Aura Hunter

This time, Ye Chen didn't get into the arduous and hard battles he faced with Geji, Banibei, and Ulopati, and had to rack his brains to find a trace of life in the cracks of death.

On the contrary, through an extreme and unreasonable ultimate move, he used the domineering attitude of single force subduing the Tenth Society. Crush them all to slag!

The "farce" ended neatly, Ye Chen took a deep breath, turned and looked up at his colleagues above, and then jumped back to the shore vigorously.

His face was full of exhaustion, but the pure black windbreaker had no obvious scars. It was obviously just because of his moves that he suffered a lot of mental exhaustion.

"I'm sorry."

However, back in front of the seniors, Ye Chen's first sentence was a sincere apology.

"I failed to stay alive."

The five Master hunters fell into silence after hearing this.

Next, everyone, look at me, I look at you, and look at Ye Chen with a serious face, and then he shook his head and laughed with a shocked face, thinking of the person in front of him. "Houlang" is really shocking to the extreme...

Although Ye Chen failed to stay alive, his seniors captured the rest of the clowns alive, and then It was the beginning of a brutal torture.

However, these captives of the 5th layer nightmare realm are not only in awe, but also feel no pain, and they are not even afraid of medicines such as Veritaserum, it is completely difficult to communicate, and ordinary torture methods are basically It doesn't work.

The hunters spent most of the day trying to get the message "The Clown and the Butcher haven't found the abyss yet", but couldn't accurately locate the base camp of the Joyous Theater.

So everyone decided to bring these unlucky bastards back to the headquarters for a deeper intelligence interrogation.

As a result, the hunter Squad had just arrived at the Holy Light Pure Land by manipulating the "air train", and these prisoners of the Happy Theater suddenly died of poison.

It seems that some kind of magic spell is set on them. Once they enter the territory of holy light, the magic spell will demand the life of the bearer. Deliberately arranged insurance measures...

However, although the clown was not able to be retained, the results of the hunter squad's trip were still a great achievement, because they brought the train sub-disk to the I'm back.

In this way, the hunting group can study the "divine object" before it dissipates on its own, and maybe find other ways to detect the location of the Joy Theater... ...

As Ye Chen who completed this mission together, his reputation within the hunting group is like thunder piercing the ear , this breakthrough reached a new peak.

However, even so, Ye Chen from start to finish still maintains a humble and calm state of mind, and pursues step by step the realm that raises his strength to a higher level.

After all, the so-called clowns and butchers are just obstacles on the road, and the blood smith's biggest prey is always the abyss full of ugliness and sin.

In order to fulfill the original intention of revenge, Ye Chen still has a long section of the road to walk.

So, he has to keep going, keep going.

Only in this way can Ye Chen feel at ease.

This is the ultimate goal of his life.

...

The old clock tower at Hunter's Peak.

The winter sun shines through the colorful flower windows and shines on the antique clock tower hall, followed by a backlit dust halo.

At this moment, a silver-haired one-eyed old man is sitting on the bench at the innermost side of the hall.

Close his eyes and listen to the "tick-tock" shaking of the old pendulum beside him, but his vicissitudes and aging face is full of peace and tranquility.

Kui Ze is savoring a unique piece of music...

A melodious piece of music played by a long river of time.

Listening to the passage of time, the old man's thoughts quickly returned to the memory of thousands of years ago.

Pictures of people and objects from the past, like paintings and portraits, began to be presented in front of his eyes...turning pages...dissipating.... ..

The feeling of nostalgia made Quezena's pair of metal fingers interlace subconsciously, and then began to rub slowly.

That's it, I don't know how long it took, his silver white single eye finally opened again.

At the same time, an old and yellowed portrait flashed into the old man's arms.

This is the treasure that Kuize has collected for three thousand years.

The content of the portrait is of two handsome young men in ancient hunter uniforms standing side by side.

The man on the left was expressionless, and seemed to exude icy coldness in his calm.

The man on the right, smiling and friendly, seems to be mysterious.

Looking at this ancient portrait of the two, the old man's single eye shone with light.

He stretched out his five mechanical fingers, cautiously touching the texture of the portrait and the man on the left.

"Number One, Thirlford, my only best friend..."

Then, Quize started muttering to himself.

"Everything is coming soon..."

He looked down at the portrait, and his vicissitudes of life suddenly burst into a bit of vigorous energy.

"Your wishes..."

"And your worries..."

"And my old The meaning of man struggling on whilst at death's door for three thousand years..."

The old man spoke softly, then raised his smiling face and stared at the old clock in front of him.

"All will come true, all will come true."

......

The Ash Bone Castle .

The director of the Pleasure Theater, alone sits on the throne of the palace.

The deep and dim eyes, through the brass-colored mask, locked on the Divine Vestige stone plate with infinite power in the palm of his hand, silent and thoughtful.

......

The tower tile roof of the mirrored world.

The butcher-hunter holding red wine, leaning on the edge of the stone tile, overlooking his beautiful city.

The young and handsome fake facial features are full of light called hope, looking forward to the destruction of all good things and the new life of all chaos.

......

A bottomless dark abyss.

A twisted pitch-black giant is lurking, half of its form is rapidly dissolving, and the other half is multiplying frantically.

Thousands of bloody mouths with fangs opened slightly towards the sea at the upper end, breathing resentfully, irritably longing, and rubbing greedily.

......

Holy sanctuary in the dome above the clouds.

A towering holy light giant is standing, the dawn of the world floats around it, and the brilliance of the sun and the moon is released by its breath.

My eyes are as numerous as stars, moving slowly from bottom to top, sweeping across the pure land, across the labyrinth, and across the purgatory.

......

And then, three years passed by.