Mysterious Hunting Ground

Chapter 97. The Soul Returns to Midian
A bloody and dark den.

The Stone family was collectively shocked by the snake-haired man's profound expression, and there was longing and a sense of belonging in his eyes.

"So we are nocturnal species!"

But Dean noticed that the progress of the investigation was stuck at 70.00% and did not move. Knowing that it was time, he quietly retreated behind the five "family members", and glanced coldly at their defenseless vitals.

Reach into your arms.

Buckle the cold gun in the armpit holster.

Nobody noticed.

He drew his gun and aimed it at the back of Layton's head.

……

"Remember, young man, we will all return to Midian in the future!"

"And I, Westen, are just one of the weakest among the countless nocturnal species in Midian."

The snake-haired man's ending sound landed.

Bang bang bang!

The bullet emptied.

Sparks flicker.

Four ear-piercing gunshots sounded suddenly in the closed secret room.

The air was still for a moment.

Immediately afterwards, there was a continuous sound of heavy objects falling to the ground.

Layton, Shannon, Perun, and Hedson, a family of four, the four hunters had a big hole in the back of their head, and fell silently on the dirty ground covered with bones, excrement, and rotting flesh.

At the moment before death, the shocked expression was still on his face.

Only Christine on the far left turned her head when she heard the gunfire. She saw the expressionless brother who drew his gun and shot furiously, the fallen relatives, the flames from the muzzle, and the surging white smoke. .

"No!"

The woman wailed heart-piercingly.

Dean squeezed the trigger coldly and shot him in the head.

A ball of blood gushed out of her pretty face, and her body also fell backwards.

The red lips are slightly parted, and the blue eyes are round and full of despair, pain and doubt of being betrayed by relatives!

But she never got an answer, and she died.

……

"You killed Leighton Stone, Shannon, Perun, Hedson, Christine... proficiency +5*5.

Shot lv2 (4 → 29/300),
……

The sudden killing came to an end in the blink of an eye.

And the snake-haired man standing on the pile of bones was stunned for a second by the cruel accident, his figure flashed, and he launched a death charge towards Dean.

Terrifying pressure and a foul-smelling gust of wind rushed to his face.

But Dean didn't change his face, the ghost armor protected his whole body, calmly holding the gun with both hands, and repeatedly pulling the trigger.

Boom!

Only ten meters apart, both bullets hit the snake-haired man in the face.

It didn't dodge at all, or didn't bother to dodge. After being shot, it didn't see a half-stop, like a running rhinoceros slammed into Dean, knocked him off the ground, and flew back like clouds and fog...flying into the abyss The dark corridor.

"You, damn it!"

The hoarse and gloomy voice echoed repeatedly in the corridor, causing the ceiling to tremble.

The snake-haired man casually snapped off the two bullets inlaid on his cheekbones and forehead, and his snake hair crazily burrowed into the skin of his side face as if he had come alive.

"I'm going to tear you into pieces!"

Hissing and growling, it chased in,

……

Ghost A shared most of the impact for Dean, and the remaining strength failed to cause damage.

The moment he landed on the ground, he braced his hands, the muscles and fascia under the suit frantically agitated, and he jumped up and ran out of the corridor.

The two tentative shots just now made him realize the gap. Gorgon's bones are harder than steel plates. It is really unwise to fight this guy in narrow secret rooms and corridors.

He must create favorable conditions for himself and change the battlefield.

Running in the dark, short of breath.

A previous doubt came to mind.

In a luxurious and luxurious old house, the four walls are closed to prevent sunlight.

And the Stone family of cannibals is not afraid of the sun.

The snake-haired man also calls himself a nocturnal species!
……

With this in mind, Dean quickened his pace and sprinted towards the bedroom at the end of the corridor.

There's a shuttered window!

Sensitivity and strength exploded at full strength, and Dean used his hands and feet together, like a cheetah galloping at full speed, so fast that it brought out a faint afterimage.

Tata!
But the footsteps of the pursuers are getting closer and closer, and the pressure of death is like a shadow.

……

At a certain moment, in the narrow corridor, the distance between the pursuer and the fleeing person was shortened to 20 meters. The "shadow" on Dean's shoulder suddenly flew back towards the hideous snake-haired man, and the moment it touched his body, it turned into a twisted ball The mist drilled into its nose and throat, choking its breathing holes!
Change shape and attack the fragile respiratory organs in its body!

The snake-haired man felt a strong sense of suffocation and piercing pain, his sprinting body suddenly stopped, and as his chest heaved, a gleam of surprise flashed in his almond-shaped vertical pupils.

Then he covered his chest and throat and opened his bloody mouth!
roar!

There was an earth-shattering roar, dust and gravel fell from the ceiling, and the murals on both sides wriggled as if alive.

The invisible sound wave turned into a sharp blade, cutting the "shadow" in the center full of holes.

In just two seconds, the translucent figure of "Shadow", which has faded a lot, flew out of the target's body and floated outward.

The sense of suffocation disappeared, and the gorgon continued to chase. It rushed out of the dark corridor and entered the dimly lit bedroom.

At a glance, Gru Stone, who killed five family members in a row, didn't run away again.

Standing by the wall on the left hand side, looking at it quietly.

The blue eyes shrunk into slits and shot out a playful light, his lips parted in a sarcastic arc, and his handsome face was full of disdain.

"Come on, cannibal bastard!"

"A traitor who was kicked out of the house."

"There is a waste that can't go home."

"Maggots lingering in dirty corners."

"I will send you to hell with my own hands!"

Bang bang bang!
Dean changed the magazine and pulled the trigger continuously. The bullets hit the snake-haired man's arms that seemed to be crossed in front of his shield, bursting out clusters of sparks.

"Hell can't tolerate me, and heaven won't accept you. We are all monsters. Let me help you out." The snake-haired man flicked a few bullets from his skin, his eyes glowed red, and when he raised his hand, a sharp The bone spur pointed at Dean and rushed over.

Swah——

The short distance of five or six meters is less than half a breath away.

Before it charged, Dean was already short and swooped to the right.

A red light flashed in front of his eyes, and the fishy wind passed by.

Then his back felt cold, a hole was torn in his suit, and a wound like a baby's mouth appeared on his latissimus dorsi.

Swah——

The snake-haired man shook off the blood droplets on the bone spurs with a wave of his hand, and turned around like lightning. The bone spurs squirmed under the skin at the elbows, wrists, knees, and ankles. They turned around in unison, and the gleaming tips pointed at Dean on the ground. The body is like a hill, pressing towards him.

With a crisp bang, "Shadow" blasted away the wooden boards blocking the window behind the snake-haired man.

Sawdust and crystal glass shards flew in all directions, and the windows turned into huge holes connecting the outside!

The sunlight outside the house shone in, dispelling the haze and filth, and shining on the red-skinned back of the snake-haired man!
"Wow!"

A scream pierced my heart.

The snake-haired man froze in mid-air just like that, his body curled up in pain, bursts of pungent blue smoke emitted as if melted by high temperature, and a strong smell of burnt barbecue.

Dean gritted his teeth and opened his arms and flew into the opponent's arms, hugged its waist with all his strength, and led it backwards into the open window.

Desperately pull it to the sun, outside the hole!

The glass shards refracted sunlight, igniting the dense snake hair on the back of the monster's head.

In the blue flames, the flaming little snakes writhed frantically and withered.

The seriously wounded snake-haired man frantically launched a counterattack,

With a whirring sound, he stabbed, elbowed, and kneed at Dean, and the bone spurs in his fists and feet exploded with a terrifying lethality that surpassed that of guns, and the ghost armor quickly faded.

But Dean always hugged each other's waist tightly and never let go.

The scorching sun continued to bake.

Flames ignited on the snake-haired man's side arms, his skin was chapped, and his back, which was bathed in the sun, was burned into a piece of coke.

It was furious and terrified to the extreme.

Grabbing Dean's shoulders with both hands, the huge force between life and death finally threw the parasite away, hit the wardrobe, slipped to the ground, and vomited a mouthful of blood.

It rushed to the safe secret room in the corridor in a panic.

Murderous intent permeates the heart.

Go back to heal your wounds, come out after the sun goes down, and kill this insidious hyena!

Eat him to pieces.

The hope of survival is at hand.

boom!
A muffled sound!
Its pupils shrank.

The stone door in front of him automatically closed to the left without wind.

Click click!

The thought force of pushing the door buckled two huge iron locks at the same time.

The key had long been left on the corpses of the Layton couple in the house.

……

Hope turned to despair.

The snake-haired man turned around angrily and weakly, and saw Dean bowed his back and bent his knees, holding the teardrop-shaped plank like a dagger!

The four eyes met, and the fire burst out.

come on!

Either you die or I die!
……

Dean rushed to the corner of the bedroom where the Gorgon was hiding.

He jumped onto the bed, jumped up, and turned around in mid-air again. His right arm swung sideways, and the plank in his palm poked towards the gorgon's right temple with inertia.

It's like a half-gymnastics move.

Superman's agility supports him to complete this movement cleanly and beautifully.

But the latter reacted surprisingly quickly. He waved his right hand to block, and the bone spur on his wrist collided with the plank, making the sound of gold and iron clanging. Dean used his strength to roll to the side, and got up with great peace of mind.

The snake-haired man's strength and speed were greatly weakened compared to before, not much higher than himself.

Its sun-burned injuries are still rapidly deteriorating!
Don't let him think too much.

The snake-haired man crossed his arms, and the bony spurs on his wrists and elbows rubbed a cross-shaped red light.

It seems to have four arms, carrying two pairs of double knives.

It slashed and stabbed Dean's body as quickly as lightning. It was two meters tall, with super long arms and thighs, allowing it to attack an astonishingly wide range. Every fierce swing exuded a plague-like smell. Rot.

There are not many corners in the bedroom that are forgotten by the sun.

It doesn't have much room to play.

However, Dean's small size of 1.8 meters has become an advantage.

When the fighting skills are activated, he skillfully dodges, rolls, and turns in a narrow space, or jumps onto the big violet wood bed, distances himself, defends and sometimes counterattacks, aiming at the gorgon's crotch, temple, neck, armpit.

Vicious and precise.

It's like a young and strong hyena constantly attacking a seriously injured and dying old lion.

Gold and iron clashed, and flames shot out at the place where the bone spurs and the shackles collided.

The two figures kept interlacing and separating, shaking sweat, hair and flesh all over the floor.

The double bed in the middle was unknowingly dismantled into a pile of rotten wood by the waving bone spurs, and big holes were broken in the floor.

The brutal melee combat took less than 20 seconds.

Dean kicked its crotch and slit its neck.

Sharp bone spurs were also on Dean's chest and abdomen, and bloody wounds were scratched on his arms.

But the snake-haired man's condition is getting worse and worse, and his flaws are exposed amidst the dust.

Dean jumped forward lightly and swiftly into the empty opening of his chest on tiptoe, swiped his arm obliquely, and opened its windpipe lightly.

Blood splashed out.

Sprayed Dean all over his head and face.

But he had no time to catch his breath.

Strong winds came from both sides.

The snake-haired man who was suffering from pain grinned with a scheming grin,

"Got you, little mouse."

With a sudden burst of astonishing speed and strength, he grabbed Dean's waist with both hands and pulled him into his arms. The bone spurs in all joints squirmed and aimed at his body.

The arms are encircled, and the legs are entangled backward like a python.

In an instant, Dean seemed to be bitten by a huge mouth with interlaced sharp teeth, and the huge force made him unable to break free.

But the ghost armor firmly blocked the bone spurs, and wrestled with the snake-haired man.

A trace of madness flashed across Dean's blue eyes, and he clasped the left eye of the snake-haired man with his left hand.
puff puff.

Blood splatter.

It was then thrown into the sunlight under the window where it caught fire and turned into fly ash.

At the same time, Dean's right hand clenched the plank and stabbed the gorgon's temple continuously, bringing out afterimages!

roar!

The snake-haired man roared and further retracted his arms, hugging Dean fiercely in his arms. Under the tremendous pressure, the translucent ghost armor finally completely collapsed and returned to the main body.

Lost the last line of defense.

Eight bone spurs passed through Dean's chest and out of his back, creating eight terrifying holes.

Dean was like a grilled fish being put on a harpoon, his body straightened instantly, and he bowed back.

Thick blood spurted from the eight springs on his body.

The pair of dyed red hugged the man and the monster tightly, making them look like a pair of lovers crucified to death for love.

But the bond between them is not love, but hate and madness!

The sudden severe pain almost knocked Dean unconscious, but his pain-sensing nerves had been tempered as hard as steel by the experience of mimicry many times.

With his face twisted, he launched three counterattacks tenaciously.

Pulling horizontally with the right hand plank, and then vertically stroked, a cross-shaped bloody gash was drawn on the thick and short neck.

The screaming snake-haired man hugged Dean in a circle, then fell back to the ground, dying.

The superimposition of vital injuries and sun burns finally exhausted its vitality.

Dean endured the severe pain, turned his body, and rolled it into the sunlight under the window.

wheeeeeeeeeeeee...

Thick smoke rose.

The snake-haired man's bloated and congested face ignited flames, his pupils dilated, his skin cracked, and other parts of his body also began to burn under the sunlight.

The scorching flames made Dean's short platinum hair curl, and his face began to scorch black.

He gritted his teeth and twisted his shoulders, thighs, and abdomen, and slowly withdrew his body from the terrifying bone spurs.

A few more shocking gushes of blood spewed out.

He sat against the wall weakly like a punctured water bag.

Blood pooled under his body, and his lips were pale.

The boundless cold came, but he didn't have the strength to tremble, and his consciousness and the picture in front of him began to blur.

The vitality quickly dissipated.

With one last thought, Dean lifted the mimic state.

The nearly broken body began to expand and contract strangely.

The pain replaced the weakness of the dying wound!
At the same time, a strong vitality injected into his body which was on the verge of drying up.

"So that's it, you're not Gru Stone." A faint voice that was about to disappear rang out. The snake-haired man turned his scorched face sideways, and his only right eye looked at Dean, who was rapidly transforming, " A stronger supernatural can destroy the supernatural,"

Only at this moment, when the two life-and-death enemies are paralyzed on the ground, can they have a chance to communicate,

"I'm human, and you are monsters, feeding on my own kind." Leaning against the wall, his knuckles growing like forked twigs, Dean glanced at him indifferently, his spine like a frightened feline Bending, voice trembling in transfigured pain, "We were born enemies."

"Haha! Impeccable moral standards, but how can human beings be more noble than monsters?" The snake-haired man seemed to have heard some big joke, and a piercing smile appeared on the corner of his scorched mouth, "I eat Why didn't you stop me and save that poor sacrifice?"

Dean struggled desperately to get up and give the monster a final blow to shut its stinking mouth, but every inch of his skin was cramping and he couldn't move.

The snake-haired man looked at him deeply, but there was no hatred or resentment in his eyes, instead there was a trace of approval,
"Your smell has shown that you kill people like hemp, and you are more like a monster than most nocturnal species that obey the iron law."

"Everyone I kill deserves to die." Dean leaned back against the wall, his body convulsed like building blocks, his blond hair turned into black hair, the blood hole on his chest disappeared, and his skin quickly returned to smoothness and integrity, as if he had never been injured.

拟形lv0(25/100)→（28/100）

"I smell a guilty conscience, and I can tell that you enjoy killing, just like just now, why do you have to endure so hard?"

"Killing doesn't need any hypocritical excuses or reasons, we kill as we want!"

"Throw away boring rules and principles, and embrace freedom."

The snake-haired man stared at his stiff face, his expression became softer, and he spoke a fable in a hoarse voice,

"Did you hear that? Midian is calling for you, and you will be reborn as me."

"No need to worry... Only a few weak nocturnal species are afraid of the sun."

puff.

Its neck was burned to ashes, and its ugly head rolled to the ground, making a listening expression,
And the burning one-eyed gazed at the dark void in the corner of the bedroom, as if seeing that haunting place, the withered lips opened and closed, stuttering but read a passage full of affection:

"God is in heaven."

"Oz is at the end of the rainbow."

"Midean is the paradise of monsters."

"our home…"

"The resting place of the soul..."

"I am back."

wow——

Suddenly a gust of wind blew in from the window.

That huge and frightening monster body burning with blue flames, like a sculpture that has been weathered for thousands of years, turned into ashes in an instant and disappeared with the wind.

Some kind of invisible substance flew into Dean's body, his vision blurred, and suddenly he saw a large group of strange faces with green faces and fangs smiling at him welcomingly.

……

"You caused most of the fatal injuries of the nocturnal species Westen, Westen died, the supernatural hunter launched, and you absorbed 1 point of strength."

Strength: 11.4 → 12.4.

breathe…

Completely restored to his original shape, Dean, who had recovered from his injuries, closed his eyes and felt the surging heat in his body, and the muscles under his skin were rapidly stretched and toughened, thinking about this dying poem.

A reminder flashed in his eyes.

You pretended to be Gru Stone, infiltrated his hunter family, met the god they hid in the secret room, and asked the other party's true identity—a nocturnal species from the monster paradise Midian.

Once again, you stood unswervingly on the "justice" standpoint of human beings, tried the Stone family by means of a sneak attack, and cleverly used sunlight to wipe out the nocturnal species that were driven out of the house.

You achieved your goal.

"God" is [-]% complete.

You can withdraw rewards at any time.

……

Dean's body trembled suddenly, and an indescribable sense of hunger welled up in his heart. Every cell seemed to be moaning, howling, and demanding nutrition.

He rushed out of the bedroom desperately and rushed to the kitchen!
……

(End of this chapter)