The pungent smell of blood mixed with the air, along with the scorching stench of the flames. As far as the eye can see, there is a scenery of blood and fire, streets, houses, floors, walls, nothing is intact as far as the eye can see, and the prosperity that once existed no longer exists. Roars and wails kept coming from everywhere, like the mourning of the city itself. Figures walked through the streets, looking like demons in hell, and they could only be at peace when they turned into corpses on the ground.

The term hell on earth is a fitting description of the scenery at this time.

This is the old Yanan, or more precisely, it should be called Yanan now.

The city, which had developed as a result of Byron Weis's research on ancient ruins, was facing an unprecedented catastrophe.

The First Blood Moon Ritual.

The ritual was led by an organization called the Manses school of Byron Weis. Compared to the other two choirs and the medical church, they were more radical and performed rituals in order to further their contact with God. Through the corpse of the Queen of Yanan in the underground ruins, they tried to bring about the birth of the superior Megao.

Stimulated by the Blood Moon Ritual, there was a large-scale outbreak of bestiality among the Ananites who had received blood therapy from the Medical Church, not just one or two individuals, but a full-scale outbreak on a city scale, and even the hunters who had been formed before seemed very powerless.

And then there was the scene in front of us.

Every street you walk through is a mutilated corpse, most of which have lost their human form and become hairy beasts. And in addition to the beasts, there are also people dressed in hunters' attire.

The spread of the beast plague has turned this place into a giant meat grinder, and no one is truly safe. Most of the citizens have been evacuated from here, and those who remain are slim to survival.

What can one person's power do at this time? Whatever the answer, I'm here, or I'm here to find the answer.

In the light of the flames, my figure left a long shadow on the wall, swaying with the swaying of the flames, and it looked like it had become a living thing, and the next moment it would pounce. Naturally, the shadows will not pounce, but what is still there will do.

These beasts prove their existence with their claws and roars, and I can only answer in a corresponding way.

The corpses on the street were added one after another, and they fell, while I moved on.

A scream came through the scorched air, and I looked in the direction of the sound.

A teenager was kneeling on the ground, his body shaking. Next to him stood a young hunter, clutching his hand with an anxious expression. It seems that the hunter wanted to take the boy out, but halfway through the boy began to become a beast.

The young hunter kept calling the boy to keep the other man going, but a drastic change was taking place on the other party, but in a moment the other party no longer looked human.

Perhaps it was the shock that made the young hunter froze in place, not even when the beast boy pounced on him. But his luck was good, because of my appearance, was spared from attack.

After the enemy was dealt with, the young hunter also came to his senses, but was a little lost. He was distressed that he couldn't save the boy, and he was confused about what to do next. I can only say that he is not suitable for the job of a hunter, but it can also be said that he is more suitable for being a hunter. Because people who are not confused and immersed in hunting will soon become prey.

The young hunter probably wanted to dispel his confusion, so he asked me why I could do it without care. But apparently he got one thing wrong, I'm not a hunter, and bestiality is not prey to me. For me, they are the same as me.

I don't know what my answer made the young hunter think, and the other man fell into deep thought.

At this time the young hunter's companion came, and I also learned that the young hunter's name was Jora.

Jora's companions brought bad news, and many hunters went berserk in the midst of the frenzied hunt. This is the end of most hunters, and the situation today facilitates this to happen.

Old Yanan is finished, and even if no one says it, Jola and they can realize it.

When Jora's companions brought the news, the frenzied hunters also appeared. As a result, there was one more person to fight, but it was no different for me.

The frenzied hunters attack everyone but themselves, and may be still hunting themselves in their dreams, but the endless hunt itself is a nightmare.

Among the many hunters, a particularly unusual individual appeared before me, and the beast of the Ananites was not worth mentioning in front of him. The huge body was deformed and twisted, the limbs had turned into anti-joints like beasts, the giant arms could sweep a person away with a wave of the hand, the tumors like mouthparts on the body were all eyeballs, and the face seemed to be as thin as a horse.

The monster that most resembles a monster, and he is none other than the first hunter of the church - Ludwig.

I have to say that this is a very ironic thing, obviously taking the hunting of wild beasts as its own mission, but it turned out to be a beast itself. But it is also a matter of necessity, and the seeds of a curse have been planted in the medical church's constant pursuit of blood.

The cursed Ludwig continued to vent his madness, and the crazy hunters around him were also knocked away by his casually waved arms, and no one seemed to be able to resist them.

But he still fell in front of me, like the hunter he had dealt with.

When I was about to deal with him, an unexpected situation happened, and the beastly Ludvig took out the weapon he held in his life, and in the light of the moonlight greatsword, it seemed that he had regained a trace of humanity.

At this time, Ludwig was no longer an instinctive beast, but a hunter.

Even if the hunter is only part of the tragedy of this nightmare, the glory is real.

Wielding the Moonlight Greatsword, Ludwig seemed to have regained the power of a hunter, and it was by no means comparable to a giant beast.

I don't know how many times more dangerous this force poses than before, but isn't it a pleasant thing?

The glory shown by the other party is a will that even the beast nature cannot suppress.

Just feeling that makes people happy.

Therefore, in the face of the will shown by the other party, it is only possible to respond with the corresponding will.