The Journey of the Demon Hunter

She still remembers the days when the lumberjacks in the penalty forest transported the felled wood along the road to Losric and Irohir. She only knew these two places, but in the mouths of those travelers, She has also heard more place names, such as Catalina and Kalim. Sometimes the conjurers of Onuma come here, but more are the magicians from Peterheim, who go to the ruins of Ula Xilu. Come to find magic scrolls or relics. From the mouths of these magicians, she knew that there is another place called Peter Heimlong Academy, where it specializes in all kinds of magic knowledge.

A prosperous world.

A prosperous world.

Hezer walked on a familiar but unfamiliar road, almost covered with fallen leaves. There are no loggers here, and withered and rotting corpses can be seen everywhere. Heizer doesn't know whether this is a real corpse or an unconscious living corpse, but it doesn't matter, maybe there is no difference between the two. The trace of soul remaining in the living corpse allows them to continue to move, but the last trace of soul will disappear sooner or later, turning them into real corpses. Some broken cages were randomly thrown on the side of the road, and Hazel knew that this was food for Eldridge. It was a terrible memory. I don’t know how many people in the secluded church were swallowed by the black mud. If it weren’t for Rosalia’s bedroom in a remote location, and Eldridge led the bishop who followed it to leave the church, I’m afraid she wouldn’t be able to. Survive.

In Hazel's memory, she continued to walk a short distance forward, and she could see the elevator leading to Losric, the sacred country built on the edge of a lonely cliff. Only now, this elevator has collapsed with Losric.

Scattered building ruins lay on the edge of the penalty forest, drawing a clear dividing line. On one side is a decadent woodland, on the other side are the ruins of a cave-in. Hazel couldn't see the end of the ruins, but this was not Losric. Losric had disappeared, leaving only a few ruins near the woodland to prove that there was a large gathering place here. Leonard said that when he entered the ruins, all he could see at the end was the cliff. Hazel didn't want to think about why it was like this, she couldn't understand it, and at the same time she was also thankful that her last goal was not on the edge of this dangerous cliff.

The biting sound like a beast made Hazel squeeze the weapon in his hand.

A turning road deviated from the main road, leading to a **** below the edge. There were still ruins of a lumberjack residence nearby, and Hazel walked down the road cautiously. As she walked the corner, she found the source of the sound.

A figure was lying on the ground with his back to her. The figure was holding a hatchet while dealing with a corpse lying in front of him. The corpse was cut open. This person was wearing simple leather clothes, which is the most common clothing in the Losric area, as if he heard the sound of footsteps. , The man turned his head, revealing a woman's face covered with blood, and the human flesh in his mouth that had not been chewed and swallowed. Cannibalism made her double the size of a normal person. Had it not been for the human appearance on her face, Hezer would probably have difficulty recognizing that this was a woman, not a strange beast.

But in the eyes of the other party, Hezer only saw appetite and greed.

"You are my last goal." Hazel raised his pickaxe, and the light of soul magic gradually emerged. The cannibal butcher drew the hatchet from the corpse and brought a piece of blood. "If you can take the initiative to die, I will thank you."

Her response was the hacked hatchet and the meaningless roar. Hazel rolled away, her clothes stained with dust, and she fought back with soul magic, and the dust raised up blocked her sight.

Suddenly, a strange idea flashed by.

Zelin won't forget to collect clothes, right?

The Demon Hunter did forget, especially when he attacked the bookshelf with Alderfa Seal and saw a way to leave the house.

"Damn it, this guy has escaped?" Zelin looked at the tunnel presented to him in surprise. He clamped the diary under his arm, looked around, and finally found one that hadn't burnt out yet. Candles. With a snap of his fingers, a flame jumped from the top of the candle. He dropped candle oil on the cover of a book to fix the candle, and then holding the book, he carefully walked into this dense road filled with the smell of dust.

The bookshelf blocking the passage is just an illusion. Alderfayin hits the bookshelf, and the bookshelf disappears, revealing the dark and long tunnel behind. Illusion, the Demon Hunter did not expect that he would also see Illusion in this world. He originally thought that the magic of this world was mainly based on power and combat power. Whether it was the spells of Onuma, or the various magics displayed by the wizards of Hazel and Losric, most of the magic power was used in combat. But it doesn't seem to be the case now.

The tunnel was very narrow, only allowing an adult to pass through it alone. Zelin had to bend down and move forward. He could clearly hear his footsteps, and on the tunnel wall, he noticed more mucus rubbing away. Traces.

He walked only about less than ten meters inward, and he came to the end, and there was a vertical wooden ladder below. Zelin crouched on the edge and stretched out the candle to look down. The wooden ladder was very long and the fire could not reach the bottom. Beyond the fire, it was still shrouded in shadow.

"It's getting more and more interesting."

Why is there such an underpass in the room of Archbishop Klimt? Zelin believes that this is definitely not a place that was planned when the church was built. Rosalia's bedroom is in the most remote part of the church, and it is unceremonious to say that in normal times, if it is not necessary, no one will come here. Why did Klimt hide such a place with illusions? If you want to find a commission, the demon hunter can't let go of any doubts. Of course, this will cause trouble, but no one knows whether trouble will bring benefits or disadvantages. Especially in this terrible world, he didn't want to let go of any strange things.

Hezer trusted Klimt very much, to be precise, she trusted many people, but as Leonard said, Zelin didn't want Hezer's trust to ruin her.

He climbed down the wooden ladder, except for the candle in his hand, there was no light nearby. The demon hunter felt that he had climbed down for a distance of about tens of meters, and finally, with a thick sound, the demon hunter's boots touched the solid ground.

The exit was blocked by a statue, and disgusting silt was flowing on the ground. Zelin leaned his body on his side and squeezed out from the gap between the statue and the exit. The first thing that catches the eye is the corpses everywhere.

"What the **** is this..."

Dead body.

The candle provided a faint candlelight for the demon hunter. He looked around, and Zelin could only see the corpse in the place illuminated by the fire.

There were corpses that had begun to decay and gave off a disgusting stench. With the help of the firelight, Zelin could see these corpses dressed in luxurious clothes and exquisite patterns embroidered on their expensive crimson robes. They were lying on the ground all the way, and most of them had begun to swell. Maybe they were just like this when they were alive. But the demon hunters knew that the style of these clothes was exactly the clothes of the bishops of the Youxian Church.

"They are all dead..."

Zelin carefully raised his leg and straddled the corpse lying next to the statue. There was no light here. He stuck to the wall and fumbled. The sound of wading through the water echoed in his ears. The demon hunter tried not to think about the liquid. The black mucus mixed in the liquid on the ground made him think of some bad things even more. In the end, Zelin found a torch fixed to the wall by the wall. With a snap of his fingers, the light from the torch provided Zelin with more light, allowing him to see the surrounding situation clearly.

The corpse is still a corpse.

Some of the corpses were decayed, but some were left with only bones. The demon hunter squatted on the side of these bones, and he found traces of gnawing on the bones. The color of the bones has begun to turn yellow, and it has been a while since they died.

Suddenly, the demon hunter heard an unusual sound in his ears.

"Klimt?" Zelin raised his head abruptly, putting his hand on the shoulder of the ebony blade at his waist. "Is that you?"

The demon hunter slowly stood up, holding his breath, and there were heavy shadows beyond the firelight. He looked around warily. "Klimt, I'm the one who came here with Hezer. What's wrong with you? Why don't you come out to see me?"

There was another sliding sound, as if something was dragging on the ground.

Soon, the sound became more and more obvious, Zelin turned around abruptly, and he determined the source of the sound.

"Klimt? Is that you?" he asked again. The slender beast pupils shrank, and something seemed to be twisting in the shadow. "Answer me! Otherwise I will do it!" he yelled.

"Ah..." There was a deep and slow sigh. "You, you shouldn't come back..."

The first thousand four hundred and twenty chapters of the truth about gifts

The outline gradually crawled out of the shadows, and Zelin gradually opened his eyes, and the flames were jumping in the bright golden pupils, as if polished metal, and in his eyes, there was a figure of a huge worm gradually crawling out of the darkness.

"Ah... I, you make me feel familiar." There is half a human face on the worm, and the remaining half of the face disappears under the worm's smooth and white skin. It squirms, but it stretches out its two arms. Grabbing the ground. But whether it can move forward has nothing to do with these arms, maybe it is just the habit left in the human soul that makes it do so. "I don't remember you anymore, ah, yes, I should remember, I should keep, what can keep me in memory? I feel so empty, goddess, should I find something to fill me and make me think back ."

"Klimt?"

Zelin frowned. Now the creature in front of him is just a maggot, but that face, Zelin knows that face, this is Archbishop Klimt. Maybe this is him, maybe he still retains the reason that belongs to human beings, but this appearance is far from human beings. A withered arm is still holding a wooden stick firmly, and that arm is no longer different from the wooden stick, as if the two have been inlaid together. His body is very big, his body is more than seven meters long, and his height is more than one meter. Compared with this body type, the small head and arms embedded in the body of the maggot look so uncoordinated.

"Klimt..." the giant maggot murmured. "Oh, yes, Klimt. Are you coming to me? Why, ah, no, no, it should be like this. Welcome, welcome here, boy, do you have any requests?" The remaining half of the face Squeeze a kind smile on. Just like when he first met Zelin, he was as gentle and cheerful, as if he was the most conscientious and pious archbishop. Ze Lin looked at him quietly, without a word.

The smile on the remaining half of the archbishop's face gradually stiffened.

"No, no, no! I forgot it, I forgot it!" The smile was replaced by panic in the blink of an eye. Klimtte turned around with agility that did not match his size, and quickly fled into the darkness. . "I can't forget!"

"Klimt! Stop!" Zelin jumped up, trying to grab his remaining arm, but the maggot twisted half of his body hidden in the dark, hit him hard, and hit him. Lost his balance and fell heavily into the mud. The candle fell to the ground with a snap, the faint flame was instantly extinguished, and the maggots rushed into the darkness with the cry of the archbishop. The demon hunter wiped off the muddy water splashing near the corner of his eyes, and after touching his waist with his other hand, he took out a bottle of cat potion, took off the oak cork, raised his head and drank the potion in the bottle.

The bitterness in his mouth had not yet dissipated, Zelin got up and chased after Klimt's disappearance. He felt a pain in his eyes. After drinking the cat potion, he had better close his eyes for a few seconds to receive the strong stimulation from the potion, but he didn't have time to close his eyes. Zelin's vision blurred a bit, but the unpleasant dizziness did not last. After so long after the second mutation, his body's ability to withstand the potion became stronger and stronger over time. . The thick darkness faded quickly, the gray outline outlined the outline of the underground cave, and the fuzzy boundary became clear and sharp. The roots of the trees protruding from the top of the cave, the rocks accumulated on the ground, the mountain-like corpses exuding a disgusting stench, and the figure of Klimt squirming on the ground.

The maggot plunged into the corpse, and Shishan fell down, and the incomplete bones smashed down. Zelin stopped, and a half-eaten head fell in front of him, splashing a splash of water, and he raised his hand. The corpse with only half of his body hit his arm, Zelin stepped back again, and a mummy that fell behind him tripped him over. Zelin slammed the ground, and the burst of Alder swept and blew the body that fell towards him.

"What the **** is going on, Klimt, answer me." Zelin threw the skull into his arms and walked in the direction where the giant maggot disappeared. Klimt's huge body was lying on the pile of corpses, Zelin walked down, raised his head and squinted his eyes, "How did you become like this?"

Klimt did not respond, Zelin heard the sound of something being crushed, and maggots wriggling on the pile of corpses. After a while, it suddenly stopped.

Zelin secretly drew out the rune of Kunen's seal.

"Ah, I remember." The maggot twisted its body, and there was still dry flesh left on the mouth of the remaining half of the face. "You, I remember you, ah, unbelievable, you are still alive, you are not eaten, you are not crazy, you are not ugly, there is no sign of even a living corpse. Who are you? Only living in Yanorrond can avoid being tortured by the curse of this **** undead. Are you? No, my memory can't be wrong. I am Klimt, the archbishop of the Youxian church, and the servant of the goddess Rosalia. "There was a flash of fear on half of Klimt's face. "I remember everything, I will not forget, I will not be lost."

"Your mental state is not very good." Zelin paced slowly around the pile of corpses lying on the maggots. "Why did you become like this?"

"Why did I be like this?" Klimt's face showed a trace of confusion, he lowered his head and continued to bite and chew the corpse in front of him. "Ah, yes, is there any problem with being like this? I'm going to succeed soon, what's the loss of a body? This era is over, and none of us can save this world. Ashes? Or the God of Dark Moon? No one can do it. MacDonald and Louis, two idiots, think that by looking for a new god, they can survive the end of this era, but they turn a blind eye to the true god. Ah... the gift of the goddess, how wonderful Something. I actually panic about the gift, it's ridiculous behavior."

Zelin grabbed a word in Klimt's words.

"Gift? What gift?"

Zelin slowly wanted to get around Klimt's back. The archbishop quickly turned around, facing the demon hunter.

"Of course it is a gift from the goddess." Klimtte chewed the meat scraps in his mouth. "She gave me this new one to avoid becoming a living corpse. A few poor worms became real maggots because of their lack of power. But I am different. There are so many people here, I can Get enough strength to withstand the impact of this change. Their body is my best source of strength. Ah, my colleagues, it's delicious."