Blood of the Hunting God

"I can understand this kind of thinking, after all, it is indeed too powerful."

"However, this is the town of humans, and this is the land we live in."

"This place is isolated from the filthy power support of the corrupt field. That monster set foot on our territory for the first time and entered our home field."

"Maybe we won't be able to win it in the place where the wilderness of corruption is full of poisonous swamps, but I don't think that monster is invincible. This town is its grave."

"For this, I need your strength, Mister Hunter."

Marman, who maintained a calm tone from the beginning to the end, stared at the hunter with unwavering eyes, without a trace of dodge from beginning to end.

Chapter 130 Three: [Appealer Elvis]

Oh.

Elvis!

kind elvis

That is the suffering of the ancient gods

Master

That is the priest who walks the earth

Oh.

Elvis!

kind elvis

he walks in pain

He calls out in the decaying field

He led the surviving people out of this cursed land

He returned to the field alone in that curse

Oh.

Elvis!

kind elvis

Now he has lost himself

Now he wanders in the wilderness

Today he is still repeating the call of the past

Oh.

Elvis!

kind elvis

If you hear that sad cry in the field

That's when you should flee

If you see that hideous figure in the filth

That's when you're on the verge of hell

If you touch the terrible darkness in your life

That's the last moment of your life

Oh.

Elvis,

That good Elvis!

that has drowned in blood and flesh

Elvis who will never wake up again!

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"What... is this singing?"

On a flat ground outside Xingkong Town, Abigail helped the hunters to help several injured children into the car. Although she wanted to return to the town, Abigail was forced to stop at the request of the hunters around. Er himself had to get in the car, and left the town with everyone in the evacuation car.

Are you going to stay away from the hunter again and let him fight alone in a dangerous place?

While thinking this way, Abigail heard the soft humming of one of the children, and couldn't help but turned her head and asked in a low voice.

"It's the song sung by the hunter heroes."

The somewhat dirty child spoke softly.

"I know that, it's a very, very scary big monster!"

"Hmm, Elvis the Caller, a terrifying nightmare that even the great heroes can't match, a horror that can only be fled from, is a terrible monster that no one can face."

"Mom and Dad sometimes like to use this name to scare me."

The children chattered and chattered, as if they wanted to use this method to dispel the fear and panic in their hearts.

Abigail listened to what they said, but subconsciously clenched her fists. She thought of something and looked towards the direction of the town. At this moment, the fire still hadn't dissipated, and there were some horrible sounds in the town from time to time. It rang, and I didn't know what was going on.

"Elvis the Caller is indeed a very terrifying monster, but...he was also a hero, not a monster..."

On the side of the carriage, an old man's voice sounded faintly.

The children turned their heads to look at the old man curiously, and Abigail, who was a little restless, looked over subconsciously.And the old man with all white hair, wrinkled and bruised face, sitting on the side of the carriage just sighed softly, as if recalling something long ago.

"Just like the song said, the kind Elvis, at the moment when the filth spread, led the surviving people to flee the wilderness and saved countless lives."

"Corrupted by filth, destined to turn into a twisted monster, he returned to the wilderness alone." Yes, he is a great hero, and he has great power, so he cannot die easily.Therefore, in order not to make himself a disaster, he cut off his limbs, gouged out his eyes, and cut his own throat, trying to make himself lose the ability to be a disaster. "

"But this hero is still too powerful after all. Just a mutilated corpse, he has already surpassed the gatekeepers of the decaying old gods."

"However, even if he has been completely decayed into a twisted monster, Elvis, he still has something left..."

The old man, who seemed to have thought of something, looked at the burning town not far away with some emotion at this moment.

"Does it remain?"

Recalling the "run away" words she heard when she encountered that terrifying existence in the wilderness, Abigail murmured to herself in a low voice.

Even though he has completely turned into a monster, he still tries hard to warn the hunters to stay away from him.

However, the hunter was killed by that thing once.

Abigail is very aware of this, because she took the hunter's lantern at that time, and she knew that the hunter was resurrected next to the lantern after death, so she was able to rush back to her side to relieve the trap under the circumstances. Bureau.

Some are sad for the hero named Elvis, and some are afraid and disgusted with that monster. It is probably because of the tragedy that happened to the other party and the fact that the other party hurt the hunter. The superposition of these two aspects, right?Anyway, no one wants to be up against that kind of stuff, that's for sure.

【Quick... escape...】

"Hey?"

Abigail raised her head suddenly, with an expression of disbelief in her eyes.

Myself, what I just heard is...

[Hurry up... run away...]

this voice...

You can't hear me wrong, I can't hear you wrong.

Abigail clenched her little hands tightly, feeling unspeakable palpitations and fear at this moment.

"

People who leave home yearn to return home after all. "

"The ancient hero who was eroded by pollution is said to have been the founder of this town."

"If he still has his own self, would he still want to come back here, to this sheltered place he worked so hard to build?"

"Or, what is worth his nostalgia are the more ancient things that have been obliterated in history?"

The chattering old man was still muttering in the carriage, making a sound of exclamation.

And Abigail no longer has the mind to pay attention to the other party's words. At this moment, she took several deep breaths in a row, trying her best to suppress her beating heart, and let her emotions return to normal. In the dilapidated town, the mood is indescribably heavy.

Caller Elvis.

The unimaginably powerful and terrifying enemy who killed the hunter once is now in the town.

I withdrew together with these civilians protected by hunters, so I could avoid that dangerous existence.However, Mr. Hunter, he is still in the town. He will definitely face this terrible enemy and never back down.

But this kind of enemy cannot be overcome by just relying on courage...

Even if there is a lantern... Wait, Mister Hunter's lantern, when I met Mr. Hunter, he didn't hold his own lantern.In other words, he should have hidden the lamp somewhere in the town in advance to prevent him from being able to resurrect at any time before joining the battle in case of danger.

But the problem is that now the town is full of hunters and monsters fighting in melee. If Mr. Hunter is seen dying from a monster, and then reappears unscathed a few minutes later, for hunters, such Mr. Hunter will What is considered to be the case?Moreover, if it is to crusade against that terrifying existence named Elvis, even Mr. Hunter, can he really ensure that he will not be killed by that terrifying monster?Or can he ensure that even if he is killed, other hunters will not notice the abnormality?

No, I can't leave with these people. "

I have to help Mr. Hunter!

The little girl became more determined at this moment.

"Mr. Hunter..."

I need strength.

He needs the power in the dream to help him defeat the nightmare.

That power comes from Mr. Hunter's memory and past, and it falls on him because of the connection given to him by Miss Doll.If he was able to summon that power in the dream of filth and erosion, then now, can he get back that power?

"Please help me, Herr Ludwig."

"I want to stand beside Mr. Hunter, I need enough strength."

After whispering softly, he seemed to feel a warm breath emanating from his body.

Opening her eyes, Abigail stretched out her hand, and then the big sword flowing with quiet moonlight appeared in her small hand, as if it had no weight, it was just held tightly by her.

At this moment, there were exclamations from children around, and the girl herself had no time to care about such things.Feeling the different power coming from her body, Abigail jumped off the carriage at the next moment, and hurried towards the direction of the town.

Mr. Hunter, I'm back.

This time, I will no longer be the child protected by you, I will stand by your side and face the enemy with you!

The little girl muttered silently but firmly.

Chapter 130 Four: The Nameless Terror

【Quick... escape...】

Amidst the murmuring voice, there was a figure staggering, slowly wandering among the shattered ruins.

The smell of blood is thick and dense, and occasionally, there will be one or two painful groans, which are people who have not yet died completely, broken and bloody.They were either pierced in place by the bloody sharp blade spreading from their bodies, or their bodies were strangled by twisted vines, but they still had a little sense of dying.

【Run away... let's go...】

Along with the sound that sounded like a dream, it was the sound of the twisted and deformed legs stepping on the gravel and mud.

The mutilated hands seemed to have been crushed and put together again, and twisted tumors covered the face and neck, making the entire head look like a swollen lump of meat.

The dilapidated priest's clothes were covered in mud and blood, exuding a strong stench. From the cracked part of the clothes, one could see the rotten torso inside and the vine-like things that were densely parasitized on it.

Tentacles stretched out from the back of this deformed figure one by one, wriggling slowly, extending a length of three to four meters.It is difficult to say whether these things are parasitic on the body of the person, or the person is parasitic on the tentacles.

【quick……】

mumbling.

Still murmuring constantly.

Even though he had forgotten the original meaning of the words, the murmuring voice was still repeated.

"Ugh...I don't want...to die..."

struggling to rise from the ruins