The last headhunter

Chapter 27 Abyss Lord "Macarus"

Rotten, rancid.A thick and pungent smell of blood rushed over.The neatly piled tower of human skulls seems to symbolize the bloodthirsty and twisted art of war of the undead, and the perverted collection desire is the externalization of their inner wild desire to kill.

After enjoying it, burn the rest with a fire.The sneering monster was almost slaughtering, mercilessly slaughtering the adventurers who were scattered in a panic, enjoying the thorough inner refreshment brought by conquest and revenge in this purgatory-like death battlefield.

Only intelligent creatures can have such a perverted hobby, while ordinary undead monsters only know how to hunt and eat.An unimaginable sense of fear is spreading crazily from the tower of human heads.But as the line of sight became brighter, the surface behind the Human Head Tower became clearer.The young man gasped—the fragmented corpse was lying on the ground in a strange shape, and the rotten vines were entwined around him like running water, and the polluted land seemed to gain nutrients from this entanglement, just like bugs Ripples twisted.

This dirty and ugly dark land is greedily absorbing nutrients from the adventurers who died in battle as food for growth.And with the help of this, the land of corruption quickly extended to the outside.

This is also the reason why the boy and his party gradually lost sight of the front.The blood-stained land has long been immersed in a lifeless dark mist.Nature. The mother of the earth, this fertile land that once raised countless human beings, is now being assimilated into a member of the undead camp, heading towards a dark future amidst pollution.

Gods—if there are gods, please open your eyes and see this hell.Look at this dirty and ugly world, where can there be any light?

The massacre of the corpse demon is enough to turn my stomach.And the corruption in front of him is even more exaggerated than the tragic blood.The young man finally couldn't bear the double torment in his heart and body, and vomited it out.The fuzzy juice mixed with the residue of the noodles was messed up in front of my eyes.

That's what I eat when I leave the village in the early morning.Even if I wanted to leave without saying a word, I still couldn't hide it from anyone.The boy couldn't forget the way his sister-in-law, uncle, and sister who had been taking care of him since he was a child looked at him kindly.They seem to have expected this day, the day when this legendary boy who was born with an ancient book will go on an independent adventure.They have always regarded this unaccompanied child as their own treasure, unconditionally and without asking for anything in return, they gave him the best food and clothing in the village, and prayed devoutly for his healthy growth.Therefore, when the boy decided to go out for an adventure, they did not obstruct him in any way.

That was the last bit of noodles left.It was the best food in the village granary.The village chief took it out without hesitation.After a long absence, smoke rose from the house, and then he sent out a bowl of steaming lasagna, and said to the child with a smile:
"Go kid. Eat this bowl of noodles and hit the road. The adventure outside will be tough, so don't starve yourself."

"This world is full of dangers, but Lorraine Village will always be your safest haven. If you are tired, welcome back. The door here will always be open for you."

"Outside, what will there be?"

The boy at that time asked expectantly.He took the bowl and sucked the warm soup in the clear noodles.

"There will be mountains, rivers and oceans, there will be many, many adventurers, there will be delicious food, all kinds of delicacies. You can enjoy many things that this village does not have."

"But there will also be undead. But their number has dropped sharply during the second holy war, so it shouldn't be a concern. But you must be careful when you leave the village just in case. An excellent child like you, the people outside No city-state will reject you. Find a place to accept you early, and your first step will be considered a success."

"Our only expectation is to have more kind-hearted people to help you. Help you grow up healthily, help you gain a foothold, and achieve your own glory. You are the miracle of Lorraine, and the miracle of everyone."

The village chief, who is nearly eighty years old, has seen through too much warmth and coldness in the world, but he only smiled when facing the boy.The sun rises in the distant sky, and the dawn breaks.His eyes were covered with hoarfrost, but they shone brilliantly.

"I will return."

The young man groaned and ate the noodles, not even a little oily water left.He was carrying a bag and said so seriously.

"Trust you. Dear adventurer."

The farewell party gradually disappeared into the distance of sight.The guard at the entrance of the village was looking at him casually.

"What occupation do you want to do?"

"Headhunting. Headhunting, of course."

He said that confidently and patted the package.Sleeping there, the most important treasure in his life.

Lorraine Village—Mr. Lide, what happened to you, Sister Mary?Can this world be saved?Are the undead really overrun?What should be used to purify this polluted land?What can I do?
Countless questions surround my mind.The mind is tangled and lingering like a ball of paste.Everything that happened was too horrifying and frightening, and those gentle seniors who were once reliable and could cry on their bodies were uncertain at this moment.

The sound of footsteps that shook the world like a giant impacted from far and near.The boy could hear the familiar roar, and the swift and sharp figure like the wind.This undead fortress known as the "Great Necropolis" seems to be just the source of the birth of corpse demons, and it is the production center for the conversion of corpses into such hideous creatures.Human corpses are fully concentrated here, and then quickly processed and mutated into that kind of creature. This is the origin of the Necropolis.

Frightening howls came from all directions.During this short moment of absent-mindedness, a huge army of corpse demons had already surrounded the four of them.They lurk in the dark, waiting for the order of the "master".

"Stand up. Boy. There's no time to waste your affection."

Sariel's staff burst into flames again.And as he waved it lightly, a wall of fire rose from the ground, burning the living vines wrapped around the ground.And the sweeping dark wind fueled the fire, rotating and spreading the majestic elemental energy in the wall of fire in all directions, spreading and connecting under Sariel's intentional guidance, and quickly forming a dense flame within a radius of 20 meters.In an instant, the dark atmosphere in the entire area was swept away, and the burning of the dense forest finally completely lit up the surrounding environment.

The number of dead was beyond imagination.The accumulated number of human head towers and corpses is at least hundreds even if it is roughly estimated.According to the broken team flag of the expedition team, at least twelve teams were killed here.And obviously, if the teenagers and his party were a little negligent, they would also become one of the dead.

"Sorry. I'm really, really disgusted. I should understand how bad the reality is."

The teenager gradually recovered from the nausea, and finally got rid of the memory.In order to live up to their expectations, at least they have to live well.He could only silently pray for the safety of Luolan Village.

"The cemetery is the place where undead creatures are produced, and it is also the place where this kind of living land is bred. Generally, the powerful undead lords sow the seeds of death to pollute the earth, and then quickly convert them by hoarding human corpses. monsters like corpse demons. If ordinary gluttons are very weak due to the transformation of natural dark forces, then this special unit grown from the pollution of the necropolis is extremely powerful due to sufficient nutrients. You have also seen it, Just how difficult are the corpse demons, and the number is even more overwhelming."

Michele sighed softly, and Jessica was equally worried.

"Forgive me. I have lived as a priest in the name of purification, and I have never encountered such a large-scale corpse demon. Such an attack intensity is enough to show that the undead are determined to capture the empire. If you don't remind the king in time Both, the consequences will be unimaginable.”

"But whether it's you or Sariel, you are the absolute best among adventurers. Michelle can also provide us with assistance as a treasure house of knowledge. If you use arcane magic, you shouldn't worry about dealing with these corpses !"

"Although arcane magic is destructive, it has a little regret."

Michelle pointed to Sariel's five-color staff.Among the resplendent pile of gemstones, the gemstone symbolizing the dark element has been completely shattered, leaving only four colors still surrounding it.

"Arcane has always been a taboo in the magic world. Because he brings a devastating blow, he will greatly destroy himself. As a master-level elementalist, Sariel will naturally not suffer unbearable damage as a substitute. He The elemental crystals that have been cultivated for a hundred years will be irreversibly damaged."

"Just because of your sentence 'Save them', child. One-fifth of the magic essence he collected in the big magic circle has been lost. Now, he can no longer use dark arcane magic."

"what."

"Let's gossip. Here comes the guy."

Sariel interrupted their conversation.In his eyes, there are far more important things than losing an arcane element gem.

That is the Lord who is about to appear.Undead war monsters, bloodthirsty ugly giants.

Sariel will never forget the despair of thousands of civilians when the purple monster called "Macarus" broke through the walls of the imperial city during the Second Holy War.The indestructible shield of holy light was torn to pieces, and the defenders who were desperately resisting were trampled to pieces by the giant figure.With every step he took, the bodies of countless refugees would be trampled into pulp, while ordinary spells, spears, bows and crossbows and other cold weapon attacks could not cause any damage.At the critical juncture, it was the noble adjudicator of the Kingdom at that time, Matellina, who threw the ancient artifact "Alai's Spear" to penetrate it.He crashed into the royal city, stirring up ruins and dust all over the sky.After that, the kingdom's defenders began to counterattack before pushing the undead army back beyond the city walls.But during the fierce battle, they never noticed that the body of "Macarus" disappeared.No remains or body parts were found during the sweeping of the battlefield.As a result, the trace of this monster has become a mystery, and it is still unsolved hundreds of years later.

But, but now.This mysterious lord who was trampling heavily like thunder, it is really hard not to remind people of the former culprit of the war.Millions of people died at his hands, and he was the enemy of the human empire throughout the world.Could it be—is he the culprit who intends to provoke this war again?
If it is, there's no way anyone can fix it.The strength of this behemoth is beyond imagination.

But even so—in order to avenge the massacre of thousands of living beings, all efforts must be made to kill them to scum.Human dignity must be regained.

Thinking of this, Sariel gripped his staff tightly and stared straight ahead.The end of the land of corruption, the shaking around the corner is approaching.The corpse demons have been allowed to move, but they are afraid of his wall of fire and can only surround him with eyes.

Everyone is waiting for the arrival of the lord.That nightmarish monster finally reappeared in the world.

Boom—boom.

The ground shook and the mountains shook violently.

A huge body that couldn't even be contained by the horizon came overwhelmingly with a dark and rancid wind.As he stepped on the ground, one deep pit after another was stepped out.There are various deep or shallow gullies on the rough purple skin. Four thick giant legs thicker than the beams support the huge fat body, and the two giant hands nearly 50 meters long are holding a huge , with a half-length blood-stained demonized war halberd, with countless spikes and saw blades extending around the sharp halberd head, it is hard to imagine how many lives have been harvested.

And his face was hideously filled with terrifying weird fangs.The mouth, which was as big as two-thirds of the face, still had residues of flesh and blood.And the dark green eyeballs that despise everything are staring coldly at the boy and his party.The dark black beard hung lengthily on his chest, fitting extremely ugly with his purple skin and face.

"Macarus. It's really him."

The boy saw that Sariel's expression was filled with anger at that moment.His staff seemed to be able to understand the feelings of the master, and it began to overflow with light.The remaining four gems are trembling involuntarily with excitement and anger!
"Bastard, butcher. Are you killing too few people? Are you tearing up too many families? How long is it enough to continue to wreak havoc?"

And in the calmness, the ugly giant creature smiled grinningly and slowly opened its mouth.

"I am the abyss lord, Makaros."

"Poor, humble little human being. I'll crush you to pieces like someone else."

"The end of mankind has come!"

The boy can never forget that monster.Perhaps that was the cruelest and ugliest lord he had ever seen in his life.

(End of this chapter)