Chapter 717: The Hunt Begins Again

With the art setting and theme of "Godfall" breaking out, Yang Chen also released the latest content, a two-minute video.

In addition to this video, there is also a message that excites players.

'Hunt, from now on!' ’

After seeing this news, players and the media were instantly excited.

It's time to fight! It's time to fight!

That's what they want to see!

"Haha! I knew that Mr. Yang would not be indifferent! ”

"Keep blowing "Godfall"! If you put the art setting set, we will put the game promotional video, and if you dare to launch the game trial version, Mr. Yang will dare to sell it directly! ”

"Don't say it, Mr. Yang directly opened the pre-order channel! The bills are ready! ”

"The hunt starts now, does that mean the monsters are going to hunt us? (Funny)"

"Awesome, Nebula Games!"

"Is Mr. Yang's development progress so fast? Could it be that the project has been in preparation for a long time? ”

"That shouldn't be possible, it should have been a project in the development of "GTA" before, after all, it is such a large amount of work, but the development progress of this "Bloodborne" should be far beyond our imagination, maybe it is almost the end of the test, otherwise how could this promotional video be done?"

As Yang Chen released the latest promotional video, players who have not officially seen the content are very optimistic to leave messages under Yang Chen's official blog.

Of course, more players are still concerned about the game, including the media and major manufacturers.

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The beginning of the video, like the rest of the Nebula games, starts with the game's logo, and a list of some of the game's technology providers involved.

As the words 'produced by Nebula Games' slowly faded, the game screen appeared in the video.

The gray sky and the sun were blocked by countless black clouds, white snowflakes flew in the air, and a monster with an invisible face stood still, its entire body composed of hair and bone-like beings.

Dim street lamps, sculptures holding candles, and church bell towers.

The gloomy and depressing BGM slowly sounded, and the camera slowly shifted towards the monster in that position, and the narration sounded at the same time.

'Dear friends, watch out'

The scene slowly shifts to several rocking chairs in the ornately decorated room, one of which is a man holding a cane on top of a rocking chair gently shaking the rocking chair underneath, and the light on the wall is very conspicuous in the dimly lit room.

'This blood is wicked'

'When Night Falls'

'The Hunter Will Return'

In the dusk, in the door that resembles a medieval church, a mysterious figure whose face is not clear moves forward slowly, clutching an axe in one hand and a shotgun in the other.

The scene switches, in the gloomy city under the moon, castle-like buildings, towering spire roofs, a group of people armed with axes and broadswords around a burning flame, as if performing some kind of prayer ritual.

The camera slowly zooms out, revealing the entire city in the shot.

Countless minaret buildings, dancing in silver under the pale moonlight, look strange and ethereal.

The minarets on the roofs and the fences that can be seen everywhere exude a faint aura in the dark night, delicate but chaotic and devastation.

Hunters in trench coats, triangular cats, and shotguns and axes slowly pushed open the iron fence.

The picture then plunges into darkness, and a wall full of photographs appears in the frame.

Hunters with axes on their sides, hunters with two guns in their backs, photographs of medieval cities in Europe, and the most prominent in the middle, a woman in a wheelchair.

'Welcome home, good hunter. ’

'What do you desire?' ’

The original male narrator turns into the voice of a young lady, and the camera slowly zooms in on the photo of the woman in a wheelchair in the middle.

As the words fell, several fragments flashed by, women holding prayers in both hands in front of the flower tombstone, burning monsters tied to a cross.

The last city to emerge is similar to Victorian Europe, with the only difference being that each house has a minaret.

Hunters weaving through dark alleys, pushing open dusty doors.

The cry of a baby and the sudden sound of footsteps.

'Yanan is the home of the Blood Ritual, and all you have to do is solve its mysteries, but where do outsiders like you start?' ’

'It's very simple, you just need to give yourself a little Yanan blood. ’

Whatever happens, you'll just think it's just a little nightmare." ’

The picture returns to the previous photo wall, where the patient is lying on the bed, with two different blood transfusion bottles, and then the photo moves.

The 'doctor' sitting there inserted the instrument into the patient's arm.

With a miserable howl, the picture descends into darkness.

In the ensuing eerie music, countless skeletal-like creatures emerge from the ground in the midst of cries.

But the next moment the creatures suddenly disappeared again, and it was only the hunter lying on the ground with a three-cornered hat and trench coat.

'A long time ago, the plague of beasts raged among the old Yanan, and they were allowed to rot until they died, and now the roar of the beasts can be heard there. ’

Monsters like beasts let out a terrifying howl in the night, and the hunter landed from the sky with his axe and slashed at the monster's head, blood splattered out.

The crowd that wandered like a walking corpse gathered in front of the flames;

Carrying torches and axes as if patrolling guards, people strolled along the roads and alleys of Yanan;

Strange tombs, terrifying monsters, as church bells ring.

We are filled with a thirst for blood, which fills us with satisfaction and soothes fear. ’

But beware of the weakness of the human will. ’

Werewolves thirsty for blood on moonlit nights, strange monsters, and hunters armed with axes and muskets.

This blood makes us human, makes us transcend human, makes us no longer human. ’

The scene returns to the richly decorated room from before, where the person lying on the chaise longue has lowered his cane.

In the cemetery under the moonlight, a young girl stood there looking at the moon.

'Good hunter, your presence is a kind of appeasement, and what do you desire?' ’

Werewolf claws pierce the hunter's chest, and strange monsters grip the hunter like a rag doll.

Burning flames, rotting corpses, and eerie graveyards.

After a series of fragmented shots, the image returns to the photo wall, and now all the original photos are gone, except for one with his back to the camera and a hunter with two guns in hand.

But the next moment, the photo also underwent a strange change, and the original black trench coat gradually turned scarlet, as if it was dyed red with blood.

'The hunt has begun again......

At the end of the narration, the screen comes to an abrupt end, followed by the name of the game.

Bloodborne Curse