The Journey of the Demon Hunter

This is a hunter's workshop, not a beautiful and dangerous dream, Zelin still maintains a meditation posture in the chapel. The abandoned dolls around him are still the same. It seems that the dream will only affect the people who enter it, otherwise he can definitely see frost on the iron fence near the chapel. There is no lily flower field in the Hunter's Workshop. There is only an open space here, but where it should be a flower field, not only there is no trace of battle, but it is almost exactly the same as when Zelin first arrived.

Sure enough, dreams are dreams, dreams are never reality, and dead things that have no souls and cannot dream will not be affected.

How long did he stay in the dream? Zelin didn't know. He rubbed his forehead and rearranged the contents of the cloth bag. Indeed, the north wind bomb in the bag is gone, everything he used in his dreams will disappear, Hekna decoction, white Lafada, and Alfred's pills. Reminiscent of what the cheerful blonde hunter once said, maybe the principle of the dream is the same as the resonance bell. Zelin enters in the state of a spirit body, and then what happens in the dreamland will not affect the outside world, except for the spirit body and the spirit body. Things to use.

I don't know how Alfred is now.

After finishing things up, the cloth bag was half empty compared to when he first arrived. Zelin looked at the remaining space in the cloth bag, and moved his gaze to the doll who was sitting quietly beside him. In the dream, the doll becomes a monster, but in reality the doll is a doll. Even if Zelin kills the monster, the doll is not affected in any way. The cloth bag is empty, and the extra space is a waste. The doll doesn’t feel that heavy to the touch. Maybe Zelin can...

Yeah.

When the demon hunter walked out of the wooden door of the small church, Zelin knew that he must look a lot like a human trafficking criminal or a smuggler selling anesthetic powder.

He can take the doll back to study it. With such sophisticated materials and high level of simulation, there may be warlocks who are willing to spend money on this, especially those who specialize in golem research. Zelin can try to go. Find a few warlocks you know to sell, as long as he changes his attitude, maybe it can arouse their interest. Of course, there may not be any warlock this doll interested, so Zelin intends to put the doll in the castle as a memorial of his experience this month.

No matter how you count as a demon hunter, you will not suffer.

However, as soon as he walked out of the small church, the vision in the sky attracted the demon hunter's thoughts from how to make money.

Unlike before falling into a dream, the sky began to change color, and the light blue sky began to turn red. I don’t know when, the silver-white moon was smeared with a layer of blood and the color was red, as if it was soaked in blood and covered with pain. . The full moon, stained red with blood, hung in the air, and the whole piece of the night sky, which should have been dark black, was **** and terrifying. Just like that blood, it will drip from the moon at any time.

An unspeakable heart palpitations, Zelin felt as if he was facing a giant dragon. Of course, this must not be a giant dragon, but something else. If the blood-stained moon suddenly turns into an eye, the sky draws a monster. He wouldn't be surprised by his face. He knew this feeling. This feeling would appear when he met a demon, encountered a difficult vampire, or walked into a giant's lair.

This is bad.

Zelin returned to the chapel along the same path. It was indeed troublesome to climb up from the bottom of the high tower of the choir. In some places, he could slide down all the way, but he could not climb up again. Although he knew that the way back would not be faster Time faster. He had to spare the way, found a wooden ladder that was barely usable, and walked over the place where the stairs collapsed. It seems that since a bridge connected the tower to the elevator of the chapel, the people in the choir never cared about the bottom of the tower.

When Zelin was about to walk up to the layer connecting the bridge, the steel sword had already appeared in his hands. Although the battle in the dream kept him in a headache state, he still remembered that there were many veterinarian townspeople on this floor near the bridge. It’s best if he can avoid fighting. He has no time to waste. The portal is about to open. He’d better return to the chapel as soon as possible, avoid fighting as much as possible, and minimize unnecessary losses.

As a result, when Zelin met a group of veterinary townspeople, he knew that his worries were unnecessary.

These townspeople, when they saw the demon hunter, they should have rushed up, holding a machete, a torch, brandishing an axe, and a pitchfork. They looked like Zelin owed them two kilograms of lang and didn’t return it. Zelin didn't know any of Mao's face, but he couldn't find another description. However, when the blood moon hung in the air, the townspeople did not panic and did not become more dangerous. They just lay on the ground, as if suddenly falling asleep at the same time. One of the townspeople’s corpses was hanging protruding outside the spiral staircase. On the fence, it looks like it just fell off when it fell asleep.

Unlucky guy.

Zelin couldn't understand, but he had no need or obligation to understand. They were best asleep. Zelin avoided them as much as possible, leaned against the wall, or paid attention to where he stayed. The townsfolk slept as if they were dead, maybe they were really dead, but the demon hunters didn't need to step on their feet in order to detect if they were asleep.

"Blood Moon... Dreamland..."

Walking on the bridge leading to the elevator, Zelin tried his best not to look up at the moon. The scarlet moon seemed to have a mysterious attraction. Originally, he thought that Yanan was just a parasite in the blood, a plague, or one or two guys similar to a warlock. But now it seems that if you can use strange power to change the moon, can you really be called a human?

While thinking about it, the demon hunter walked into the elevator, preparing to return to Orton Chapel to welcome the opening of the portal.

Chapter One Hundred and Nineteen You Are Only a Hunter

"Can you give me an explanation?"

When the elevator descends to the ground, it is the passage that connects to the chapel. You only need to turn a bend and you can hear the sound from the chapel through the wooden door. Although almost none of the two daughters of Father Gascoigne in the church are talkative people, there are many people in the church after all, and one or two conversations can be heard by people outside the door. It stands to reason that Zelin should hear the voice of the church now. The demon hunter has always had confidence in his hearing, but this time, he did not hear any sound.

There is indeed no sound, because everyone in the chapel, like the townspeople infected with the veterinary disease plague, lies on the ground, motionless, the only sober person is the red witch, she is using the pair of more than one meter. The long dry arms put the survivors who fell asleep into a sleeping position. Some clay pots containing incense were broken. It is estimated that someone fell asleep on the ceramic pot at the moment of falling asleep. There was a bruise on Amelia's forehead, which should be a step or a statue when she fell.

Zelin walked into the chapel, and the red witch looked at him as he opened the door, then retracted his gaze and continued to organize the chapel.

"Explanation, please give me an explanation, hunter, hehehe."

The old witch hasn't changed, her voice and tone are still so frightening, but under the drastic changes in the outside world, the same is reassuring.

"What do you want me to explain to you, tell me, what happened here, why are they all asleep?" Zelin thought that the blood moon would only affect the townspeople infected with the veterinary disease plague. He didn't know this. How everything happened, but think of werewolves losing control of beasts on the night of the full moon, the berserkers of the Skellig Islands will turn into beasts when they drink their blood, maybe the moon here is related to beasts, but in the small church The survivors, they are not animalized.

"They are in a dream." The voice sounded from Zelin's left hand. Only then did the demon hunter realize that he focused all of his attention on the survivors of the chapel, so that he did not find the figure standing on the left of the chapel entrance. "The Byerworkers spider has disappeared. Without it, none of us can stop the ritual from going on." The crow hunter's winged cloak hunted as the owner walked around. "It's nice to see you alive, hunter."

"Me too, crow." Zelin held the crow hunter's outstretched hand. She didn't wear gloves, her fingers were pale as a patient recovering from a serious illness. "You seem to know a lot of things, why don't you tell me something."

"I am Irene, not the crow."

"Okay, Irene. Explain to me. They are not in danger, do they?" The second half refers to the survivors who fell asleep. "Damn, I don't want to know anymore, everything I do It's in vain."

"You gave up your job as a hunter, just like the Sheikh. Don't worry, your efforts were not in vain. They are safe, at least temporarily." Irene coughed heavily, and she clutched her abdomen, although wearing a mask. , But the rapid breathing indicated that she was uncomfortable at all. "Now we are all safe."

"I heard the muffled sound when you were cut open, and the pain before death, Irene, stop talking, you are already a corpse in your dream, take a good rest, otherwise your intestines will be broken. "The old witch's legs seemed to be bent. She supported the ground with her arms, and twisted her shriveled head in the direction where Zelin was. "Hunter, let us exchange explanations about that door, and I will tell you about the moon. , Very good, very good exchange hehehe."

"I can assure you that that door won't pose any threat to this place. What kind of incense is now?"

"Thirty yuan, oh~ it's almost burned out."

"Soon, the door will open again, and then I will leave here and go back through the door. Then it will close." Zelin made a closing gesture. "Maybe it will open again, but it will take a long time. One year, two years, ten years, thirty years, maybe wait until Ted Darrell, the last era comes, it will not start again. I can see it, you don’t understand what I’m talking about, but no Important, as long as you understand, this thing will not affect you."

"Don't worry, hehe, you won't understand what's going on here." The old witch laughed in a low voice. "It all comes from the discovery of Byer Watkins..."

"You found the corpse of the ancient **** underground in Byerwork, I know, then what?" There was still a little bit of the thirtieth piece of incense, and the emblem on Zelin's chest began to vibrate again.

"You will understand." Crow Irene took the interrupted words, she still clutched her abdomen, but her breathing was leveling off. Become fourth."

The cold wind outside intensified, and the blood moon seemed to encourage the wind. It no longer knocked on the windows, but like a robber, it kept hitting the wooden door of Orton Chapel, as if it knew there were only a few survivors in the church. It will blow the incense in the church, catch the survivors, and kill them. The invisible arm kept pushing the door, and the narration inside was interrupted by the impact from time to time. Whenever the narrative sound is suppressed, the invisible arm will stop contentedly, but when the sound resounds, it will continue to torment the poor wooden door, and the chapel seems to groan in pain under the violence of the invisible force.

As Alfred said, about a hundred years ago. The scholars of Beilworkers found the body of the ancient god. They thought they had found the treasure, but no one knew it at the time. In fact, it was only the beginning of the disaster. The blood of the ancient gods, the knowledge of the ancient gods, can benefit mankind. Their blood can eliminate all known diseases in the world, can regenerate broken limbs, and blind people can see the light again, and can make miraculous things happen, as long as The human soul is still there, and the blood of the ancient gods can make people live, almost forever.

However, at that time, the ancient **** had been dead for a long time, and the blood in the body was not enough to satisfy the desire of the scholars to study. So Byer Watkins set his sights on the small fishing village near Jiu Yanan, where it is said that the villagers enshrined one. The young ancient god, Kos, the orphan of the moon, Kos. As a result, the first group of hunters in Yanan’s history went to the small fishing village under the name of monsters. They killed all the villagers in the fishing village, killed the orphans of Kos, and brought its body back to Bayer Wokings. Research.

"That's God."

"That's a young orphan. Wild wolves can kill humans, but newly born young wolves are not even as good as cats." Crow Irene shook her head, and Zelin's eyes remained on the incense. "You should be the next thing. I've heard of it."

The Bayer Wokings College was split due to ideological differences. The leader of the college, Master William, believed that continuing to study the ancient gods would have terrible consequences. He decided to seal up all the research results and close the college. But his best student, Lawrence, he thought it was a huge mistake to give up research, and that mankind needs knowledge of ancient gods.

So Lawrence left Beilworkers with the blood of the ancient gods and came to Yanan Town. He and his followers showed the miracles brought about by the blood of God to the townspeople, making them the believers of the Healing Church he founded, and Lawrence became the first bishop of the Healing Church. Amelia is expected to be the last bishop of the Healing Church.

"If at that time we could listen to Master William's warning, stop our stupid and blind curiosity, and abandon the arrogance that thought we could conquer the ancient gods, maybe everything would be different." The red robe witch smiled infiltratingly, as if it were. In mocking those overpowered scholars, "Lawrence was the first fool to pay for his arrogance. He became a monster. In the sacred cathedral of the Healing Church, in front of many hunters and believers, he became a man. A huge monster."

Lawrence's experience made many members of the Healing Church alert, but they were never wise. Their countermeasure was to recruit more hunters and study hunter weapons with higher hunting efficiency. No one has ever dared to guess that the culprit of the disaster is blood therapy, the blood therapy that heals the foundation of the church.

But not all the ancient gods turned into corpses, they were still alive. When the night of hunting in Jiu Yanan came, many people panicked, but there were indeed hunters who found part of the truth from constant hunting and exploration.

"It's just a part. I'm afraid no one will ever know the truth." Crow Irene shook his head. Repeat the same thing, people die and come back to life. I told you that I know Gascoigne’s location because I have killed him many times in the same location, his wife Viola, and this Two daughters, their family will die. I can tell you that Viola was killed by a veterinarian in Gascoyne's field of vision, and the priest became crazy because of this, and his two daughters, they will both die. "

"Except this time."

Irene paused and nodded. "Except this time, countless times on the same night, I have never seen them survive, and I have never seen you, strange hunter. So did Amelia. She should have been killed in the cathedral by other hunters, but now she has become like this. Doctor Yusevka, she should have died in the hands of her sister a long time ago."

"Why do you know this, do you know every corner of Yanan?"

"Actually, when the hunter dies and time goes back, they will all come back to life again, as false as a dream. I call it the Yanan dream, and the hunter’s dream of the Hunter Workshop. The dream is just a dream. We They are all living in the dream of the ancient gods who want to get the son of God." The wing cloak wrapped Irene, making her look really like a crow. "I have died many times, and each death represents the next beginning, but... .. But I have never seen a blood moon, let alone die under a blood moon. This time the night has become different. I thought I would see dusk when I woke up, but I found that I woke up in Yanan. That's why I came to Caryl."

"Hehe, no one can escape the limitations. Our vision is not broad enough, and our vision is not broad enough. Anyone will make mistakes, child." The old witch still looks like that, her head twisted towards Zelin, and then to incense. "Pray, pray that this disaster will be over, everything will be fine."

"What can we do besides praying?" The incense was about to burn out. Zelin watched the old witch looking for new incense and whispered, "Can I take them away from Yanan? Be safer.” The demon hunter’s head is very calm. Although the old witch is right and he does not understand, he can be sure of one thing. Maybe someone offends the so-called gods. Disaster. If you let them go, you might be able to escape the disaster.

"Good idea, I advise you not to do this. If you want to kill them, please ignore my advice, just like the idiot Lawrence ignored Master William's warning. Hehehe." The old witch opened the ceramic pot and poured out a new piece. Incense "Incense can suppress restless blood, and can make parasites lose their gradual vitality. Ancient research knowledge. Is there incense where you took them? Their souls are still in dreams, and no one knows that you took them away. What will happen to them, wake up, or die directly?