Blood of the Hunting God

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The laughing children ran past the girl.

The aroma of the food wafted from not far away, followed by a fat woman walking out of the kitchen with the food.

"Okay, okay, stop playing, come over for dinner."

Aunt Linda smiled and shouted to the children in the yard.

"Oh, it's Abby, come help with the dishes."

Then, looking at Abigail, he wiped the sweat from his forehead with a chuckle and said.

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In the bloody castle, the last twisted and deformed monster fell to the ground without a sound.

After the four of them had a short rest, Tardiff took out the gorgeous golden cup that reflected the moonlight from his pocket, with a very happy expression on his face.

"Speaking of which, this golden cup needs to be activated by a ceremony?"

Tardif thoughtfully looked at his teammates beside him and suddenly asked.

"That's right, all of these Holy Grails require extremely complicated rituals to activate. During the fall of Lucerne City, the king tried to activate the Holy Grail to use the treasures in it, but he couldn't get the ceremony materials together, and he was besieged. Go, I can't use this thing until I die."

Solal quickly responded that it looks like the Sun Warrior's history is pretty good.

"Ha, it's okay, even if it's sold cheap, it's pure gold, and there are so many precious gemstones embedded in it."

Tardiff waved his hand to show that he didn't care, took the gold cup in his hand and looked at it again, and then put it back in his pocket with satisfaction.

In any case, the bounty hunter is genuinely happy to be able to gain something.

"..."

The hunter didn't speak, but vaguely felt that the golden cup looked familiar.

Myself, seems to know how to start that kind of thing?

The hunter suddenly had such a feeling.

"Okay, let's move on."

Disma, who had almost rested, stood up, the expression on his face could not be seen clearly in the darkness, but his voice was still as calm as ever.

Tardif and Solal got up from the ground, and the hunter also stood up and moved his body a little, ready to continue fighting.

Chapter 97: 【Martyr King Mentus】

Stepping out of the dilapidated and dark castle road, once again bathed in the dim moonlit night.

The bright white light elongated the shadows of the four hunters standing here, and also illuminated the top of the castle, the road leading to the tower.

"Mentus, the king of the martyrs, is that the name that came after him?"

Talking to himself, Disma clenched the gun and dagger in his hands, took a deep breath, and his eyes gradually became cold.

"The king who once received the grace of God and gained a long life to lead the country of Lucerne refused to submit to the three gods, and died in battle with the citizens who voluntarily stayed behind. He is known as the king of martyrs in history."

"While Mentus was alive, the followers of the old gods were not extinct, inspired by the kings and warriors who persevered in the corrupt fields."

"And at the ruins of Lucerne

After the death of Mentus, the believers of the old gods finally disappeared and ceased to exist. "

Solal said so, with a hint of self-mockery in his voice.

"Isn't there still a warrior like you who believes in the lost sun? Why can't it be considered as non-existent?"

Tardiff spoke with some doubts.

"It's not the same. The Lost Sun Cult emerged many years after the Old God Sect was destroyed."

"We don't know anything about the belief rituals of the old gods, and we don't know the whole picture of the legends of the gods. They are only based on the records of the fragments that have been handed down."

"We are not believers in the old gods, at least not until we find the real sun."

Solar shook his head and said, his voice was very solemn.

It is clear that he takes his beliefs very seriously and is very humble.

The hunter who was listening to these words turned his head thoughtfully.He always felt that if he continued to maintain his belief in the old gods in such a world, even if he was rational and sober, he might encounter danger.After all, according to historical records, the old gods of this world have been corrupted by filth and turned into terrifying monsters.

But it is a pity that the hunter is not good at words, and Abigail, who can understand and help the hunter to say what is in his heart, is not here at the moment, so he can only keep silent, holding the meat saw and looking into the line of sight in front of.

"Let's go."

After a moment of silence, it was Disma who took the lead.

Walk across the decaying terrace at the top of the castle, past crumbling sculptures.

Proceed along the circular staircase towards the tower at the top of the castle, stepping over one broken remains after another along the way.

The last battle in Lucerne City took place when the filthy monsters had completely taken over the entire castle and were advancing to the tower step by step.

The scarred warriors roared and fought with the last of their strength, but they still couldn't stop those crazy monsters who were not afraid of death. They were finally killed one by one, letting the hot blood flow on the floor and gradually dry up.

And the king stood silently at the top of the tower, holding the flag in his hand, until those things wiped out all his subordinates and people, until he was left alone, facing the endless, tireless filth nightmare.

No one witnessed the outcome of that battle, but everyone knew how it would end.

Because there are no miracles in this world.

squeak-

The hunter pushed open the gate at the top of the tower.

Under the cold moonlight, the breeze blew up a little dust.

The hunters stepped onto the circular platform at the top of the castle, a relatively wide and slightly empty platform.

They saw a figure.

Dressed in a broken robe, the exposed body has been dried up like a corpse, covered with dark twisted colors.

That figure was still holding a flag high, which belonged to the city of Lucerne, the flag that belonged to the great symbol of this kingdom, even though the flag had decayed and no longer existed, only the sharp spear used as the flagpole was left bare.

The crown was already covered in dust, and the bright clothes turned into dirty rags, but the figure still stood there, holding the spear in its hand high.

"Dead? Alive?"

Tardiff, who was on guard, asked in a low voice.

"I don't know, be careful."

The opponent remained motionless, and it was difficult for Disma to judge the situation, so he could only signal his teammates to proceed carefully.

The hunter stood where he was, observing the opponent carefully.For some reason, the scene of encountering a skull wearing a crown on the top of the castle always seemed to him to have happened somewhere.And soon, the hunter noticed that there seemed to be something special about the other party. He turned his head slightly, and soon found that the other hand of the king who seemed to have been turned into a skeleton was still holding a stone. What should have been the torch, but it's gone out now.

call--

Well, now it's on fire again.

"……Live."

After a moment of stagnation, the hunter spoke to the three teammates beside him.

click - click -

The body of the skeleton trembled suddenly at this moment.

Cracks spread out from the withered body, which was the sound of the already rigid skin cracking and the bones inside moving again.

The tall long spear was slowly put down, held in the right hand, and the burning torch was held in the left hand, emitting a hot flame under the moonlight.

Then, the thing turned around and faced the four hunters in front of it with only the black and empty eye sockets.

Martyr King Mentus

This arrogant king who rejected the great three gods and tried to use human power to fight against the filth, woke up as a nightmare minion at this moment.

"Damn it, I knew it."

Clenching the hatchet in his hand, Tardiff said in a slightly teasing tone.

"The king who has become a filthy slave, we will come here to relieve your pain."

Solal's voice was unprecedentedly serious. He pulled out the big sword, his fingers lightly slid across the sword, and a golden thunderbolt then attached to the sword, shining magnificent sparks.Afterwards, the Sun Warrior pointed his blade at the enemy in front of him with a turbulent aura.

"Get ready, this guy doesn't look easy to deal with."

diss with a chuckle

Ma raised his gun and aimed at the opponent.

As for hunters.

He took the dirty blood pill, wiped the blessing oil, thought about it and took an anti-drug pill, and then drank some water to moisten his throat.

After moving his body, the hunter held the flaming meat saw and looked at the enemy in front of him.

click - click -

Amidst the crackling of more bones and joints, the king of bones took a step towards the four hunters who were ready to fight, and then disappeared.

The next moment, there was an ear-piercing sound suddenly set off by the wind.

Chapter 98: Bones, Kings, and Fire

Heard the song, sounded from the deepest part of the darkness, sounded from the sleeping place of the soul.

The music that rang out under the dark night sky seemed to exaggerate the shocking power of this battle, but it was sad like a helpless elegy for the dead.At this moment, what is ringing, what is trembling, what is flowing.

The hunter can hear those voices, hear the singing of those souls, and at this moment, following the actions of the king of dry bones, the singing is extremely heavy.

He heard them singing:

That fire, rising from the earth,

The fire that forged our kingdom,

That flame has not yet been extinguished.

our king,

Still standing on the throne.

A body of bones, a body of withering.

Kingdoms fall, souls perish.

filthy,

The poison that covets our territory.

one day,

It will surely devour our existence.