Blood of the Hunting God

……

He remembered.

He remembered his promise and the result he got.

The wife who wanted to find her husband was killed by the animalized residents, and the hunter husband who witnessed his wife's death went mad and collapsed, and was captured by the chaos in his blood.

When the hunter found the other party, the other party could no longer turn back.

The hunter remembered the man's name.

Father Gascoigne.

A veteran hunter who uses bandages to cover his pupils that are gradually turning into beasts, and fights with long axes and guns.

Fell into desperate madness and completely twisted into a monster, and after a life-and-death fight with the hunter, the beast turned into a werewolf, and was finally killed by the hunter. This man who once fought side by side.

After this, the hunter returned the relics of the couple to the girl, the girl who waited for the return of the parents.

……I remembered.

...remembered the ending of the story.

The stinky blood covered the mask, and even the breath was tainted with a foul smell.

The twisted monster kept roaring, no, not the roar of a monster, but the roar of a pig.

Why did that child go to the cemetery alone to find his parents?

And why, when I found her after all my hard work, she had already been devoured to such an incomplete state that I couldn't even recognize her appearance?

【Roar! ! ! ! ! 】

In the furious roar, it was the huge monster that was already on the verge of its limit, stretching out its limbs with all its strength, trying to catch the hunter in front of it.

Click!

Among the blood, a large number of limbs were cut off abruptly.

The hunter took a step and kicked the dying monster to the ground.

【Roar……】

The mournful voice resounded. After all, it was a beast. Even if it was driven crazy by filthy power, would it still be frightened when it was really near death?

The hunter raised the blade in his hand high, aiming at this deformed and terrifying twisted thing.

He seemed to see something.

I saw myself killing the giant pig entrenched in the sewer.

I saw myself taking out the little girl's blood-stained ribbon from the mouth of the giant pig, and holding out the child's body that had been devoured and digested until only a few wreckage remained.

The Hunter buried her with her parents, and he promised to reunite them, and they did.

In this ridiculous and sad way...

whoosh-

The blade swung down in the next moment.

And the monster struggling painfully under the hunter's feet was finally allowed to stop breathing.

【Flesh and dirty pig】

prey slaughtered

Chapter 44: Dolls and Girls

"Mr. Hunter..."

The calling voice did not call for an answer.

In the desolate and dilapidated tomb, the hunter shoveled out a small hole in the ground, put the three figures into it, and slowly filled it up.

"Mr. Hunter..."

A few steps closer, little

The girl stretched out her hand subconsciously, trying to hug the back of the hunter Xiao Se in front of her.

Then, as a matter of course, the finger just passed through a phantom.

What you see is just a phantom of what happened in the past, and it is impossible to change anything for granted.

This is what Mister Hunter has experienced.

Is it because of this experience that Mr. Hunter treats himself so well?

All the scenes in front of him gradually sank into darkness.

It's like an old movie that has played to the end. When the story ushers in the end of the end, there is only meaningless bleakness left.

only……

"Why am I seeing this?"

The little girl raised her head, talking to herself in a weak voice.

"Why, do I see Mr. Hunter's past?"

Taking a step forward, he unconsciously walked forward in a confused mood.

Then, at the end of the darkness, she saw the faint light that seemed to guide her.

"Hey?"

It seemed to see the figure in the darkness.

Tall and thin, he held a dimly glowing lantern, looked at him from a distance, then turned around and walked towards the dark distance.

"Please, please wait!"

After a moment of stupefaction, it was Abigail who took a step forward and trotted after her.

The other party can see themselves.

The girl could feel this from the moment they looked at each other just now.

The figure holding the lamp in the dark is not a phantom left over from the past, but a real individual in this dreamlike world.

Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding Ding

The music box sounded leisurely, and the sound echoed in the darkness, as if accompanied by the sound of children laughing.

The girl took a step and ran, running hard towards the front.

The faint blue light is getting closer and closer, like the light emitted by the lantern in the hunter's hand. It makes people feel peaceful and soothing, as if they can sleep right away, and no longer need to worry about danger and lost light.

"here it is……"

Among the swaying white petals, what appeared in front of my eyes was the building that had collapsed after being burned by the fire, leaving only dilapidated ruins of the building.

Pieces of tombstones stand in fragments among the grass and trees, the road that was originally paved with gravel has been completely covered by weeds, and there are slightly decayed railings in the distance, isolating the endless clouds.

What has been abandoned, what is about to dissipate, a small piece of world.

"Is this the place where Mister Hunter has been?"

Blinking, the little girl inexplicably felt a sense of security at this moment.

Even though it has already been shattered and destroyed, the tenderness of the past has not dissipated, as if there are still many things vividly visible, waiting to be discovered.

Abigail jumped over the overturned wheelchair in front of her, walked among the piles of rubble and vegetation, passed through half-collapsed things like flower pots, and walked among the fragmented tombstones.

Some small white things about the size of a human palm emerged from the ruins one after another, carefully and curiously watching Abigail who was walking among them.If she felt something, the girl turned her head to look at these little things, but they hurriedly hid to avoid her gaze, as if they were afraid of her existence.

Then, the girl found something special.

Among the dilapidated ruins full of weeds, in front of the dilapidated ruins that had been burned by fire, a girl was sitting quietly against a wall of earth.

"It's so beautiful."

Abigail couldn't help showing a surprised expression when she first glanced at it.

The fair skin seems to be shining with luster, the long white hair hangs down from both sides, matched with the elegant clothes and the hat decorated with flowers, it looks like an intellectual and beautiful noble girl is closing her eyes and resting her mind.

No, no, not humans.

Abigail then noticed the other's exposed hands, the jointed fingers that belonged to a doll.

This big sister-like person is actually a doll! ?

"It feels... so realistic..."

Taking a few steps closer cautiously, he stretched out his hand and poked the other person's face.

Well, that's right, it's made of wood, and it's solid.

It's amazing, you can actually make the doll look like a real person, and the clothes look very expensive.Is the master who made this doll a person who likes dolls?Or, is this puppet expressing his emotions?

The girl who fell into deep thought suddenly saw the opened eyes of the puppet, and they looked at her.

"Wow!"

Abigail, who was startled, fell on the spot and let out a scream.

wow-

Weeds and dead branches made a soft sound as the puppet got up.

The hand that stretched out lightly, the hand of the doll stretched out towards the girl who fell to the ground.The puppet girl bent down like this, and stretched out her hand to Abigail calmly.

【I have been waiting for you for a long time, the girl who is accompanying the hunter now】

"wait for me……"

After a moment of sluggishness, it was Abigail who stretched out his hand towards the doll after a little hesitation.

Gently, the puppet moves gently

Pull Abigail up.The wooden hands have a cold and stiff touch, but compared to the touch, how the inanimate doll moves is more curious to the girl, but there are more important issues now, so I haven't had time to pay attention That's it.

"Human, Ms. Doll, have you ever met Mr. Hunter?"

Raising her head to look at this rather tall puppet, even a head taller than the hunter, Abigail asked cautiously.

[Yes, this is the hunter's dreamland, the former harbor and former home of the kind hunter]

In the gentle and delicate voice, there is a calm answer from the puppet.

"Then why did this place become like this?"

Ruins, nothing of value left, a deserted remnant.

How can such a place be called "home"?

【Because the hunter has already left this endlessly repeated nightmare to find the real salvation】

A soft, tinkling music-like sound.

The face of the doll still has a peaceful expression, does she have other expressions?The little girl has no way of knowing.

"I do not really get it……"

【A good hunter, the past he has forgotten is still in the mist】

【Even now, this forgotten world has only been reconstructed from bits and pieces of wreckage】

【I was born in a dream, and I can no longer be by the side of the kind hunter, and I can no longer help the hunter who is far away from the dream】

In the soft voice narrating, the puppet is always watching the ignorant Abigail gently.

[Welcome to wakefulness in the cycle, be bewitched to become the puppet of the nightmare, ascend to the position of god in the pale blood, the kind hunter has gone through all the roads.However, he still has people he can't save, and he still has things he can't save]

[He finally broke the cycle, broke the nightmare that had been repeated for countless times, and then, he left here, and walked towards a brand new world with a reborn weak body]

[Lovely girl, you like hunters, you hope to be the help and backing of hunters, you hope to help him, this is your wish, right? 】

Gently, bending down, the puppet held the girl's white hands.

"Hi, hi, like... I, I really hope I can help Mr. Hunter (whispers)..."

Although she became flustered because she was asked about the girl's thoughts, Abigail, who was fairly honest by nature, still spoke out her true thoughts after a little hesitation.