The last headhunter

Chapter 42 The Annihilation of Hope

Jiri's hands trembled involuntarily.

The flesh that exploded so clearly and truly in front of his eyes was re-sutured in just a few tens of seconds.Even when the smoke and dust in the air were still lightly floating in the black dead mist, this ghostly dead traitor had already reappeared.

He broke through the boundary between life and death, and just opened his eyes to witness a new time.

Blasphemy. Is this the point of blaspheming the king?Twisting life to create immortality - not even the sharpest blade can destroy a soul.And this soul of the corrupt who is engraved with the brand of immortality is exactly the vicious seed born in the legend of the curse.

Without waiting for him to feel the depth of the fear carefully, the dagger in Rick's hand pierced the night sky and swept towards it mixed with black flames.Howling cursed souls emerged within it, like the screams of ferocious beasts thirsting for flesh.The distorted head in the black mist and the sharp claws of the tortured from hell set off huge waves, and the majestic ripples spread outward geometrically, opening their bloody mouth towards the direction of the four with a destructive momentum that devoured everything.

That is the form of undead magic.It was the crying, hatred and revenge of the dead.The black flame dagger that Rick is holding now seems to be a relic fished out of the Dead Sea.Sad lament and piercing despair, this deep and ancient death grief, how many years of painful tears of the casualties condensed into such a dark haze?

The ferryman who harvests souls has no respect for death.In his eyes, the dead no longer have the need to mourn, and turning into a curse to make the living restless forever is the only meaning.

And this kind of obsession eventually melted into a storm of death, pouring out from the black flame's engraving like a whirlwind.

"Get out of the way!"

Behind him was Jeska's anxious cry.The saint did not have time to rest, so he bravely rushed towards the tide of the dead.And the holy eight-winged angel came down to the world amidst the sound of prayer, and the intense and pure holy light shook the sky, covering the death light of the scarlet moon!The graceful and clean holy wings unfolded slowly, and the golden armor of the eight-winged angels gathered a crescent moon like a golden scimitar, which shattered at the most shining apex in the softly sung chant, enveloping the world's holy spirit star wind The fragments scattered like raindrops in that instant!

The cursed ripples of the dead collided with the pure holy light.The divine light of life lights up the stars, but fades away under the entanglement of the bleak announcement of death.That was the most spectacular scene the boy had ever seen—the world was shaken, the will of the gods intermingled and collided, and the time and space of hell and heaven intersected.The intersection and mixing of energies sparked a raging fire, while the death curse constantly swayed by Rick Schul was like an immortal carcass roaring in the purification of the holy light.

There are things in the world that cannot be saved.The suffering suffered by the souls who have died unjustly due to various injustices or unexpected disasters can never be resolved.These grievous memories are collected by the Necroborns, who roam violently from the Mark of Death at their will.And in this chaotic and turbulent dark world, the lonely souls who died wronged are almost inexhaustible.

Rick Schur collected them. The "Rebels" have enslaved the Necrons.

It can't be like this anymore - there must be a way.If you can get around Rick's back, maybe you can end this fight
Jiri thought nervously.The eight-winged angel's struggle has shown signs of decline, and Jie Shika's physical strength is by no means endless.There is no way to spend it like this.Someone has to break the deadlock!

"Master Headhunter, please give an order. We cannot live under the protection of His Highness forever. Please give me your orders for what Delter and I should do! Please act decisively!"

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The boy gently took out the ancient book in the package.Now it is bleak and dull, and it has already returned to its original appearance.The runes on the first page were completely burned out, and the mysterious and obscure ancient texts that followed were still not readable at all.The god had no intention of summoning, and the gentle call and the shadow of the woman that had been lingering in his heart never appeared again.All memories are gone, as if they never existed.

King.King Halwara.Just as you have given us salvation and hope, now that we are in trouble, can you help me in the slightest?
Praying doesn't do anything.Even though he said so devoutly from the bottom of his heart, there was still no wave in his heart.And those unrealistic thoughts can only sink into an abyss without echo.

All human beings in the Luo'an continent are people who were abandoned by the gods who once protected them.When they consider human faith to be worthless, they forsake God's gift and forgiveness.After that, human beings fell into the Dark Ages, and no matter how hard they struggled to achieve glory, they fell and collapsed in disasters several times.It is a miracle among miracles to survive unyieldingly.

But now, when disaster strikes again and everyone is longing for hope, God once again rejects them.Even the most benevolent King Halwara only gave some benefits symbolically.At such a critical moment like now, he didn't have any will. Perhaps, allowing the incarnation of the eight-winged angel to come to the world was all he wanted to do.

What should I do?The awakening and exhilarating majestic energy cannot be felt at all, but one can only stand aside thinking and watching.How to look forward to the future pointed by the fable?

He took a deep breath and put the ancient book of Riel back into his bag.He knew that he couldn't rely on the power of runes to solve his predicament, so he could only rely on the assistance of three strong men.And the decision he makes next will determine the life and death of the four people.

Should it really be at the expense of one person in exchange for the safety of others?
The questions that have plagued him day and night are still unanswered.

"Give me an order, my lord. The black flame of death has a tendency to suppress the holy light. The singing of the hymn has stopped, and His Royal Highness Jie Shika is about to reach the limit."

Delter remained calm.He pleaded with the boy.

"How we act, the decision is in your hands. Please don't hesitate, just drive it. We will trust your judgment."

"Whether it is life or death, that is our destiny."

The shadows of Mal and Deman suddenly flashed in my mind.That night that changed everything, they had such faith in themselves that they embarked on the journey to death without hesitation.They put the fear of death behind them precisely because they have grander and brighter hopes.It is a kind of firm belief in the future, that the young man in front of him can lead the lost people of the world to a brand new tomorrow where there will be no more wars, no more scourges, and no more conspiracy troubles.

Headhunting.Will you be the savior who reverses the suffering and despair?

Headhunting.Prove to me your resolve.Be fearless in the face of sacrifice.

"Senior Delter, Senior Jiri, let's assassinate Rick together. Make him lose the ability to release dead souls. Michelle will protect me, so don't worry about my safety-do it boldly."

"The subordinates understand!" The two "exiles" responded in unison.

"But remember one thing."

It was past noon.Even though the sunlight still couldn't penetrate the sky covered by the red moon, the fog had cleared outside the city.

"Remember. Be sure, come back alive."

They smiled knowingly, and bowed slightly to hide their figures in front of them.

Will work hard.they thought.With this exhortation from this young headhunter, it will definitely happen.

Even if the opponent in front of him has been completely crushed in all directions, even if the opponent in front of him may be completely unable to be harmed by physical means.But as long as you are brave enough to do it, there will always be opportunities.

It is you who gave me this strength and hope.Mr. Headhunter.

Under the night, in the dead fog.Two deadly shadows suddenly emerged from the shadows and began to attack Rick Schul.Nearly a hundred flying knives poured out like flying petals, showing an arc of light all over the sky in an instant.And at the moment when the large-area blade dance was about to touch and split the traitor's head, another assassin swayed the powder of fire, which actually contaminated the already huge number of sharp hidden weapons with the rapidly burning phosphorous fire.This fire blade storm is enough to burn everything, as long as you touch it, you will definitely die!
But Rick quickly sensed the danger.He stopped casting spells, his body turned transparent, and he hid in the mist like a ghost, narrowly avoiding the white lotus flower.How could the two "exiles" who had been aware of Rick's traces with their eagle vision vision give up, and moved away like lightning, launching a fierce and violent fast-paced attack on Rick who revealed his true form!
In the biting and collision of the dark dagger and the black flame dagger, the Renegade, who was obviously at a disadvantage, lost his balance repeatedly, while the two assassins who took advantage of the situation to slit his throat and kept raiding around his back caused a lot of damage to Rick !There are a large number of hidden weapons in the arsenal, and every time the dagger is swung, two or three throwing knives or poisonous needles will be attached at the same time, not to mention the range attack of sulfur nails!These hidden weapons are deeply embedded in the skin, eroding the already rotten flesh and blood even more.The young man seemed to be able to see the unceasing peeling off of the dead person's skin, and the scorched and rotten breath on the dense white bones.The minced flesh of the arms and legs had been completely corroded, and the blood vessels pierced by the hidden weapon were completely nailed to the skeleton.Rick, who was gradually covered with sharp objects like a hedgehog, actually started to move and become paralyzed!He who was able to withstand the impact of the dagger and even retaliate with black flames, has gradually become bloody because it is difficult to dodge!
There is a chance. There must be a chance in this way!Cut off his head!

The overwhelming offensive of the two elite assassins really had an effect.The cooperation between Delter and Giri can be described as close.The dazzling dagger moves smoothly and smoothly, and you will be shocked by the overwhelming breath of the wind even if you look at it from a distance.The advantages have been completely grasped by them, and they only need to make a fatal blow, penetrate the chest or cut off the cervical spine, and they can temporarily be freed from Rick's curse.As for how to deal with it next, it needs to be carefully considered.

Just as the young man was thinking carefully, a strange sense of unease shook in his heart.The situation of being overly crushed is actually disturbing - "Rebels" have always been known for their flexibility, why when they are suppressed, they don't know how to escape from the battle temporarily, and they must be passively penetrated and ravaged by sharp blades, like Toyed with applause?

Thinking like this, an extremely terrifying and horrifying answer emerged in the boy's heart——

No. Don't tell me!
"Stay away from that puppet! Get out of here!"

The boy almost screamed.What responded to him was monstrous fireworks ignited in the blood.

Rick's body exploded from the inside out in the bloody storm.At the moment of being seen through, this phantom that lured the enemy violently shattered all the absorbed energy.

And this piece of scarlet, in the trembling eyes of the young man, burned almost desperately.

(End of this chapter)