Blood of the Hunting God

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The serious injury finally caused the hunter to fall to the ground.

He stretched out his hand, even though one finger was completely broken and only the skin was still attached to the palm, and three of the remaining four fingers had been twisted into horrible shapes, the hunter still stretched out his hand and used it from the palm. The arm bones pierced in the middle pressed against the steps of the church, supporting his body and crawling towards the front door.

Is this what you think of?

It was as if he could hear such a voice asking himself.

Is that right?

Is that so……

……

It seems... not this...

Although it's getting close...

But...it seems to be longer...

The little girl tugged at the hem of her clothes timidly.

The little girl handed the music box tremblingly from behind the fence.

Thinking of it, the older, blurred picture of the past.

"Mr. Hunter, can, can you help me find my mother?"

"My father went hunting and did not come back. My mother went to look for him and never came back."

"I'm lonely...and scared..."

The little girl behind the fence prayed in a sobbing voice.

Just like Abigail at that time, she held onto her hand tightly, not wanting him to leave. "

Did you agree to that girl's request?

Did he agree to her and go to find her parents?

"Oh, thank you, Hunter!"

"My mother wears a ruby brooch. It's big and beautiful. You can see it."

"Oh, and, if you find my mother, please give her this music box."

"It would play one of Dad's favorite songs, and if Dad forgot about us, we would play it to him so he would remember."

"Mom is always stupid. I forgot to bring this when I went out today."

Ahhh...

That's right, I promised that girl.

I seem to be like this all the time, as long as the request is not malicious, it is difficult to refuse.

At that time, when faced with a sobbing and begging little girl, it was only natural that he would agree.

The hunter's body slowly climbed up the steps of the church.

He stretched out his misplaced arm, pushed it against the door of the church, and slowly pushed open the half-hidden door. "

squeak-

Amidst the ear-piercing sound, the door opened extremely slowly.

Maybe it's because it hasn't been opened for too long, that's why it's so heavy, and that's why it's so dull.

Just like my own memory settled in the fuzzy, I don't know how much time has passed before I can hardly recall the things I have experienced.

So, I agreed to that girl, right?

So what is the final result?

The hunter's body slowly crawled into the darkness in the church.

Have you found the girl's parents?

After exhausting his last strength, he finally stopped in the hall of the church.

Has the girl been reunited with her family?

Consciousness began to blur, and the spirit was finally on the verge of its limit.

Did they survive safely?

Where are they now?

Has your promise been fulfilled?

Then, everything fell into darkness, or in other words, everything was in darkness from the beginning, but now it just returned to darkness.

■■■——■■——

In the flesh and blood, there seemed to be something ringing.

It was an invisible echo, plundered from the knight who had been hunted down by the hunter, and there was only a little bit of wreck left.

Intangible things kept echoing, rippling silently but bursting in the hunter's body.

The disordered bones were corrected, and the lost blood was regenerated. The already extremely strong body seemed to be becoming more solid at this moment.

【...these monsters are everywhere...】

then,

It seemed to hear the vicissitudes of life echoing like a sigh.

【...You will also become one of them...sooner or later...】

Accompanied by the sound of the long ax dripping blood and the mottled bandages.

Click!

The hunter, who suddenly woke up, smashed the floor tiles with his bare hands in the next moment, and sat up suddenly.

Chapter 14: Harvesting and Waiting

It seemed to be dreaming of something, and it seemed to recall something from a long time ago.

At the end of the memory, I seem to see quite an angry and painful picture, but I can’t recall it now, only a faint melody, like a music box played by some kind of music box, reverberates in my mind, and I can’t remember where it came from. Where did I hear the melodious melody of the music box.

The hunter got up from the church floor.

The church, which exudes a decaying smell and is full of dilapidated marks, seems to have been swept by a tornado.Many stone pillars have completely collapsed, and various decorations are also in a state of being destroyed.In addition, there are quite a few skeletons here, with missing limbs, and even skeletons with broken bones.Dressed in a priest's attire, it was an incomplete skeleton that had been dead for an unknown number of years.

It doesn't look like it was torn apart by some monster.

The hunter turned his head and looked in the direction of the gate. The gate was sealed from the inside, but due to the erosion of time, the wooden beams used to seal the gate had decayed, so the gate was in a concealed state. Only then was he able to be pushed away by the half-disabled hunter at that time. "

There is no living person in this church anymore.

In other words, before completely losing their minds and turning into a monster, seal the gate, then fight each other in the church, and finally destroy themselves?

It's just a guess, but maybe it's a possibility?

The tragedies that have happened cannot be changed, and it is difficult for the hunter to feel empathy for the deaths of these people who have never met, so he just bowed slightly, saluted the dead with a respectful attitude, and then began Walk in the church and find what you want.

【Goddess Blessing】

If you want to save the dying Disma, you must find this thing.

The hunter stepped into the corridor on one side of the church and started a search process that can be said to be quite skilled in a sense.

The dilapidated church was more severely destroyed than imagined, and many places almost completely collapsed.The hunter saw a lot of skeletons, some wearing priestly clothes, some wearing various clothes that should be civilians.

At the death scene of those civilians, there were obvious claw marks destroyed by monsters, and there were also some completely distorted bones.It seems that this church once sheltered the stricken civilians at first, but the filth broke out in these people, transforming people into monsters, and causing a huge disaster that cannot be reversed.

Those bloodthirsty people wandering in the town can be said to be extremely powerful monsters, but considering that they have not been replenished with fresh blood for a long time, those things are likely to have been greatly weakened, or the town All the monsters wandering in the cave are already in a state of degeneration and weakness.Hunters can successfully carry out all kinds of hunting, and survive the battle to become the winner, in fact, there is a certain element of luck in it.

This kind of thinking seems to be somewhat demeaning, but hunters don't have strong self-esteem, and admitting their shortcomings is not a problem.

After all, the current self is actually not that strong.

Tread-

The hunter's heavy footsteps sounded far, far away in the empty corridor.

If you want to become stronger, what should you do?

Hunter actually has this feeling, that he should be able to become stronger, far stronger than he is now.

It's just that I can't think of what to do to fundamentally improve myself, or in other words, to return to what I should have been...

Well, why do you say regression?

The hunter stopped and looked at a wooden door that was closed in front of him.

Bang!

The heavy sword was removed from his back, and he slashed out with a single blow.

After the violent explosion, the wooden door and a small part of the wall were directly chopped down by the hunter's blow.

The huge weapon that belonged to the crippled knight, although it had been broken and lost half of the sword body, was still considered a large sword or even a very large sword for the size of an ordinary person.However, relying on his excellent physical fitness, the hunter can still wield this weapon with one hand.With the sharpness and heavy weight of this weapon, it can be said that no matter what kind of enemy it is, it can kill it.Of course, it is definitely difficult to balance strength and speed when using this weapon with one hand, but in occasions where such a problem needs to be considered, the hunter can also choose to use this giant sword with both hands. Much stronger than one handed.

In general, as a spare weapon for the meat saw, it is still practical in terms of practicality.

Moreover, the hunter had a hunch that there might be some secrets hidden in this great sword, and it might be revealed one day if he carried it with him.

Sweeping away the dust with a wave of his hand, he stepped forward and walked into the house.

As always, there are no survivors, only various dilapidated things, like one building after another

A tombstone with no name engraved on it.

But this time, the hunter got what he wanted.

Among the piles of broken test tubes, the only bottle was still intact, a potion bottle with a faint golden light.

And, in the corner, what appeared to be a suicide corpse with a collapsed skull and a rusty gun.

After the hunter put away the bottle of potion, he walked up to the corpse. Out of curiosity, or because of the cheapness that hunters have always had, he stretched out his hand and took the rotten gun held by the corpse. Take it away, and then pull away the fingers of the corpse with only bones left, and take out the thing held by the other hand under the corpse.

Seems like a drawing?

Several sheets of yellowed paper were folded together, with complex pictures filled with incomprehensible comments.

However, even though he couldn't understand the complicated structure of the parts, the hunter could understand the shape of the assembled thing on the last page of these blueprints.

a cannon.

A cannon that can almost be described as insane, designed to be fired with one hand.

"call……"

"Huh...huh?"

"Yeah, why did you fall asleep again?"

The little girl tilted her head and shook herself, then woke herself up.

Sitting on a chair near the library door, Abigail stretched out her little hand and patted her little face.

"Can't sleep, can't sleep."

"We must wait for Mr. Hunter to return safely."

"Can't sleep...can't...huh..."

Then again, as he spoke, his head began to shake.

"Huh... can't..."