Calamity Game: Cleanup Man? No I'm The Villain

"What's the meaning?"

"Mr. Owl, you have already left the hunting ground, probably in the recent period." Uriel said surprisingly.

What he said made Yan Feichen frown. If Mr. Owl could enter and leave the hunting ground at will, then the development of the situation would be changed.

"I don't need to lie to you. You can dive into the lake below to see what is there." Uriel stretched out his hand and pointed to the lake behind him.

Of course, Yan Feichen did not take the initiative to enter, but sent a Kraken in.

A few minutes later, the Kraken resurfaced, and with it came the dead Leviathan.

"Could it be..." Yan Feichen was suddenly a little surprised.

"That's right, it's also a feeder, and it's a feeder that just died... As you can see, there are now nine feeders here. Don't be surprised, I'm just like you."

"What's going on?" Yan Feichen asked in a deep voice.

The development of the situation has exceeded his expectations, and he probably needs to re-plan his next plan.

"I also want to know what's going on, but I can't answer your question except for the person involved." Uriel shrugged.

During the time he returned to the shore, he finally thought of who had similar power, Mr. Owl.

If there is anyone in the entire hunting ground, or in this world, who can do such a thing, there is only one answer left for Uriel.

Combined with all the things that happened before, Uriel's trust in Mr. Owl suddenly fell to the bottom.

"Honestly, I'm ready to retire from the hunting ground after finishing off the eater this time, and I have no intention of continuing to be your enemy." Uriel said, holding three throwing knives in his hand and a dark green Take out the vial.

"This is an item that can ignore the contract to kill you under certain conditions, and Mr. Owl specially gave me a container to collect your blood after killing you."

At this time, the surprised person was not only Yan Feichen, but the sniper.

Neither Uriel nor Mr. Owl had ever mentioned the small dark green bottle to her, and her face darkened for a moment.

"Ahem, cough, I will explain this to you later. It's my fault that I didn't tell you of its existence." Uriel looked at the face of the sniper and immediately explained.

"This thing is also a prop that can bypass the contract and kill you." The sniper glanced at Uller and took out a pistol with a weird shape.

Seeing its shape, Yan Feichen knew that his guess was right. When he invited the opponent to practice, the sniper was indeed correcting his shooting habits.

Although accepting all these two things, it doesn't mean that Yan Feichen will just let them go.

"I think you still need to go with me, what do you think?" Yan Feichen said.

"I've already given you something, what else do you want?!" the sniper asked excitedly.

"I think, let you attack me..." Yan Feichen said something that surprised both Uriel and the sniper in front of the two of them.

...

"Ping! Pong!"

In the forging room of the hunting ground, Monton swung his sledgehammer, trying his best to forge the weapon in front of him.

He can guarantee that, apart from Yan Feichen's 'Armor of the Eater', this is probably the most carefully crafted weapon he has ever forged in his life.

Its shape is a bit weird. If you want to say what weapon it most resembles, it is probably the spike.

Of course, this is only its current appearance, and the forging is still going on, even Monton who forged it is not sure what shape it will turn into when it is finally completed.

All he can do now is keep heating, swinging the hammer, over and over again.

And he worked so hard to forge this weapon with only one very simple and pure purpose, to kill his old friend, Mr. Owl.

"Old friends, we have promised each other that when one party moves towards extremes and abandons the original heart of human beings, as the existence of mutual restraint, one party will hit the other party. Kill, this is our agreement, and now, I will carry it out..."

"Ping! Pong!"

The sound of the hammer falling is like the hands of a clock. When it stops moving, it is also announcing the end of a century-old friendship.

Every time a hammer fell, Monton would recall a part of it, the memory that was a hundred years ago. He had never looked like this at that time, and of course, so did his old friends.

...

"Ha..." Mr. Owl in the monitoring room suddenly opened his eyes, and he seemed to have fallen into a deep sleep.

He had a dream, dreaming that he was fighting with a giant crow. In the end, the giant crow carried a strangely shaped weapon, pierced his chest, and took his life away.

At the end of the dream, he clearly saw who made the weapon that pierced him, and he was too familiar with the steel pattern on it.

"Why do I have such a dream? No... No, why did I fall asleep? I should, I haven't fallen asleep for a hundred years... Am I going to lose control of it?"

Mr. Owl lowered his head, looked at his palm and couldn't help muttering to himself.

Looking at the palm prints reflected in the palm, and the fingerprints spread out by rotation, he couldn't help but feel a little at ease, at least his roots are still there...

But what he didn't see was that in the image reflected on the dark surveillance screen, his furry owl head was staring at a stretched wing, which was not a human hand at all.

Mr. Owl stretched his fingers a few times, which made him feel comfortable.

And in the reflection of the image, he was just shaking his arms that had turned into wings.

"This dress...is a bit tight." For some reason, he tugged at his collar in discomfort. He actually felt that this dress was a bit narrow and couldn't satisfy his body.

"Why should I be bound by such a thing?" A thought came to his mind.

His body moved with his heart, thinking like this, he stretched out his wings, and tore up his unchanging dress, revealing the body covered by the clothes.

It was a body covered with feathers like a head.

As the clothes were torn, the surrounding Mr. Owl felt that everything around him was becoming narrower, and his vision was gradually expanding.

At this moment, in the reflection of the monitor, a huge owl is spreading its wings wantonly.