Blood of the Hunting God

Abigail, who came over to sit down, looked sideways and asked in a low voice.

"

... (shakes head)"

As always, no different answer than before.

"That's it," showing a slightly discouraged expression, but immediately, Abigail let out a breath and showed a cheerful smile, "Then, I will continue to teach Mr. Hunter how to read. !"

Hunter: "...(showing the expression of the students who heard that the holidays are over and the school will start tomorrow)"

Chapter 3: God and Filth

The land bestowed by the gods, this is the name of this continent preserved in those damaged books.

In the ancient era that has passed thousands of years ago, the filth that descended from the starry sky destroyed everything. In order to protect the human kingdoms that believed in themselves, the gods separated the last continent that had not been occupied by filth from the planet, and led the survivors The survivors escaped from the endangered planet together and wandered in the universe.

It is under the gift and love of the gods that human beings can have a chance to breathe in the face of the irresistible horror and filth, and it is for this reason that human beings must be closely united with the gods, united in that guardianship like a father and mother. Human beings, the benevolent gods who coexist with human beings.

【Viniyard, Goddess of Harvest of the Earth】

【Twin Gods of Wisdom and Health-Wisdom Rosedihe and Healthy Gamal】

【The patron god of war and victory, Quissan】

【Mother Goddess of Reproduction and Peace Davedora】

【Creation God of Light Luo Sai】

The already defaced and broken text records the names of these ancient gods.

And this small town called Fengrao Town, and according to the records, the place that is now full of poisonous swamps and was called the Blessed Field in the past, are all places under the management of the goddess of the earth, Viniad.People live in forests and grasslands, grow crops under the guidance of the goddess, learn how to identify and use herbs, and are taught to love their family and friends, love everything in this world, and face life positively.

[Gods should not be revered by human beings and live high above the temples. We are so powerful, just like the lights in the dark, with the ability to guide others forward.And these lovely people are so similar to us, weak but with unlimited potential.They are like our children, and as parents and elders, we should live by their side, accompany them, guide them, so that while they grow up, we should also grow ourselves]

The slightly dilapidated text records the teachings of the God of Light, Rosey, for his children, Winiyadh, Rosedihe, Gamar, and Quissan.

This seems completely unreasonable. As the gods believed by human beings, these powerful beings eat and live with human beings, giving human beings all kinds of knowledge like teachers educating students, and spreading the values ​​of friendship and benevolence.

At least for the girl named Abigail, she was too shocked to speak after reading such an account.

"God, is there such an existence?"

In the past that has become blurred, he seems to be a believer in a certain sect.

The girl couldn't remember what the god she believed in looked like, but she was sure that it would never be someone who could be seen in life at any time, greeted with a smile, and carefully educated herself about various knowledge.

It's so good, just like the big sister next door, a gentle goddess who accompanies people like spring wind and rain.

Most of the dilapidated books are about the knowledge and various deeds taught by the goddess Viniyadh, from the identification of various plants, animal types to planting and breeding, etc., it can be said that there are countless.Of course, there are also many interesting stories about this goddess, such as teaching a group of children how to identify poisonous plants. After being tired, this goddess will dismiss get out of class early, take the children to the river to catch crabs and frogs, and teach the children How to whistle, how to make the thrown stones float on the water.

If you encounter difficulties and pray for help from the goddess, you will definitely get a response at any time. Sometimes when things are urgent and you don’t care about praying for a while, you can also get help by calling the goddess’ name directly without being blamed.The god named Winiyadh stands above the earth and can reach any place covered by mud in an instant. It is said that because of this, she is a goddess who is warm-hearted, whether helping the elderly to grind or caring for careless children. She has never refused to retrieve lost cattle.Of course, if you make a mistake, you will inevitably be criticized, and there have been several times when you have been preaching for more than ten hours.

"Like me, also have blond hair?"

A portrait of this goddess can still be found in the blurred page illustrations.

A slim woman with waist-length blond hair and green eyes walked in the fields with a gentle smile.

The little girl flipped through the yellowed pages of the book, looking at these vague records, she couldn't help yearning for the ancient era depicted in the book.

However, why has such a beautiful world become what it is today?

whoosh-

The cold wind blew in through the broken windows of the library, making Abigail shiver uncontrollably.

Under the gloomy and cold air mixed with foul smell, there is a dark, dark ruins of a small town covered by poisonous fog.There is no abundance in Fengrao Town, only countless deformed and bloodthirsty monsters wandering unconsciously in this abandoned land.

Can't see the gentle goddess, can't see the running children, can't see busy

The idle farmer can't even see a ray of sunlight.

Since I came to this place a week ago until now, I have never seen the sun even once. The eternal night hangs high above the sky, the stars are dotted, and I occasionally see the illusory moonlight, but it disappears quickly. Other than that Then there is nothing.

What's going on here?

Why is it like this here?

Does all this have anything to do with something called "filth"?

In the already dilapidated library, many books have already been damaged, and the rest can barely be read, and most of the text is so damaged that it cannot be read.

While the hunter was hunting in this night, Abigail tried hard to find books that were still in good condition in the library, and searched for valuable things from them.But today, after the girl moved a small table and padded her feet to pull out another book from the high bookshelf, the question in her heart was finally answered.

【filthy】

Unknowable of its origin, unknowable of its meaning, an invisible thing that spreads madness and terror.

According to legend, all these changes occurred on a night of a strange blood-red moon, when invisible filth fell from the starry sky, deforming and bloodthirsty creatures, distorting vegetation and land and overflowing with sepsis, and even the filth was still there. Rooted deep in the ground, all the way to the core of the earth, they are all dyed in pitch black and plunged into destruction.

Human will can't resist the power of filth, and even the most steadfast believers under the protection of gods will gradually become crazy in the battle against filth.

When this power swelled, even the gods could not resist its horror, so in the end, in order to protect the remaining human beings, the gods tore the continent from the planet and fled from the planet that had been completely eroded by filth.

Such a god-given land is the last refuge, the last ship, and the last home of gods and humans.

"Filth...what the hell is it?"

The little girl tilted her head in doubt and muttered to herself.

There are no answers in the books.

I searched many books and couldn't find the answer.

It's like... Even though they have escaped from the filth and those nightmares, people are still afraid of those things called [filth].

Fear that even the records are so scarce, there are only a few descriptions of historical events.

Is filth some kind of force that affects people's hearts?

Even the most ardent believers in the belief in the gods do not think that the gods can defeat this terrible enemy in the records.And in the records involving filth, the gods are always silent, unlike other records that often have the gods' own revision opinions.It seems that in the face of this horror that no one wants to talk about, even the gods cannot know its essence, and are also afraid of its distorted power, so they leave little information about it.

"So, is it the filth that made this town what it is today?"

Turning off the lantern with burning stones, rubbing her tired eyes from reading for too long, the little girl said a few words to herself, closed the book, and jumped off the high stool.

"Hey!"

The stool was a little high, and when Abigail jumped off, she subconsciously stretched out her hands to keep her balance, and exhaled from her mouth.But after doing this kind of action, the girl blushed immediately, looked around with a little guilt, and felt relieved after confirming that the hunter was not there.

Fortunately, Mr. Hunter didn't see his childish side.

The girl comforted her emotions from the bottom of her heart.

Since coming to this strange place, the hunter has silently assumed the role of protector, hunting monsters, hunting animals, searching for supplies, and providing a safe environment for Abigail, who is still a child, without asking for anything. s return.

Abigail could feel the warmth beneath the hunter's indifferent exterior, but she didn't want to just stay by the hunter's side as the given and the helped.Even if she can only help with a little bit of trifle, she still hopes that she can be of some use and can give back to that unsmiling hunter.

It is also because of this that the girl will work hard to flip through the books in this dilapidated library, trying to find valuable clues.

I found the records about the filth and the goddess Viniyadh today, and I will wait for Mr. Hunter to come back later, so I have to tell him well.

Crash-boom-

He heard the sound of the door on the first floor of the library, and the familiar heavy footsteps.

It's Mr. Hunter back!

Her ears moved slightly, followed by Abigail, who opened her eyes wide, trotted down the stairs, and ran towards the door.

"Mr. Hunter, Mr. Hunter, today I found something very important, today I——huh?"

Some little happy words turned into voices of surprise because of the pictures they saw later.

thump—

Tick-tick-tick-

The heavy steps that were taken, and the extraordinarily bright blood red color dripping on the ground.

The hunter helped a man who was covered with scars and looked extremely weak, and walked in from the door of the library.

"Ahem... hello, little girl."

The weak man smiled feebly, stretched out his misplaced hand and waved it as a greeting.

"I'm sorry to disturb your house a little bit. If you want to name it, you can call me Disma."

Chapter 4: Trust and Death

From hearing this strange man speak, to the other party introducing himself

Abigail successfully mastered the other party's language.

This is by no means an ability that can be explained by common sense. Although the little girl is sometimes a little ignorant of the world, she has been able to intelligently recognize that she definitely possesses some kind of unusual power.Something that seems to be related to knowledge, a unique ability to quickly learn all kinds of new things.

Are you born with it?Or is it a gift given to him by some kind of power?

I can't know, I can't recall, my past experience is blurred and I can't recall it, but at least for now, I have to make good use of my abilities.

"Tsk, it's really... embarrassing..."

The man who was already extremely weak, after introducing himself with all his strength, rolled his eyes and passed out completely.

It could be seen that the man was in critical condition at the moment. Abigail didn't know where the hunter brought him back, but she glanced at the meat saw in the hunter's hand, which was covered in bloodstains and pieces of meat. , I realized that this process will not be easy.

"Help him in quickly, Mr. Hunter, well, let's use the bed in the small room on the first floor."

Abigail, who immediately became serious, led the hunter into a door in the corner of the first floor of the library. This should be the place where the night watchman of the library lives, but it is now full of dust and dilapidated, and no one has been there for a long time. live.The place where Abigail and the hunter lived was mainly on the second floor, but when the hunter went out to hunt those monsters, the little girl who was idle also cleaned out this room, so it is still clean now.

The man who called himself Disma had short hair, wore a mask, and carried a short-barreled shotgun that looked real.It's just that there is blood all over his body now, and there are hideous wounds on his clothes, some of which are even festering, looking extremely terrifying.

"I'll be in charge of bandaging, leave it to me, no problem."

But after seeing such a bloody scene, Abigail did not flinch in any fear, her blue eyes were full of determination, she quickly brought some bandages and alcohol collected by previous hunters, and lifted the coma After removing the man's clothes, he skillfully began to treat the wound.

For the torn wound, I will temporarily sew it up with a needle and thread. The needle was collected by Mr. Hunter before. If the thread is used, I can replace it with my own hair.

After taking a few deep breaths, Abigail grabbed a few strands of her own hair, gritted her teeth, pulled off two or three strands, and threaded them into the needle holes at the end of the needle thread that had been sterilized with alcohol.

The wound was simply disinfected and then sutured. It was actually the first time for Abigail to do this kind of wound treatment, but she completed it in an extremely skillful way as if she had learned it without a teacher. suture.

The reason why this kind of thing can be done is very simple, because the girl found a medical book in the library before, and learned how to deal with wounds from it.

As long as you have read and learned something, you can use it in the most proficient way, as if you have practiced it countless times immediately after learning a certain knowledge, with this level of proficiency that even Abigail herself cannot explain cast out.

"In this case, it should be fine for the time being."

The little girl who had been busy for a long time wiped the sweat from her forehead.

pop- pop-

The hunter tapped Abigail on the shoulder lightly at this moment.

"Hey, Mister Hunter?"

Looking back, what he saw was the light shining through the eyes of the hunter whose face was covered.

Without speaking, the hunter just took a steel bar stacked here from the corner, bent it and passed it through the hands of the unconscious man on the bed, and fixed it on the bed.Afterwards, the hunter took off the pistol on his waist, loaded the bullet, opened the safety, and handed it to Abigail.

[There are some things following the blood, I have to deal with it]

[If this person is untrustworthy and too dangerous after waking up, don't hesitate to shoot him to death]

The hunter still didn't speak, but Abigail understood what he meant.

"Well, Mr. Hunter, please be careful, I will protect myself."

Nodding very firmly, the girl then bent her arms and made a gesture of puffing up her muscles. Although she didn't puff up anything, this imposing look softened the hunter's expression a lot.

He stretched out his hand again, and gently stroked the girl's dazzling golden hair. Even through thick gloves, the soft touch could still be clearly conveyed.Abigail narrowed her eyes subconsciously, raised her head slightly on tiptoe, as if she was enjoying the rare intimacy of the hunter at this moment.But soon, the solid feeling on the head disappeared without a trace. When I opened my eyes, I saw the hunter turned around and walked out of the house without looking back.

Please come back safely, Mr. Hunter.

Lowering her head, Abigail prayed in a low voice to the existence that she didn't know who it was.It's a little strange to say that she has forgotten the gods she believes in and the object of her prayers, but she still remembers the act of praying.Even though she didn't know who to pray to, making such an action was just for the girl to comfort herself and relax.

However, if it is Mr. Hunter, there will be no problem.

Since a week ago, since I came to this weird and terrifying world,