Blood of the Hunting God

"Applied on the weapon, melted into the bullet, or directly poured on the filthy monsters, as long as it is the blood flowing from her body, it can severely damage those monsters."

"However, blessings come at a price. From birth, Blanca's body is much weaker than her peers. And as she grows older, she will become weaker and weaker, and will eventually die young."

"Ha, in fact, she has already lived longer than her predecessors. The blood saint rarely lives past ten years old, and she is already 12 years old this year. Well, she is the same age as that little girl in your family."

"The reason is probably because she almost never draws blood for hunters to use. Her parents concealed Blanca's talent. The church should know the truth, but so far no

If anyone comes over to ask about this, heh, this is one of the few things that Malman does. "

While speaking, Blanca's blood mixed into the burning bottle, making the color of the oil in the burning bottle dark and strange.

"Next time she asks for your blood, don't agree to her."

"I beg you, Hunter, don't let her consume any more of your few days of life."

"She is already too weak, and every drop of blood drawn from her is hastening her death."

In the earnest voice, Disma looked at the hunter very seriously.

Under such gaze, the hunter could only nod his head slightly, although even if he didn't beg him so, after realizing Blanca's problem, the hunter didn't plan to ask her for blood again.To be honest, when Blanca drew blood before, the hunter at that time was actually unable to stop it in time because he didn't know what the other party wanted to do. Afterwards, it was because the girl had already drawn a tube of blood, and because it was impossible to inject it back, the hunter then I had to use it.

Wait, lose it back?

The hazy memory seems to have faint traces of recovery, but the hunter was confused for a long time, but he still couldn't remember anything.

This feeling of forgetting something very important, something that shouldn't be forgotten...

Rubbing his head, the hunter felt a little helpless for his memory.

"It would be great if you agreed. To be honest, I feel helpless for that girl who always wants to force herself."

With a slightly relaxed expression, Disma held the Molotov cocktail and looked at the three monsters stuck in the grotto that were fighting each other not far away.

"Then next, it's time to perform the hunter's responsibilities."

"After all, this is the way of justice."

The moment the words fell, the thrown Molotov cocktail erupted with intense flames, covering the three monsters in an instant.

When the special oil burns, it does not consume the oxygen it breathes, but some kind of substance mixed in the oil, perhaps blood?Speaking of which, no matter it was in the Molotov cocktail or in the blessing grease, the hunters had seen a blood-like mixture in it.

Where did this blood come from?

All in all, the next three people sat and waited for a long time, and Tardif and Disma even played two rounds of cards in the middle.It wasn't until the three monsters were completely burned to death that their bodies were almost charred that the three yawning hunters stood up again.

After the hunt is over, it's time to start the search.

None of the three present would miss such a moment.

Chapter 64: The Mystical Eye

The three hunters relaxed after making up every monster and cutting off their heads and limbs to confirm that they were all completely dead.

"Then, let's see what good things are here."

Disma, who said so, began to rummage through the box very simply.

"Hmph, I'm afraid you can't find anything and wasted bullets in vain."

Tardiff, who taunted, also began to rummage around.

Under normal circumstances, the areas within the Star God's Bulwark belong to the country's territory, so after discovering a special place, it is the proper behavior to report to the city hall.

But hunters don’t care about you. Once you find various places such as ruins and ancient tombs, as long as you confirm safety, hunters will definitely explore on their own first. If you have good things, you will put them in your pockets. Office report, and even simply pretended not to know the existence of this relic.

Disma and Tardif are obviously not sticklers, so they searched without hesitation.

Although this is not in line with the laws and regulations of the country of stars, who cares, if you don't sell some good things for a little money, you will be sorry for your hard work.

So, will the hunter join forces?

"Come and help us find it too. The three of us will share things together in a while. After all, it's our joint effort."

Disma waved to the hunter not far away and said.

Without hesitation, the hunter stepped forward in the next moment, and then began to rummage through the boxes.

The entire underground laboratory has not been entered for many years, and it is very dilapidated and full of dust, but for Disma and Tardif, searching in this kind of place is already commonplace, and it is easy, some hidden old ones They dug out the coins and test materials.

"It can be seen that the warlock left in a hurry, and he didn't have time to take these things away."

Picking up a silver coin and sniffing it closer, Disma showed a satisfied smile on his face.

"These things are probably recognized by professionals in the town."

Tardiff knocked on a piece of gray-purple ore, unable to recognize what it was, he finally shrugged and put it down.

Amidst the clattering sound of rummaging, these two guys pushed away the tables and chairs, lifted stones, and knocked on the ground. They didn't look like two hunter heroes, but rather like two robbers.

Especially Disma, this guy seems to be very proficient in looting. He easily found a large box hidden in the pile of stones, and took out a lock pick to open it in less than 2 minutes.

"Is this magic ore? Not bad, not bad, give it to Andre, that old guy might be able to make something good."

"I want these blunt iron stones, just to put something on my axe."

"Okay, okay, don't be in a hurry, we'll talk about it when we're done looking."

and look around

The two hunters who were extremely enthusiastic about finding the treasure were different. The hunter walked towards the table where the experimental records were piled up not far away.

Slightly, there are still some things that I care more about.

Wipe off the dust and put together the log sheets for those experiments.

Although I don't know the specific purpose, Hunter feels that these data records that record detailed pollution tests may be well used by some experts in this field of research.Although the data itself is the result of an extremely cruel or even anti-human experiment, the verification and correctness of the result itself may have some positive effects if it is applied properly. Of course, the premise is to find the right talent Can.

Anyway, according to Disma, with the style of the Star Town City Hall and the police station, this kind of thing must be burned and never kept.

After making a decision, the hunter put the experimental record data in his pocket.

Then, his eyes turned to some glass jars on the table, and finally stopped at one of the glass jars that looked slightly different in color from the surrounding ones.

The hunter's eyes met the one in the glass jar looking at him.

this thing……

He picked up the glass jar, opened the lid, and poured out the eyeball.

The cold and firm touch made the hunter understand that this eyeball is actually just a stone, but for some reason, as long as the eyeball is pointed at him, the hunter will have a feeling of being watched, as if this dark red stone eyeball is alive. the average.

Want to try it out?

Vaguely, the hunter felt that he might know how to use this thing.

No, it's not that I know it, but it tells me how to use it.

No, no, an eyeball made of stone, it's impossible to talk to yourself, right?

Consciousness seemed to become a little fuzzy for a brief moment, but soon, the hunter calmed down.He held this eyeball in his hand, and afterward, a certain kind of induction began to gradually reverberate in his body, connecting with the surging invisible echoes in his body.

Slightly, the hunter felt that the echo in his body was less.

The dark red eyeball in his hand lit up, the hunter raised the eyeball, and a blood-colored spot of light flew out, bombarding the top of the cave over a distance of hundreds of meters, and shot down in an instant. large rock formations.

The power is not bad, and the range is also very good.

Throwing the stone eyeball up, and then catching it in his hand, the hunter took it as his own after a little thought.

"Did you find a secret weapon?"

Sensing the movement here, Disma, who was putting silver coins and rare metals in his backpack, came over.

Secret weapon?

The hunter looked at Disma curiously.

"Spells with ancient inheritance, with flames as the main object of manipulation; magic that releases various effects driven by its own unique magic power; and miracles that can only be released by believing in the gods. Humans can master it. Transcendent power, that is, these three."

"And to be different from these spells, some weapon masters have designed and created methods that can use spells even if they are not talented, that is, to imprint these spells on items, so that users can activate items, just like firearms It fires magic like bullets. This kind of thing is what we call a secret weapon."

"The thing you just used looks like an eyeball. It is probably a secret weapon that draws your spiritual power or life force to activate. Be careful, if you use the secret weapon incorrectly, it will kill you. You'd better find someone Do more research and use this stuff."

Disma's kind warning made the hunter seriously nod in response. Although this thing seems to consume the invisible echo he got from hunting monsters, it is not a thing that kills people, but the kindness shown by his teammates, the hunter still I feel like I have to respond well.

Tardif, not far away, has already carried the fully loaded backpack.

"Big harvest, it's time to go back. I'll treat you to the wine tonight."

The heroic and smiling Tardiff quickly caught up and patted Disma and the hunter on the shoulders.

"Okay, that's what you said. If you bought wine, um, then I'll buy cigarettes."

The grinning Disma waved his hands, carrying the full bag with a satisfied face.

The three men walked side by side in this way, and left the place where only the corpse of the monster and the overturned tables and chairs were left.

Slightly, a little strange feeling.

Although the hunter doesn't remember much about the past, the feeling of fighting with a trustworthy comrade and going home after victory is really... too strange.It's so strange that it's like I've never had such an experience before. I'm always walking alone. Even if there are occasional people walking side by side, they will disappear soon.

It's so strange, but it's also fascinating, and it's hard to hate it no matter what.

He likes this feeling.

whoosh-

It seems, feel what?

The hunter turned his head suspiciously, and saw a figure disappearing into the darkness far away.

It seemed to be a tall body in a yellow robe, wearing a tall iron cage to hold only the skull's head, burning with a blue faint flame.

That thing seems to be looking at the items harvested by the three hunters,

Then he took another look at the fighting power of the three hunters.

And then slipped away.

hunter:? ? ?

Chapter 65: The One Who Waits for You Home

Jingle bells - jingle bells -

The little girl stretched out her hand and gently rang the little bell in front of the window.

This is a small decoration bought by the hunter for her. It is decorated on the curtains. As long as the window is opened when the breeze is blowing, the crisp ringing of the small bell can be heard.

Jingle bell--

It was softly resounding, as if it was playing in the bottom of her heart.

"Mr. Hunter, how are you doing now?"

The little girl sitting by the window sighed softly.

After Abigail had bid farewell to the hunters in the morning, she had lost all playfulness.

The children downstairs finished their classes and started playing happily in the yard, skipping rope, swinging on the swing, and piled sand, all of them seemed to be enjoying themselves.However, the girl had no way to integrate into this group of children.First, she is already 12 years old, and her height and age are relatively taller, so she can't get involved in many games; second, it is probably because the hunter is not around, the little girl is not interested in playing anything now.

"Please come back safely, Mister Hunter."

Clasping her hands lightly, closing her eyes, Abigail prayed again.

Although I can't remember who the god I believe in is, but if it is my sincere prayer, the other party must be able to hear it, right?

Thinking like this, Abigail prayed earnestly for a while before stopping.

The lantern beside her emits a soft blue light, as if to soothe the worry in the girl's heart.

And at this moment, Abigail suddenly noticed the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside, approaching her room.

Not Mr. Hunter's footsteps.

tuk tuk-

There was a knock on the door soon.

"Please come in."

The girl spoke softly, and soon there was a soft knock at the door, and then Xuerong's little head poked out from the opened door.