Blood of the Hunting God

Not so! ! !

"No, do such a thing to Mister Hunter!"

Then, the girl who screamed with all her strength stretched out her hand at this moment.

hum-

Something was held in the girl's hand just like that.

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Can I only be the one to be protected?

Can I only be the one who depends on others?

It seems to be able to see the hunter walking with difficulty covered in blood.

Can I look at the hunter with peace of mind and endure such pain in order to protect myself?

It was as if he saw the hunter fell to the ground again, gradually losing his voice.

I can look at the hunter with peace of mind, and lose my life bearing in order to protect myself.

Subject to death?

no... no...

I... don't want to be like this...

She didn't want the hunter to get hurt.

She didn't want to see the hunter crumpled and crumpled.

She didn't want hunters to keep using death in exchange for the power to move on.

she knows

She has always known.

Hunter, in fact, will be painful.

When injured, the hunter doesn't really feel nothing.

On the contrary, the hunter's senses are far more sensitive than ordinary people. For ordinary people, it is only a weak stinging injury. For hunters, it is equivalent to a sharp needle directly piercing the body. , In the hunter's senses, it is like Ling Chi's terrifying torture.

But the hunter gladly accepted such directness, and faced severe injuries and deaths time and time again with a fearless attitude.

It is precisely because of the sharp senses that you can grasp the monster's actions more clearly, and it is easier to gain an advantage in hunting, and you can more clearly understand the damage caused by ordinary monsters to yourself, so as to analyze the opponent's attack methods and attack strength.

Abigail watched the hunter completely strip his sensibility from his body, as if his soul had been separated from his body, and stared indifferently at the pain the body was suffering.

Such a hunter makes the girl feel terrible, and also makes the girl feel sad.

Because she knew that in a normal environment, it was impossible to get out of someone with the character of a hunter.

And later, what I learned from the puppet lady, and what I saw from the hunter's incomplete memory fragments.Those things that the hunter couldn't save, the things that the hunter couldn't change despite his best efforts, and the scars that remained in the heart of the hunter because of this, until everything was forgotten, still could not be healed.

"I also want to stand beside Mr. Hunter."

Softly, the girl said her wish.

"I want to be Mister Hunter's strength."

"I want to be the strength to support Mister Hunter."

"It's no longer just relying on him, but being able to give him support."

"I hope that I will no longer just stand behind Mr. Hunter, but on his left and right sides, walking with him."

"I, hope... can become like this..."

The darkness seemed to dissipate slightly in front of my eyes.

It seemed to smell the smell of blood, which continued to spread around.

Opening his eyes, he saw the deep hall, which was completely covered by blood.

The fallen corpses were piled on top of each other, hideous and horrifying, twisted and lying in blood, some were still struggling, as if they hadn't completely died yet.

"here it is……"

He raised his head and saw a tall body.

Tall, distorted, like a horse and a person forcibly sewn together, the arms and hoofs are intertwined, and a head with mixed horse and human features grows deformed on the flesh and blood. There is also a head covered with dense eyeballs.

This terrifying thing that is enough to make people feel chilling, stands quietly at this moment, just watching Abigail below calmly.

"Excuse me, who are you?"

Blinking, for some reason, the girl, who had no sense of fear at all, greeted the tall figure and asked.

【Hello, cute girl, you can call me Ludwig】

Then, the monster really nodded slightly, and replied to Abigail's question.

"Mr. Ludwig, may I ask, is this the world in the hunter's memory?"

Abigail blinked, and asked again curiously.

【Yes, this is the dreamland that the great hunter once arrived at】

【And I am freed from the hand of the great hunter, a sinner who is no longer troubled by the nightmare of monsters】

A soft, somewhat gentle voice was uttered from the mouth of the monster that seemed to have nothing to do with gentleness at all.

A look of nostalgia appeared on the only face with human features remaining, but soon, the monster's eyes once again fixed on the petite Abigail below.

【You have the power similar to that great hunter, no matter how many nightmares you experience, you will never get lost in the darkness】

【The great hunter was murdered by the nameless evil god, he thought he could not save anyone and finally gave up the dream】

[But from the moment he decided to take over the throne, we have been asleep in his dream]

【Son, if you can meet me here, it proves that the great hunter has already remembered part of the past related to me】

Stretching out its deformed arm, the monster gently patted Abigail's little head.

[When the memories are gradually retrieved, the phantom we should have lost in the nightmare will become clearer and clearer]

[One day, as the hunter truly regains his power, we will be able to get real relief, get rid of this curse, and live on as human beings]

[But before that, he still has a way too long, a way too long...full of sacrifice and helplessness...a sad road]

【Please be by his side and give him the strength to move on】

【Take my power, if it is you, no matter how dark the night is, you can make this moonlight become the power of the great hunter】

light.

Dark green in color, exuding soft light.

reach out, and the

What he held was the great sword engraved with beautiful patterns.

It was obviously a sword blade that was almost as big as his whole body, but it seemed to be weightless and could be easily held in his hand.

"road……"

When he was about to say something more, the phantom had already quietly dissipated.

In the endless darkness, only those mocking and crazy laughter remained, and the flesh and blood gradually approaching, filling all corners of sight, pretending to be the sustenance house where he lived for many days, Pretending to be kind-hearted Aunt Linda and such a lively child, turning into a nightmare trying to corrupt her will.

And all of this has come to an end.

"I will not hide behind the hunter, nor will I be afraid of the darkness that strikes."

Taking a deep breath, the girl's expression became more determined at this moment.

"My past, if those phantom pictures are real, if I did commit a crime, I will take it seriously and never escape."

"And you, the guy who hides in this nightmare, only hides in a safe place to torture others."

"I will never let a guy like you continue."

The tall girl who raised the big sword in her hand slammed forward at the next moment.

The moonlight swayed out suddenly at the next moment, sweeping a distance of tens of meters with the burst of light.

The pitch-black nightmare was torn apart at this moment, and a gap was forcibly cut by the girl with the blade in her hand.

Then in the next moment—

"Ah ah!"

Abigail, who accidentally lost her balance, fell on the ground, and was driven by the strength of the sword to lie on the ground.

Although the weight of this weapon itself can actively adapt to the strength of its own body to the point that it is almost as light as a feather, but judging from the strength of the swing, it is probably quite powerful if it really hits someone. .And even if Abigail was able to lift the sword regardless of the weight for some unknown reason, with the strength of the swing when launching the attack, the girl would still be unable to grasp the power of the big sword and be prone to imbalance Phenomenon.

click - click -

In the gradually fragmented world intertwined with black and white, the girl raised her head and seemed to be able to see a pair of eyes staring at herself at the end of the dissipating darkness.

Then, the phantom nightmare came to an abrupt end.

"what……"

The feeling of heaviness and weakness in the body made the girl cry out in pain at this moment.

It's like I haven't moved my body for quite a long time, so my whole body feels stiff, and it's hard to even sit up from the bed.

It was at this moment that Abigail looked around and found herself lying on a bed in the house she shared with the hunter, where she usually rested.

It's like another cycle has started.

No, this time is different.

The girl saw the difference this time, and realized that she should have returned to the real world.

The sky outside was completely dark.

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"As a result, the whole castle is empty?"

Disma, who let out a long breath, covered his forehead at this moment, and seemed a little uncontrollable.

"Calm down, didn't that underground thing say that as long as we kill this king, it will give us something?"

Tardiff patted Disma on the shoulder, reassuring him to prevent the man from being too stressed.

"If the king hadn't been weakened after being dead for too long, I'm afraid the four of us might not be able to get rid of him."

Solal, who recovered everyone's injuries through the miraculous power called [Sunshine Healing], looked at the corpse of the martyred king who had completely dissipated and said with a sigh.

Then, Solar suddenly noticed that the hunter seemed to be standing beside the disappeared king, as if he was staring at something in his hand.

"Mr. Hunter, have you found anything?"

Solal asked curiously.

Turning around, the hunter revealed what he was holding at this moment.

The white thing, mixed with a little black color, was quietly burning like a flame, and there were only a few tiny remnants left, just like that lying in the hunter's palm.

"The power of the soul, Mr. Hunter, are you a warlock?"

After a short period of shock and shock, Solal couldn't help asking.

What is a warlock?Can you shoot back?

The hunter, who was taken aback by Solal's question, subconsciously thought in his heart.

"Well, it looks like you don't know it, that is to say, you are born with such power? Hahaha, Mr. Hunter, you are really more and more admirable."

Saying so, Solal took a few steps forward, looking at the hunter with a solemn expression.

"The so-called soul is the crystallization of power remaining after the death of the body."

"Under normal circumstances, we think that after the death of a living being, the power in its body will be lost, and it will turn into an invisible echo and dissipate in the heaven and earth."

"But occasionally, some extremely powerful existences, some existences that can be called great heroes, after their death, their residual power far exceeds that of ordinary people, so they will not dissipate directly, but will gather together