rune hunter

Chapter 323 Rune - Harvest
Warriors fight for honor, hunters hunt for survival, and they are also fighting. The most essential concepts of the two are completely different, and it is naturally impossible to reach a consensus.El was once wavering and confused between the two, but he finally chose a path that belongs to him alone.

Legend has it that in the barbaric era, the troll tribe that once occupied the western land were natural hunters. They are usually more than two meters tall, and their iconic appearance features are long ears and fangs. They are agile and have the ability to quickly regenerate their bodies.Trolls are cruel by nature, and they especially like to hunt other humanoid races, even their own kind, so they are also called trolls.

The troll tribe worships the ancient evil gods, and the troll warriors gifted by the gods will hang the skulls of the enemies on their bodies and absorb the power of innocent souls to strengthen themselves.Mighty enemy skulls are the crowning glory of troll warriors who hunt for honor and fight for plunder!
Because of the long history, this barbaric race gradually withdrew from the stage of the earth and disappeared into history.It has long been impossible to verify the truth of the legend, and El only learned some bits and pieces of knowledge about trolls in the tower of Master Stephen, but at that time he did not realize that the path he chose in his subconscious was actually the same as that ancient troll. Races are surprisingly similar.The runes he mastered and the abilities he displayed were almost all the talents of the troll race.

Rapid regeneration, potential stimulation, one hit, increased damage, bloodthirsty rage... These are all racial talents that troll warriors dream of. Ordinary troll warriors only have two or three of them at most, but El actually has these Take it all for your own use.In this outbreak of crisis, the new rune awakened from his hand also continued this path.

The thirteenth rune, named Diva, means harvest, and the ability of the rune - devour the soul!
Looking at the unknown substance exuding red and white light in the palm of his hand, El felt enlightened.The Highgnan in front of him is a counterfeit product that has been transformed, so this thing can never be the real soul.Although the nature of this thing is not confirmed, El can feel the power that exists in it under the induction of the harvest rune.

With a movement in his heart, the rune in his hand flickered for a while, and the substance emitting red and white light suddenly dimmed.At the same time, a stream of heat flowed from the palm of his hand, quickly injected into the body along the arm.El's body shook, and he felt as if he was suddenly carrying a fifty-pound burden on his back, but the pressure disappeared in a blink of an eye, and even his body seemed to break free from some kind of shackles, as if soaked in hot water The whole body is also warm, and every pore is stretched.

A gust of wind blew up behind him, and the huge wooden club in the hands of the ogre chieftain crashed down. Its momentum and strength could be compared with that heavy blow from Hagnan just now.This time El also didn't dodge or evade, and he didn't even control his wings to fly, let alone look back.

After a loud noise, the ogre chief found that his wooden stick had failed to fall. He poked his head out to look under the wooden stick in doubt, and saw that the human boy with his back turned to him was hitting it with only one hand. He held his wooden stick firmly.The ground under El's feet exploded just like before, and both of his legs sank at least [-] centimeters into the ground, but he himself was not harmed, and instead grabbed the wooden stick thicker than his own head!

In just a few breaths, his strength unexpectedly increased to the point where he could confront the ogre chief head-on!
"This is...Hignan's power...is that so?" El raised his head, looked at his arm, and nodded to himself.It turns out that the so-called devouring soul refers to absorbing power from the enemy's soul for his own use.But this borrowed power does not belong to him after all. After blocking the blow just now, he clearly felt that one tenth of that power had been consumed.

Seeing that the attack was ineffective, the ogre chief let out a cold snort, his body suddenly swelled up, and his skin gradually turned gray.The stick just now was just his normal power. As a race favored by the God of the Earth, he can still use the power of the Earth when facing powerful enemies.

Although most ogres have some defects in their mental development, the chief Groom is not one of them. He has the decision and execution ability commensurate with his status.After the blow failed, the chief immediately revealed his biggest hole card, and directly cast the rock skin.

However, the change of the rock skin is not instantaneous, after all there is still a gradual process.Just as he was just beginning to petrify, Al suddenly slashed his club with a backhand, and then punched him in the stomach.

Compared with El's fist, the big belly of the ogre chief was as big as an orange and a soybean, but the soybean was extremely hard.El's fist carried the power from Hagnan, and his entire arm was almost sunk into the ogre's belly, forming an exaggerated depression on his belly.If it weren't for the toughness of this belly comparable to that of a rhinoceros, this punch would be enough to kill an ogre.

The ogre chief's eyeballs popped out instantly, his mouth grew wide and he retched silently.His belly looked soft but full of toughness, and the fat inside was the best defense, but he didn't expect the opponent's fist to be so heavy, and his internal organs began to twitch involuntarily.

The huge impact of power suffocated the ogre chief's body. Before he could recover, El jumped up and flew in front of him, holding the wind mark high and slashing down with his knife, splitting his head. .Compared with the steel and iron bones of the Hercules Hagnan, the rocky skin of the Ogre Chieftain is still a bit weaker in terms of defense.Although the ogre race is known for its recovery ability, this ability obviously has no room for use in front of Fenghen.

El stretched out his hand and grabbed a mass of the same red and white substance from the ogre's cranial cavity, held it in his palm, turned and walked away.He was in no mood to honor the enemy.These phantasms were dead as they were, not worth his time and attention.

After obtaining the flying ability of Little Langa, El didn't dare to fly into the sky like this. He originally had this idea, but when he saw the huge spider limb protruding from the dark clouds, he immediately dispelled this unrealistic idea .Although I don't know if this illusion can simulate a real gold rank powerhouse, fighting and massacre are completely different things, and he has no interest in being a victim of the latter.

Although he didn't dare to fly too high, after having two pairs of cicada wings, El's movement speed in mid-air immediately increased several times.After crossing a street, he saw the shadow councilor Quesalas with a gloomy face, waiting for him standing on the rooftop.As soon as that guy waved his hand, the sky suddenly became cloudy, and a huge snowstorm was about to fall.Er suddenly lowered his head, revealing the jewel on Little Langa's forehead, and the light of the secret sword pierced the sky again.Countless magic barriers unfolded around Quesalas, weakening the power of the secret sword layer by layer to the extreme, and finally only an ordinary light remained.

Taking advantage of this opportunity, El has already rushed through the blockade of Quesalas, leaving him far behind.Although this person can be called a strong enemy, he is not interested in entangled with him for the time being.

Although according to the theme of this illusion, it seems that he is constantly transforming his former enemies to hone himself, but El doesn't think he should act according to the prescribed routine.Now he vaguely grasped the true meaning of the Silver Secret Realm.The so-called unique path is simply the self.

I am me, I have my persistence, I have my choice, this is my own path!
Once upon a time, he was one of the mortal beings, a fish and shrimp drifting in the river of fate, occasionally jumped out of the river to look at the scenery ahead, but after all, he was still lost to all living beings and could not change the direction of the river.

But now, rushing up the shallows, onto the bank, he saw the land in front of him.There is no road on land, only you can find your own way.No one knows where the end of this road will lead, but at this moment, he has evolved into a completely different existence from the river fish.

Since this is my heart, it should obey my will and not be manipulated by outside noises!El let out a firm roar in mid-air, and the surrounding illusion space suddenly accelerated the speed of decomposition.The coercion of the golden rank that was originally condensed in the sky is gradually disappearing at this time, which also means that the illusion's restraint on him is weakening.

There was only a straight road left on the ground, and all the ruins and walls automatically gave way to both sides.Among the burning ruins, El saw familiar figures, either enemies or friends.Perhaps because they sensed his constant changes, these phantoms did not attack again, but just watched him move forward silently.

Seeing that the goal he was looking for was in front of him, but his sight was blocked by a wall.At this time, El, who had not turned on the insight rune, could not see the situation behind with his naked eyes, but naturally he had no scruples when he got here, so he rushed forward and smashed the wall down with a punch.

Although he had guessed in his heart what he would see at the finish line, his craziest idea was to let the Sword Master of the North Wind stand at the finish line in women's attire and present himself with a medal for passing the level.Originally, he thought that he was mentally prepared to deal with various situations, but what he saw still made him speechless in an instant.

At the other end of the wall was an ancient guillotine, on which the little maid Tika was tied, her neck stretched under the blade.Her body was shaking and she looked like a poor kitten.

Tika's state did not exceed El's expectations. What really shocked him was the executioner standing by the guillotine.

The long moon-white hair poured out from the blood-red cloak. The girl who was as beautiful as a water lily under the moon turned her head, waved her hand and smiled slightly: "Long time no see, Mr. El."

(End of this chapter)