The last headhunter

Chapter 57 Kurst?

In the end what happened?
The exile in front of him was completely different from what he remembered.Their existence is completely distorted.

They were surrounded by a storm of black flames so intense that they covered the sky and the sun, and bloody shadows swept through the crowd of corpses one after another.Everywhere he went, there were corpses everywhere, devastated.

Even civilian huts and architectural sculptures were not spared.Those hard sandstones and crystals were as fragile as a piece of parchment in front of the deadly blades swayed by those "black knives", easily crushed and split.

The group of awakened corpses that had troubled Jie Shika for so long, the bloody offensive that had already broken through the holy shield and was about to scratch Jie Shika, was instantly resolved by this group of exiles invincibly.

No. Are they really still exiles?Their state, their appearance, their dancing figures in the shadows, the extremely cold and cold air that constantly spreads from the body——

The eyes can no longer keep up with their speed.Even if an awakened person is aroused by rage and rushes to them recklessly, they will teleport to another safe place in the next second, and the extremely black sharp short knife will slit the guy's throat accordingly .

It's not over yet.Even the resurrection that the awakened ones were proud of was easily restrained by these three thieves.Before the awakened person absorbs the power of the undead and climbs up again, they will dismember the already mutilated body with extremely precise scalpel technology.

It's like a mechanically programmed behavior, because only a machine can react so quickly and plan actions so precisely.They are dancers who have cultivated the art of killing to the extreme, and they are also the strongest slaughtering machines on this continent.

The awakened ones shattered into pieces like rice fields.Poisonous blood splattered everywhere, gradually turning the uphill town avenue into a sea of ​​blood.Even though there are still many awakened people shouting for their friends to transform more human bones into the battlefield, the speed of replenishing their combat power is far from being able to match the scale of consumption.

Jieshika will never forget the scene where the dark clouds of the sky engulfed the black front of death, and in the ruins and shadows, it swept into hundreds of miniature black flame tornadoes, and then cut the battlefield like a crescent moon.

It was a unilateral massacre, and it was the ultimate judgment that the undead had no chance of winning.

The tens of thousands of awakened people who almost crowded this avenue turned into a slaughterhouse of purgatory.

Not to mention three, even if thirty, three hundred, or three thousand exiles throw all the hidden weapons in their hands, they will definitely not be able to reach such a scale.

"You woke up boy."

The boy behind him has already woken up, and Michelle has also finished singing.Jeska noticed that another page of the Book of Riel had been burned.

"It seems that all of this is your masterpiece. What have you experienced-made them?"

"."

The young man stood up slowly, and silently put away the ancient book.

"He's gone. Everything about him—everything about nothingness, everything about shadows."

"Who?"

"Black Knife, Higgs. The god of the night, the eternal one worshiped by thieves. I thought his blessing would be the same as King Halwara, giving me the power to solve my difficulties, or something extremely precious It’s just that I didn’t expect that he didn’t have any intention of benefiting me.”

The young man murmured, looking at the confusing figures of the three of them.

"He gave the power of shadow to his believers, Jiri, Delter, and Colin Manch, through the channel I passed on. Perhaps it was only one aspect to help me. His deeper purpose was to re-establish the power of darkness in the human world. Belief systems, establish control, and stand against the blasphemous forces of rebels."

"So—the three of them are no longer who they used to be."

"That's right. It's God's creation, and it's the believers born of God's connection of his will to the human body. The worship of Higgs by the exiles just strengthens the power contained in this instilled connection. They Then you can reach the realm of the gods for a short time, and use the copy of the divine weapon proficiently."

"Sacred weapon. Black knife, god-killing dagger. Higgs relied on it to conquer countless gods and guards, set foot in the sanctuary of the night, and established his own dynasty. As the puppet of his rule and the speaker of his will, he is naturally qualified Use the power of this inheritance. But if this is just copying, its own strength is unimaginable, and I am afraid it will far exceed the pride of Neta. In short, we are not qualified to reach that thing."

"Hearing what you said, it seems that this Higgs is an evil god." Jeska sighed softly, and dismissed the Holy Light Aegis with a flick of his sleeve. "It's not easy to get his favor, and of course we should be prepared. It's already great to meet him with the help of Riel's power. Don't worry about those emotions that make you depressed."

"But it's indeed a pity. If the three of them have become puppets and slaves of the gods, their consciousness may have disappeared. To destroy everything about yourself for the sake of the gods you worship and believe in, it seems noble but in fact Is it really worth dedicating yourself completely irresponsibly? If you didn’t throw everything at Higgs, wouldn’t you be able to stay sober and independent?”

"If they didn't have the slightest prayer for the power of Higgs, maybe we would have been torn apart and turned into zombies like the awakened ones. To deal with these monsters that are killing more and more monsters, even King Halwara may have to It took a lot of effort. What they are afraid of is not the light, but the breath of death that is deeper and deeper than them."

The smell of blood in the air was nauseating.The boy took a deep breath and retched.

"Cut, it's disgusting. The undead are really the most disgusting maggots in the world. It's fine to kill them, but they are still spreading plague and blood after death. It's really worrying, if we encounter at the beginning of our adventure The Awakened have already developed such a strong resistance to the Holy Light, so Jieshika, what are our chances of winning the battle? Shadow and death—do we have to rely on that kind of thing? I really don’t know how black What exactly is Gus' intention?"

"No one can tell for sure. In such a difficult bloody battle, I also fully felt my own weakness and humbleness. I used to think that the legendary sacred artifact such as the Pride of Neta could purify all evil and darkness. It's just that I thought It's just too much."

Jeska lightly stroked the golden texture of the cross, and put it on his back again.

"This battle doesn't need it anymore, and I don't need it anymore. Those slaughtered gods of death are enough to solve all the remaining awakened ones. As for the Higgs you mentioned, and his believers, I don't know how Let me help you analyze it. I, who also know nothing, can’t figure out the intention of that god. He represents nothingness, cold, silence, darkness—do you think you can control any of his thoughts?”

"and--"

"You don't need to try to figure out what adults are thinking. Rui no, young man."

The black figure that was completely different from the one he was familiar with emerged from the nothingness.

He is Colin Manche.Although the face under the hood is still calm, it does not contain any emotional fluctuations.You can't feel his thinking activities, you can't feel any wandering body temperature, his eyes and expressions are hidden in the bottomless darkness, and what you see is only what he wants you to see A little bit of truth.

And his hesitant to speak, what does it represent?
"Manche—"

"To be precise, that's not my name. My real name is Isa de Leago. The leader of Kurst, the head of the Wood Federation Council. However, in this era, it seems that there is no Federation Council anymore."

He shook his head slightly.At this moment, he has put away the "black knife", and the terrifying black flame has no intention of igniting.

But it doesn't feel easy.

"I see. Mr. Dleague, your two compatriots, who are still fighting—they are also the two leaders of Kurst."

"Yes, Your Highness Headhunter. As for their names, I will discuss them with you after the rest of the livestock are dealt with. But before that, I have an unkind request."

"What? A request? It really pissed me off. Mr. Agu just said it - no matter what orders Mr. Higgs gives, I will follow them."

The boy had a bad premonition, which made his hair stand on end and his limbs tremble.Confronting Higgs doesn't frighten him, but somehow his men feel panicked and terrified.

I hope it's not too much to ask——

"I beg you, let me investigate something about you."

"what?"

"Your—shadow. A shadow overflowing under the bloody light. There are many things I need to know hidden in it."

He smiled slightly, and immediately raised his black robe slightly, pointing his old fingers at the young man's feet.

"About—our past, and our future."

"Kurster.?!"

Attracted by the smell of blood, the vulture screamed excitedly.

He is still smiling.

(End of this chapter)