking down the hilly slope.

The hunter calmly stared at the approaching gate in front of him, and adjusted his breathing bit by bit as he moved forward.

On the black door, the skeletal beast that was locked by chains still just fell on the ground, the lower half of its body was completely connected to the door.

Fused into one, the upper body has completely dissimilated into a beast-like shape, turning into a bloody monster with sharp claws.

The hunters did not get close to this abominable monster, and the hunter left the lantern beside Disma and the others. He just walked towards the monster with three weapons: a saw knife, a cane, and a broken giant sword.

Between the roads, more or less weeds can be seen.

Occasionally, one or two white flowers can be seen, most of which are already withered, and even if some are still open, they are also languid.

If these flowers can bloom properly, if they can be connected together, maybe they should be very beautiful, right?

It's a pity that in such a twisted and filthy place, the desire for nothing more than this is no different from luxury.The power of filth does not distinguish between plants and animals. In places where the power of filth spreads, it is almost impossible for normal vegetation to grow. Only poisonous weeds completely covered in poison and poisonous trees covered with tumors can survive.It's not even appropriate to describe it as survival, because the parts of the vegetation that are living things are basically equivalent to death, and only the tumors and highly poisonous parts that are purely occupied by filthy forces can be regarded as alive.

And this is the characteristic of filth, destroying everything, destroying everything, leaving only itself, leaving only countless crazy monsters.

A thing to be feared and hated that does nothing but destroy.

thing……

Hunter couldn't find any other words to describe this thing.

tread--

The footsteps moved, and slowly moved to the front of the gate.

Gradually, the distance to that huge skeleton monster became closer and closer.

Already able to smell the extremely foul, uncomfortable turbid smell coming from the other party.

The hunter stopped at a distance of about ten meters in front of the giant skeleton beast that was lying on the ground, and looked at this huge monster.

Then, he spoke calmly.

"I... want to pass through here..."

A hoarse, slightly uncomfortable voice.

The hunter didn't know why his voice had such a strange feeling, as if he hadn't spoken for hundreds of years and his throat was about to be broken.However, he really doesn't like talking very much. When he has a choice, he generally prefers to communicate with fists, kicks, knives and guns.

However, here, when facing these former goddess knights.

More or less, Hunter still decided to come up with a slightly different attitude.

click - click -

The hunter's words seemed to be some kind of switch, causing the skeleton monster that was lying on the ground to move slowly.

The huge body gradually stood up, and gradually supported.