Blood of the Hunting God

The power of the starlight gathered at this moment, on the priest who was also a believer of the Star God, but the scarred Marman just spit out a mouthful of bloody phlegm. Even though he kept using divine magic to repair the injury, the clarity in his pupils was not affected at all. .

The control of the will by the power of the Star God is not absolute, as long as one has the willpower to resist the cruelest punishment and reject the best happiness, it is possible to do so.

As long as you can stand on the narrow road with abyss on both sides without falling, and maintain vigilance and sobriety forever and ever in the midst of the eternal mental torture and temptation, it is possible to do it.

So Mallman did it.

"Cough...cough...cough..."

After spitting out a large mouthful of blood with a strong light, Marman's half eye seemed to be stained with an inconspicuous color.

Although, he no longer has much time left.

But at least for now, at least for a while longer, if not until dawn, at least until it pushes the others to move on, that's all.

So... so...

"I'm sorry, everyone."

"I'm sorry, kid."

"Feel sorry."

The fragile sound only lasted for a short time before disappearing and stagnating.

Malman raised his head, straightened his body that had been mostly repaired, but was still scarred, turned around, limped, walked past the corpses of the fighting nuns, and walked towards the basement of the church ruins.

In the dark underground room, there was a pale and thin child, who was sitting in a wheelchair humming softly, waiting for his arrival.

"Father, you are finally here."

The young girl with a sickly pale face smiled at the priest at this moment.

"So, are you ready, Casablanca?"

Reaching out his hand to lightly stroke the blood-soaked operating bed, which was still blood-red even after it dries up, the priest looked at the girl in front of him without sadness or joy.

"Yes, I am ready, Mr. Priest, please let me be the strength of heroes."

"Okay, then, let's begin..."

Chapter 140: The Journey of Killing the Gods

About two-thirds of the children in the boarding house survived.

In this huge disaster where the entire Xingkong Town was destroyed, it can be said that it is extremely lucky that a group of children without any fighting ability can survive so many, and it can even be called a miracle phenomenon.But even so, Disma and others who heard the news remained silent for a long time.

However, the number of children recorded as definite deaths was not many, because the situation at the time was too chaotic, and a considerable number of children were actually missing.Among them are Xuerong and Pu, two children who are known to be very noisy because they are usually very noisy, and there is also Blanca, a weak child with limited mobility.No one knows where these missing children have gone. Maybe everyone knows the answer, but the day will never be verified.

One day these lost people will be forgotten, people will no longer remember their existence, their voice, their appearance, or the time spent with them.In the end, nothing will be left and nothing will be left.It was as if no one would ever remember that in the dark night when monsters ravaged, there was a small figure who used his own life to awaken the vitality of the townspeople.

"So, are you sure? Are you really going to make this choice?"

Malman calmly stared at the weakened girl in front of him, and asked again.

"You don't need to make that choice, kid."

"You can go back to them and spend your last days."

"Yes, you don't have much time to live. Your organs are weakened to the limit, and you will die within a few days."

"But at least you can give some comfort to Disma, who are already physically and mentally exhausted. You can accompany them to continue to spend, and then you will be buried and remembered."

"And if you make this choice, you will become a forever missing person, no one will remember your name, your experience, your sacrifice, endure countless pains and usher in eternal sleep, but even this It's painful but it can't be known by others."

"This is not a beautiful thing. Are you really sure you want to do this? Blanca, as long as you refuse here, I will take you back to Disma. I hope you can think carefully about it." .”

The priest advised sincerely, just like he once advised those children who accepted or refused to be rehabilitated.

Perhaps at the beginning, I really hoped that those children could choose to give up and at least live the rest of their lives as human beings.It's just that after spending such a long time in the church and experiencing so much suffering, Malman is actually not quite clear about what he was thinking when he said these words.He just continued to perform his duties, giving the other party the choice they deserved, giving the other party what they deserved, choosing life and death, giving these children the choice that this bastard world always refuses to give them.

It's just that you actually know what kind of answer the other party will give, don't you?

"Please begin, Father."

Gently stretching out her hand, the weakened girl smiled at this moment.

"...Then, let me bear this crime."

A sharp scalpel was held in a scarred hand.

And the noisy voice was still ringing in the distance.

The hunters were either suspicious or shocked, with different expressions, different voices, and different attitudes, all aimed at the hunter and Abigail on the platform.

A savior who can save the world?This kind of fairy-tale character is really impossible for hunters to believe in.

However, the caller Elvis, who was considered impossible to kill, was indeed killed, and the hunter even showed the soul of the terrifying monster, confirming the complete destruction of the opponent.Even if an appealer is revived in the corrupt field after several decades, it is impossible to be as powerful as the original appealer with a soul. This is an undeniable great contribution to the hunter. must be acknowledged by all.

Therefore, everyone must think about the next question.

The hunter does have power beyond ordinary people. He can kill the callers that the hunters cannot kill. Then, can he kill the filth of the earth that the hunters have been trying to eliminate for many years, but in the end they always fail? What about the fallen goddess?

"Ten hours later, our team will set off, stepping from the [Gate to the Dead] into the field of corruption, embarking on a new round of god-killing journey."

"Whether you believe it or not, we will set off at that time."

"If you are afraid of the horror of monsters and don't want to join the battlefield, I won't say anything. If you are willing to go together, then I welcome you, and hope that your life and mine can be together, and we will live hand in hand until the end."

Standing among the corpses of the fighting nuns, Disma finally looked at the hunters solemnly and said.

"In this state, step into the field of corruption, and even go deep into the forest of the curse, are you crazy, Disma?"

A hunter asked in a suspicious voice.

"The combat nuns were forced by the priest to use divine magic to heal all the hunters yesterday. The craftsmen led by Andre have completed the repair of the damaged weapons, and all the combat supplies have been sorted out. Also That is to say, in the combat state, the hunter can recover to a perfect state, and there is no problem in hunting immediately."

Disma calmly responded to the question.

"Even so, this is too reckless. In the past, hunting god teams have been trained for several months or even years, and they dared to set off after preparing a large amount of supplies in advance. Even if you have extraordinary combat power, how many people in your group dare to set off? If you want to step through the corrupt field and the cursed forest to face the gods, this is simply a dead end!"

Another hunter questioned and said, with disbelief written all over his face.

"So what if we are looking for a dead end, we have no time, can't you see that?"

Disma looked at the hunter with a bit of coldness in his voice.

"The hunting god teams in the past were just the dying struggle of human hunters, so they were never taken care of by the star gods."

"After the appearance of hunters who have the power to truly surpass humans and challenge the gods, weird monster attacks occurred. The power of the star gods even directly manipulated the battle nuns to launch attacks on hunters."

"The master of the starry sky has used the foreign enemy of filth to enslave mankind for thousands of years, constantly demanding cruel blood. He will not allow anyone who breaks the situation to appear. The firing squad will arrive in this town soon, so we must leave, we must Seize this unique opportunity to prove that the hunter is the [savior] by killing gods."

"I won't force anyone to join us. I don't have the ability or the patience. You can just leave. Of course, if you want to try, you can come up and try to defeat us. It's up to you. "

"Everything is up to you."

After the words fell, Disma stopped saying anything, waved his hands and turned to the hunters, ignoring the reactions of those hunters.

Abigail's eyes widened and she still didn't understand the situation, but the hunter who had retrieved the equipment was ready to set off at any time after waving his weapon to confirm the repair status.

Hesitant, suspicious, troubled, confused.

No one steps up to the platform to join Disma's ranks.

This is also a matter of course. I just survived the terrifying monster attack, and then I have to go on a journey to the hunting god that is equivalent to seeking death. Few people would be willing to do this kind of thing, especially this so-called hunting god. Hope is still a hunter of unknown origin, and was clearly targeted by Star God believers.

"I'll join."

William's voice sounded at this moment.

Taking off the hat and coat of the sheriff, the man took a step forward with his hound and said seriously.

"If you want to restore justice to this distorted world, you must destroy the poisonous filth."

"Maybe you are just arrogant people who are overconfident, but since you dare to propose to hunt gods, then I will join in to see your abilities."

Saying so, William stretched out his hand and patted Desma on the shoulder.

"Well then, welcome, Sheriff."

Disma nodded slightly.

"Not the Sheriff, just William, eh

, and my girl. "

William gave a rare smile, and reached out to stroke the hound's head.

"I'll join too."

A tall man climbed onto the platform at this moment, and the hunter recognized him as Aibut, the captain of the team he had rescued in the sewer incident.

"I recognize the strength and character of hunters. My companions died in the attack of monsters. I want to make them pay in blood, so I join!"

The pupils of this originally cheerful young man were bloodshot, and the voice in his mouth seemed to have a bit of blood in it.

"We'll join the hunt, too."

The next moment, a voice sounded from the side of the platform. It was a few craftsmen from the workshop. At this moment, they slowly stepped forward. tool.

"Chief Andre is already waiting for you at the gate of the dead. It would be a very bad thing for hunters to encounter damage to their weapons during the long journey. So this time, we will follow you and be your support Bar."

Under the twinkling night sky, the number of people gathered on the platform began to increase.

At this moment, the skeptical gaze seemed to weaken a little bit, and it was more of hesitation and hesitation.

Then someone stepped onto the platform, a hunter the hunter didn't know.

"I'm probably crazy for doing this."

Such a self-deprecating man walked into the team of hunters, and with this man's actions, there was a second person, and a third person...

More hunters left the meeting place, and some hesitated to come forward, but people kept stepping on the platform, more and more, gradually making this platform a bit unstoppable up.

Even among the townspeople who were originally guided by the fighting nuns, a few fairly strong townspeople stepped out to join the hunting team's logistics, and some police officers took off their hats and coats like the sheriff and walked into the hunter's team.

A hunter wanted to climb onto the platform, but fell down because of being squeezed by the people around him. Amidst the exclamation, a hunter on the platform reacted and grabbed the hunter's waving hand.

Malman grabbed Blanca's thin, small hand.

Gently, it was removed and placed on the side of the operating table.

The medicine injected into the blood began to take effect, causing the girl to cry out in pain, and the paralysis made beforehand made her unable to control her body, and she could only feel the severe pain spreading to her whole body motionless.

The skin and flesh were cut open and separated from the joints of the bones. At this moment, the girl's legs were taken off by Malman.

It was cut open from the chest to the lower abdomen, and all the ribs were dismantled, and then the unnecessary internal organs were taken out, and the injected medicine and filling oil shone with the color of the starry sky, occupying the hollow in the body and began to grow rapidly.

The pain gradually began to dissipate.

【Mr. Hunter, Mr. Disma, have they assembled the expedition team yet? 】

The eardrum is pierced, sealed with grease, and finally sutured thoroughly.

[Journey to hunt the gods, how many people who set out can return? 】

The nasal cavity was removed, all the teeth were pulled out, and the tongue was removed. The bloody grease merged with the skin and flesh, and gradually merged until they were indistinguishable from each other, leaving only two small openings pierced by metal pipes.

[Can I be their strength and help them realize their wishes? 】

In the end, the eyeballs were removed, and the world was completely plunged into darkness.

The injected medicine took full effect at this moment, the nerves on the surface were completely burned, and the wound healed slowly. Except for a few areas penetrated by metal pipes, at this moment, all the places grew into skin and flesh full of blood. .

The clamor of the hunters continued to grow.

More people joined, and more people joined hands with each other. Their voices resounded over the ruined town, and they never subsided for a long time.

And the girl could no longer hear their voices.

"The ceremony is completed, the fit is 100%, a devotee with no regrets?"

Stretching out his hand, Marman took the overflowing dark red blood fat from the calmed flesh and blood, and lit it, and the surging flame immediately burned vigorously.

Bright, warm, flames that bring scalding heat.

The life-burning flame spreads its wings like a dancing bird, and drifts towards the flames in the sky.

Marman raised his head, closed his eyes and listened to the roar of the heroes before setting off, then took a step and stepped into a small room in the deepest part of the dark underground area.

He put Blanca's tiara in a small glass box and placed it on a shelf in this room.

He turned his head and looked at the tiny room, at the hundreds of little glass boxes that lined the shelves. There were dolls, there was a string of tiny coins, there was a pretty little stone.These items loved by children are left in this room, and they just stay here quietly.