Blood of the Hunting God

a figure.

a voice.

an answer.

[The light of the blade becomes brighter at this moment]

[The darkness begins to gradually dissipate]

I am broken.

But I still remember my answer.

The answer is I would.

Chapter 180: Stop Fighting

puff- puff-

The hunter could hear the beating of the foul heart.

The fantasy has already fallen into a broken state, and more and more cracks are appearing in the darkness that seems to spread infinitely.

The light is spreading irresistibly, and those indistinguishable spots of light are revealed from the cracks in the darkness, illuminating this pitch-black world.The faint light made the hunter feel a little déjà vu, which seemed to be the same as the light emanating from the giant sword in his hand.

Those floating fragments shook violently at this moment, constantly rotating and moving in mid-air, as if wrapped in an invisible storm, being swept away and carrying out large-scale activities non-stop.

puff-

That filthy heart was beating more and more violently.

puff-

In the dark world where the fragments continued to spread, the heartbeat became more and more violent.

At this moment, the dark colors interweave again, condense once again, and turn into huge arms. With an incomparably huge posture, they are forcibly gathered in this increasingly fragmented world, and gather together into deformed and twisted shapes. shape.

It's the last moment.

The hunter is clearly aware of this at this moment.

Those chaotic and broken pictures and sounds, those distorted memories that are difficult to distinguish are being pieced together bit by bit, gradually recovering towards the original complete posture.

This twisted nightmare is nearing its moment of destruction.

The chaotic and crazy dark power that originally maintained all of this has gradually lost its sustaining power from the root.

It's the last moment.

Watching the cracks that are still spreading around.

Watching the light gradually spread from the crack.

Staring at the fragmented things that are gradually pieced together as they move.

The hunter could already feel the growing tremor in the darkness under his feet at this moment.

whoosh-

the next moment

Invading violently from above.

The body had already reacted before the sound came, and the hunter suddenly dodged sideways, moving a long distance in the shattered darkness.

At this moment, the twisted and wriggling pitch-black thing kept turning and changing, and a ferocious face was revealed from it. The dark thing full of evil thoughts and resentment opened its pitch-black fangs, and ruthlessly rushed at the hunter in a frantic posture. In the midst of constant collapse and reunion, it rushed forward.

At this moment, the giant sword that was glowing with light was lifted up by the hunter.

puff-

The violently trembling voice of the filthy heart was still getting more intense along with the shattered darkness.

Light and shadow collided and tore apart in an instant.

Holding up the huge sword blade in his hand, and exerting force on his feet, the hunter pierced forward fiercely like this, piercing through this crazy remnant in one breath, splitting it in two from the middle, and cutting it abruptly into two pieces. two halves.

The shattered darkness gathers together again, there is no sound, but it seems to be able to hear the sound of the crazy roar, the sound of the twisted thing that is about to die, but refuses to accept its own fate and struggles furiously.

turn around.

The giant sword in his hand swung out again.

The dark things came attacking swiftly, and the swords of the hunters collided with each other.

puff-

The filthy heart trembled again, covering up the violent and spreading sound of the shock after the collision.

The light is becoming more and more blazing, gradually becoming brighter from dim little glimmers, just like the rising sun when the dawn is about to end.

The hunter's figure retreated backward one after another, blood dripped from his body, dripping into the darkness.The continuous battles not only oppressed the hunter mentally, the body that was deep in the dream had also gradually become weak and powerless in the difficult battles.

In the previous battle with this dark and filthy heart, the body has already suffered serious injuries, especially the severe burden on the body brought about by multiple resurrections, which made every nerve in the hunter's body tremble violently. trembling.

It's just that now is not the time to fall down.

Stabbing the giant sword in his hand on the dark and broken ground, the hunter reached out and wiped the blood dripping from his forehead, which partially blocked his vision, and then once again faced the front, the dark thing that was attacking him madly. .

puff-

The dark congregation was severed by the greatsword in the hunter's hand.

puff-

The sprawling limbs were amputated by the hunter's sweeping movement of the sword.

puff-

The darkness that is constantly gathering is constantly being torn apart by the hunters.

Step out.

The hunter's figure crossed a distance of tens of meters in an instant.

The glimmer of light on the giant sword spread all the way, tearing, tearing apart a large piece of twisted darkness.

Sweep, chop, cut, crush.

Every attack is constantly smashing these sources of filth further.

The blood flew with the hunter's swing, and scattered to the surroundings. The pain and weakness in the body were eroding himself more and more, but it couldn't stop the hunter from being more swift, more ferocious and violent at this moment.

puff- puff-

The beating of that filthy heart has almost lost its rhythm and frequency at this moment, and it has completely fallen into chaos.

The cracks in the darkness stretched bigger and bigger and grew more and more.

That light became bright and sacred at this moment.

It was as if the sun had already risen behind the hunter, shining on his way forward and his body.

In such a brilliant light, the hunter raised the huge sword in his hand, raised the radiant sword that was already as bright as the sun, and slashed down fiercely again.

The dark things that were reluctantly trying to gather were completely shattered at this moment, and dissipated amidst silent wailing.

puff-

And in the shattered black world, the beating filthy heart has already revealed its existence in front of the hunter.

Take another step.

Sprint forward violently.

The distance is crossed in an instant.

The last dark thing that exhausted its madness condensed countless arms and stretched out towards the hunter, completely surrounding him in all directions.

The hunter just stretched out the blade in his hand without distraction.

towards the front.

Towards the end of darkness.

Just like that, the final blow came out.

penetrate.

run through.

The hunter stabbed the weapon completely into the darkness.

And those deformed arms completely stopped moving in an instant.

puff-

There was a gradually faint beating sound in the ears.

puff-

Gradually small tremors sounded in the ears.

poof...

The voice heard by the ears gradually returned to silence at this moment.

The darkness in front of the hunter's eyes was completely shattered and dissipated in the light.

And the root of the filthy heart, at this time, completely stopped beating.

【Dirty Heart】

【Pause】

Chapter 180 Six: The Moment of Fighting

How is the situation of Mr. Hunter now?

Abigail looked at the huge flower bud that was completely wrapped up, and couldn't help but sweat from the bottom of her heart.

Presumably, it has arrived

Pretty important, right?

It can be vaguely felt that some kind of change is taking place in the surrounding filthy power.

Some kind of thing gradually spread out from this place, from the bud, and spread bit by bit, spreading to the entire Lost Cave, spreading to the entire Garden of the Old Gods, as well as the forest of curses outside, and even the vast On the field of corruption, a certain change that penetrates into the filth.

Filth, is gradually weakening its existence fundamentally.

Mr. Hunter, it must be the most critical moment, the critical moment to eliminate the filthy heart.

At this moment, Abigail clearly realized this.

Therefore, the last hunters who can still move, the last combat power, what they have to do here is very simple.

That is to prevent the thing in front of you from touching the flower bud that encloses the remains of the hunter and the half-god monster, and stop this terrifying figure here at all costs until the end comes.

This... was cut off by Mr. Hunter, but it did not die, but was reassembled and transformed into an even more deformed, filthy and profane thing.

"It has to be kept."

The girl muttered to herself at this moment.

"Of course there is no problem. We have reached this point, but there is no reason to fail."

Disma, who stood at the forefront, had a confident smile on his face.

Andre had already clenched the hammer in his hand, while Alhazred had raised the skull candlestick in his hand with a serious expression.

The smell of corruption is still permeating.

And in front of the last four people, among the collapsed stone pillars, the black filth slowly showed its own posture.

The original flesh and blood limbs have almost completely disappeared, and what is left is nothing but shapeless black things.

That seems to be some kind of airflow?

That seems to be some kind of liquid?

It seems that it is something solidified?

Completely dark, with no other colors except black, lost the sense of layering of the body, it seems to be just a mass of black things presented in the appearance similar to human limbs, torso and head, it is indescribable Grotesque.