Soon, I caught up with a group of fleeing survivors, eight in all, all adults, but in danger under three bizarre sieges. Their fear is one reason, and the other is the mystery of the weird, which makes it impossible for ordinary people to fight back.

Just as one of them was about to be killed, an arrow came from a distance and pierced the man's body, nailing it together with the strange thing that was about to kill him. The strange looked very painful, but not dead, and the pierced man, who was already dead, suddenly ignited his body and burned the strange with it.

Everyone at the scene was a little stunned. I looked in the direction the arrow was coming from, and a heavily armed hunter was wound up his bow and aimed at another monstrous. I've come to understand that he doesn't care about other people at all, the goal is just weird, and the people who are also on the battlefield will be used by him as a tool to kill weird.

What a cold hunter, and too crazy, I remember the way he looked. The hunter had been to the Tower, and had come to the gathering place with his companions, and before that, like everyone else, he had been hiding in a building—what he had done at this time seemed to have shaken off that conservative self-help mentality, but it seemed like he had gone to the other extreme. To be honest, I didn't like him, and likewise, he didn't seem to think I was a companion in the slightest.

"It's a mad hunter!" Someone cried out in horror: "He's gone mad!" ”

Two arrows in a row passed through the man's flanks and pinned to the two remaining monsters, and a third arrow had been fired, targeting the man's head. Obviously, the man's exclamation caught the hunter's attention. At the moment of a thousand troops. I caught up with the third arrow and grabbed it with one hand before it pierced the man's head.

My palm was cut, and it was a powerful arrow. But at this point, I broke the shaft of the arrow and said to the others, "Go away." Go to the chapel. The fact that you have made it here alive is proof that this area has been cleared. ”

"Hunter, hunter? Another hunter! The man screamed in terror and ran away. The others also looked at me with apprehension and hurriedly chased after me.

At the same time, a succession of arrows came from the opposite side, and I cut them down one by one with a serrated broadsword. What a nuisance, I thought maybe there would be a hunter to revive himself, but I didn't expect it. The reason why the other party hunts weird is simply because he himself is crazy. He wasn't there to save people, he wasn't there to protect himself, he was just shooting indiscriminately.

"Brother, I'm a little cold." The girl behind her said that the tentacles on her back had grown half as long as they had been during the chain judgment, and that perhaps she should have mutated faster. Just because of staying by my side, by my mystery. In other words, the fourth-level magic pattern suppressed the speed of alienation.

The fourth-level demonic pattern absorbs the gray mist and ash around me, which represent mystery and malice, so that the alienation has always maintained a minimum value around me.

"Don't worry, it'll be here soon." I comforted her, calculated the time in my mind, and decided to stop the mad hunter in front of me. But he didn't intend to kill him. It might be a good choice for him to kill himself with the weird. Although the hunter has lost his mind to judge right from wrong, his hunting instinct still dominates his actions. Hunters have no spells or superpowers, a mysterious form that has obvious forms, and the way they fight is not much different from that of normal people in white-knuckle combat - the reason why ordinary people can't give birth is ostensibly a matter of physical fitness and skill. There may be a greater difference in essence, but the difference on the surface is not meaningless.

With a quick sweep, I can steer him to more dangerous places. No, my fight with him will cause a huge movement and turn the place where we are into a meat grinder. Chain Judgment has been observed, and a large number of weirdos have begun to gather in this direction, and those who have fled have cleverly diverged from the strange movement route on their routes. Sure enough, the sacrifices that are being carried out in the present gathering place are not intended to strangle everyone in their self-righteous closed rooms at the beginning, nor are they intended to slaughter them all when they flee, and perhaps the drive of a small number of people to the chapel is also in the plan of the mysterious organization.

The dead young woman saw very well that the chapel was the safest place for the time being, but it could also become an even more terrifying place in the distant future. Those who fled to the chapel were only postponing their deaths, but even so, they could survive for the time being, wouldn't they? In short, if you can survive and drink to quench your thirst, the current situation is also a must.

For me, the fact that my power does not shelter everyone has nothing to do with whether or not I have ever thought to save everyone. To put it cruelly, the decline in numbers, and the final despair, in my opinion, can also be considered a means of resurrection by putting oneself to death. I am afraid that those people cannot understand it, and the context of what they see is completely different from what I saw.

They are right to think that it is the deepest night, but it is still too simple. How could the deepest night, which was arranged by so many mysterious organizations, be carried out as "usual", they didn't even know that this gathering place, the chapel of this gathering place, and the fact that they were allowed to survive and arrive at the chapel, could be a part of the man-made planning.

All people's actions, thoughts, and emotions are guided, condensed into oppressive, desperate, and terrifying concepts, and filtered out like a sieve that is "not pure enough" for the sacrificial ritual, and finally reaches a relatively ideal value. The sacrifice ritual is not the larger the number of people, the better the effect, in the past Doomsday Illusion, when the Doomsday Shinrikyo carried out the Heavenly Gate Project, it only destroyed a town.

Now it seems that the cost and result are completely disproportionate, and if there really is the principle of equivalent exchange, it must be the sacrifice of the time, which has already made up for the defect of quantity in terms of "quality".

I don't know much about the sacrificial ritual, and I am more like a soldier on the front line, so I know almost nothing about how to judge the quality of the sacrifices required for a sacrificial ritual, and how to construct its effects and characteristics. I only know that mystery is uncontrollable, and that sacrificial rituals do not control mystery, but only the phenomena that accompany mystery. For the sake of a substance, but not to understand what it is, let alone to use this substance, but to use the process of producing the substance, and the by-products produced in the process.

The mystery of the sacrificial ritual is not even understood by the person who performed it. However, they can judge what superficial phenomena may occur in this process and result, and try to use this phenomenon to indirectly achieve their own goals.

The current madness, mutations, and carnages are only superficial things, but these superficial things alone have already brought about apocalyptic disasters.

In this sense, the mad hunter is relative to other alienated people. In fact, it does not seem particularly strange, and it is to be expected. The appearance of a mad hunter means that there are more mad hunters, and the very existence of the mad hunter has proved Old Hawke's worries.

If Old Hawke were still alive, would he also become one of the Mad Hunters? I can't prove it, but I think it will. Another old hunter once said that all hunters have a common bloodline. So, what these crazy hunters look like now. In a sense, it's what else I might become.

For now, though, I'm different from these mad hunters.

"Hold on." I said to the girl on my back. The mad hunter crouched down, as if a strong spring was being deeply pressed, and in the moment of relieving the oppression. Crossing the two roofs, the scythe in his hand slashed condescendingly. Instead of relying on a quick dodge, I chose to take on this power, which was a temptation. I had a hunch that there would be more mad hunters to come—the serrated broadsword biting the scythe's edge. There was a screeching sound, sparks erupted between us, and the mad hunter and I were at a stalemate, but I didn't think his leap was an extraordinarily powerful force.

With the physique of a fourth-level demonic emissary, his blow couldn't even make me take half a step back. However, the mad hunter did not waver at all, his body twisted into a terrifying magnitude like a snake, and suddenly disappeared from the view of the naked eye. However, the chain judgment still observed that he was prostrate on the ground, like some kind of beast, and his outstretched body and arms made people feel a kind of explosive force full of elasticity.

This kind of soft, easy-flowing, explosive movement is just like the martial arts skills Tomie once showed me. The difference is that Tomie said that it was a skill that she gradually formed after diligent exercise and practical application, giving people a very fine taste. The Mad Hunter's stance is even wilder, as if it were an instinct that has been honed over the years of fighting against the inhuman.

Just as I flipped the serrated broadsword in an attempt to block the blow to the knee, the blade jumped up like a piece of paper blown by the air. I had to go into a quick sweep and dodge the blow faster, and I kept retreating three paces, still amazed at the mad hunter's fighting skills. I'm certainly not a skilled fighter, and although I've been taught by Tomie, I don't think I'm an expert even after being honed in battle, and I rely on the natural lethality of speed, keen perception, and terrifying insight into chain judgments.

And the mad hunter in front of me, in terms of pure combat skills, is indeed stronger than me.

However, in mysterious battles, no, it should be said that no battle will be won by which side has the stronger fighting skills.

Even so, it was naïve to want to win without using a quick sweep. The truth is that the enemy is a little stronger than he thinks.

The mad hunter seemed to melt himself into the wind, and before it whistled, he shot four throwing knives. The moment I entered the speed sweeping state, the relative speed difference made the knives seem to freeze in mid-air, coated with a blue-black liquid, and emitting an ominous sheen under the red moon.

Poison Throwing Knife! It's a weapon I've never used, but behind the chapel, where surgery was performed, it does have it, and Old Hawk must be a good hand. Needless to say, all hunters will use the characteristics of weapons to hunt in response to strange different characteristics.

In the eyes of the mad hunters, I guess I'm no different from those weirdos with mysterious powers.

I grabbed the throwing knife, tucked it into my belt, and reached behind the mad hunter as he pounced like a beast. At his current speed, the Mad Hunter was able to react instinctively—not by dodging, but by raising his foot, the blade hidden in the sole of his boot slowly popping out of my eyes.

Although he reacted, the whole process of reaction was still too slow for me at this time. I only had to swing the serrated broadsword to kill him, but at the beginning I had the idea of simply grabbing his shoulders and throwing him in the weirdest direction.

By the time the raid stopped, the Mad Hunter had crashed into the building in the distance, the crumbling walls adding to the confusion.

I didn't linger any longer, enough temptation for the mad hunter, who must have been wounded by my blow, but would surely have become more frantic and hunt all the weirdness around him.

I'm not going to look at any other places to see if there are any living people, the situation is getting worse every moment, and the alienation of girls is suppressed, but there is a limit to this suppression. I'm not sure if there will be a new state of worship in the chapel, but for the time being, there is no other option than the chapel. After a breath, I rejoined the group I had encountered earlier, and everyone in the escape team was staring at me with horror, staring at the girl behind me.

They are like frightened birds, afraid not only of me, but also of girls, but why should they be afraid of children in the same situation as them? They looked at the girl as if they were looking at a monster.

The girl put her arms around my neck harder, and I couldn't see her expression, but her voice was very disturbed: "Brother......"

"Don't be afraid." I said, patting her on the arm.

I walked past the crowd and came to the closed door of the chapel and pushed it hard.

"Open the door!" I say.

I can understand that the people who remained in the chapel had locked the door of the chapel first, but now they had to open it. This chapel is not one of those buildings that belong to one person and cannot be accessed without the permission of its owner. The concept of "chapel" is already a more open and popular concept. (To be continued......)