Blood of the Hunting God

They, or are they?Just lying there, breathing, wriggling, lying here all the time.

"..."

The hunter was speechless, not because he was used to keeping silent, but even if he was asked to speak, he was also speechless.

"……What is this."

Tardiff was also silent, but the bounty hunter's temper made him gnash his teeth, and finally asked the question he knew well.

"Joseph, Erica, and Marko, those are their names."

Marman, who was standing next to one of the pieces of meat, replied calmly.

"Ha, you, you remember their names very clearly..."

Even a vulgar and free-spirited person like Tardiff was a little confused at this moment and couldn't organize the logic of his words.

"I remember the names of everyone lying here."

Then, I got an answer from Marman who was still calm, as if without any emotion.

"I fuck your mother—"

Clenching his fists and roaring furiously like a lion, it was Tardiff who rushed towards Marman.

thump—

In the heavy voice, it wasn't the sound of Marman being hit, but the hunter stepped forward and caught the punch from Tardiff.

"..."

The still silent hunter just raised his head and stared at Marman.

He was waiting for the other party's explanation.

Waiting for Mallman to give an explanation for why he survived today.

"When the initial hunter system was established, even the toughest hunters who had undergone a lot of breeding, the sacrifice of each hunting was extremely heavy."

Stretching out his hand, he lightly touched a metal pipe connected to the piece of meat, and Malman's voice seemed somewhat reminiscent.

"At that time, the casualties were much more severe than now. Our power is too weak compared to the filth, and the gods we believe in today will not give us much power."

"We must think of a solution, even if it is to increase the combat effectiveness of the hunters from the most subtle place, so as to increase our hope of survival."

"The production of blessing oil has been put on the agenda since then. We have successfully created oil that can cause great damage to monsters, but the price is very heavy."

"The grease with the blessing power of the ruler of the starry sky requires pure children to voluntarily dedicate themselves to infuse the power of the Star God to produce the blessed grease that can help hunters."

"The initial blessing oil was in short supply. That's because we didn't have a way to keep the child alive. After injecting power, we could only produce oil for about two to three days, and then the child would die. For this reason, the church had to try to deal with orphans. The academy produces dedicated children, but that is not enough in the heat of the hunt, and the death of a large number of children is destroying our future, which must not be allowed to go on."

"In order to improve this technology, we have spent three generations of hard work, and the technology has reached maturity in my generation."

"As you can see, these three children are alive and will live for a long, long time."

"They can produce a certain amount of blessed oil every day to provide to hunters."

"The sacrifice they made has allowed many more people to survive."

"And as you can see, their fate stops here and cannot be changed. After being changed into what they are now, they can live for another five years. This is the limit we can achieve today."

Marman raised his head.

He stared at the darkness on the ceiling, and raised the burning stone lamp in his hand to try to illuminate it, but there was always darkness that lingered.

There wasn't a hint of tremor in his voice, not like when he used to know about it, not like in the past.

He just spoke calmly, calmly telling the hunters who came here what the truth is.

"Blessing... Grease..."

Tardiff's hands and feet trembled.

"..."

The hunter held the meat saw tightly and walked towards Marman step by step.

Footsteps sounded at this moment, and one after another, the fighting nuns held maces and heavy hammers, protecting Malman with serious expressions.

The scene suddenly became chilling, and the two sides faced each other at this moment, and each other's evil spirit seemed to freeze the whole room.

"Gr...hm..."

Then, there was a sound like bubbling, from a piece of meat on a bed frame.

"Erica's stomach is hungry, serve today's food first."

Malman gave the order calmly, a battle nun nodded and then left, scooped a bowl of disgusting-looking slime from the thick cauldron at the corner, poured it into the entrance of a pipe, and poured it into the flesh of this person in a connecting channel above the block.

"I had guessed what that grease was, but I didn't expect you to be so mad, what the hell am I..."

Tardiff couldn't even swear.

"We will only choose terminally ill children whose time is running out, and everyone will be informed of the result in advance, and those who are not willing will be erased and put back, and only those who are voluntary will take the ritual."

Malman replied indifferently.

"Fart your mother, what does such a small child know! Just a few words of inducement will send me out for the rest of my life!"

The bounty hunter's roar at this moment was full of anger.

"They don't have the second half of their lives, and none of the selected children can live for another month."

Malman shook his head.

"So you are still doing good deeds, and I should thank you for letting a child like this live a few more years?!"

"I have no choice. All the children of the battle nuns have been used in sacrifice ceremonies, and the production body of the blessed oil cannot choose newborns, but can only choose among children between the ages of seven or eight to twelve or thirteen. It's the truth."

"I'm going to fuck you, why don't you turn yourself into this ghost!"

"If I could, I'd do it."

"you……"

Tardiff's anger suddenly couldn't vent in front of Malman's serious response.

"If I can become a producer, I will definitely make myself one of them."

There is no hypocrisy, no pretense, only absolute sincerity.

"As long as I can meet the requirements, I will do so."

The priest named Marman responded to Tardif's anger in this way.

"..."

Everything fell silent again.

The chilling atmosphere gradually subsided, and the pervasive evil spirit dissipated.

Tardiff wanted to raise the hand holding the throwing knife several times, but in the end he could only put it back.The silent hunter put the meat saw back on his waist, and looked at the children lying on the bed again, who seemed to have no function other than breathing, eating and excreting, and he took out his own to buy it. Not long after, the bottle containing the blessing oil, looking at the yellow oil mixed with blood, the light in his eyes gradually dimmed.

"We're arguing here...they...can you hear me?"

In the hoarse voice, it was the hunter who raised his head and asked.

"The ritual procedure requires that the sensory organs and superficial nerves must be stripped away, and they will not hear anything."

Malman closed his eyes and answered the hunter.

"……it is good."

Hunter nodded.

"..."

The hunter wanted to say something more, but couldn't find anything to say.

"..."

The hunter was silent again, again.

Chapter 73: Determination to Kill God

When he returned to the sustenance house, Disma had already equipped all the equipment and supplies that needed to be brought.

Neither the hunter nor Tardif spoke when they walked into the house. The hunter remained silent as always, but Tardif was rare, silent like the hunter.

"Mr. Hunter, what happened?"

Abigail, who was helping to wash the vegetables in the kitchen, came out after hearing someone coming back.After seeing the hunter, she was keenly aware that the other party was in a bad mood, so she quickly wiped the ashes off her face and ran forward to ask concerned.

Obviously, I just said I was going to buy something before, why did it become like this when I came back?

The little girl's face was full of worry.

"..."

The hunter who seemed to want to say something, but fell silent in the end, stretched out his hand and gently touched the little girl's head.

The surrounding children also sensed that the returning hunter and Tardif were in a bad mood, and surrounded them timidly.And looking at these children, the hunter couldn't help but think of the three living pieces of flesh lying on the bed in the underground facility of the church.

Those things were made with such lovely children.

"..."

The hunter, who could not speak anything, walked away from the children, went up the stairs, and returned to his room.

But immediately, Abigail, who had been following behind, immediately opened the door and came in.

"Mr. Hunter, did you really encounter something bad?"

Abigail trotted up to him, stretched out his hand, and held the palm of the silent hunter standing by the window.

Although I don't know exactly what happened, but if Mr. Hunter can show such a state, it must be because he saw some irreparable tragedy like recalling Father Gascoigne's family before, right?

"...I'm fine."

A slightly hoarse, exhausted voice.

The hunter sat down in the chair, and Abigail stepped forward and hugged him gently.

If she doesn't want to say it, the girl will not force her to ask.

She just hugged the hunter gently, letting him know that no matter how sad things were, she would accompany him through them.

For the little girl who is not frank, this is the most sincere and silent answer she can make at this moment.

Closing his eyes, the hunter also reached out and hugged Abigail.

This hug lasted for a short, seemingly extraordinarily long time of more than ten seconds, and then the hunter let go first.

"Tomorrow... I will leave and go hunting."

The hunter who said this looked at Abigail with calm eyes.

"Yes...Mr. Disma said, is it over there in Lusay City?"

"That is to say, Mr. Hunter wants to take the lantern away, won't he take me?"

Abigail understood what the hunter meant.

The ruined city of Luce, outside the fields of corruption, is now

Disma's only chance to find [Goddess' Blessing] is his only choice if he wants to save Blanca, who is running out of time.And this time the hunter and Tardif will set off with Disma, which is something everyone knows well.

Want to let Mr. Hunter bring himself.

Abigail, who lowered her head, really wanted to say this.

But no, this is not allowed, she knows very well that she will only be a drag if she has no combat power.

Moreover, it was such an extremely dangerous operation, even more dangerous than crossing the old pilgrim road from Fengrao Town to Xingkong Town. In a sense, it was not too different from meeting Elvis.In this situation, bringing an underage girl without any combat power, not to mention whether the hunter is willing or not, even the guards going to the gate of the dead cannot let her go.

In other words, this time, we will be separated from Mr. Hunter for a while.

Slightly, some bitter feeling.

Obviously just now, he wanted to comfort Mr. Hunter so that he would not continue to feel sad, but now, he became sad instead.

There was a tactile sensation in his head, and it was the hunter who sensed that Abigail was in a bad mood, and gently touched her hair to comfort the girl.

"Mr. Hunter, please return safely."