On the dark street, several figures with weapons are constantly wandering. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

Some of these people were wearing spiritual guards, some were wearing the blood suits of the hunter, and some were walking naked on the streets. These people have different forms, but they all have one thing in common, and that is madness.

Their bestiality is not full, but their eyes are full of madness, which makes people fear at the first sight.

The moment the Torture Blade stepped into this city, several people wearing the Blood Hunter's Blood Suit instantly felt the Torture Blade, and their eyes looked at the invisible Torture Blade at the same time.

But then the hunters returned to normalcy and continued to wander aimlessly.

"Although they are not conscious, their sense of identity with the hunter is still there. Won't the hunter attack the hunter...," Tortureblade said, struggling into the city.

The torture blade could clearly feel that these people saw him, and there was even a strong man with a height of two meters, wearing a heavy armor of dark iron all over his body, walking up to him, bending down slightly and sniffing at the body of the torture blade.

Then, the strong man raised his head and continued to wander.

"Looks like it's safe here." Tortureblade said as he prepared to find a house and take a rest.

At that moment, the dragonman seemed to realize something and began to try to fly in this direction.

At the moment when he had just crossed the border, the giant in the square suddenly drew his bow and then pointed at the dragonman.

Seeing the crossbow arrows coming, the dragonman hurriedly dodged, then pushed with both hands, and a whirlwind with terrifying power struck the giant.

It's a pity that such a terrifying whirlwind didn't do any damage to the giants. The giant continued to draw his bow and shoot arrows.

"It's annoying!" The dragonman cursed in a low voice, then raised his hand and prepared to attack.

However, the dragonman's flight in attracted the attention of not only the giants, but also the hunters below.

Whew...

Seeing the dragonman fly in, the hunter on the ground suddenly let out a wolf-like howl, and then a hunter directly took out his bow and arrow behind his back and shot at the dragonman.

Sou!

This arrow, after being shot out, was like a meteor, and it hit the dragonman's body in the blink of an eye, actually penetrating the dragonman's indestructible body!

The dragonman in the sky was in pain, hurriedly returned, and flew back to Xicheng District.

As the dragonmen flew back, the hunters regained their silence and began to wander aimlessly again.

"It seems to be safe for the time being." Torture Blade's heart suddenly relaxed, and he walked closer to the center of Dongcheng with difficulty, and then casually pushed open a basement door and walked in.

The basement is small in size, with a large number of wine jars and messy food.

I don't know if it's because of the perennial cold or what, this cup has been sealed for I don't know how many years in the basement there are no rats, no corruption, and no moldy smell.

Close the door tightly, then pick up the dust from the ground and hook the crack in the door.

After making sure there were no problems, Tortureblade opened the backpack.

Spread your clothes neatly on the floor, then place the high-energy dry food on top of your clothes.

Then the torture blade lay down and lifted the spirit sword.

The armor turned into a long sword and fell to the ground with a clatter.

On a towering bell tower in the distance, a dilapidated figure slowly stood up, a pair of scarlet eyes swept around, and then picked up the terrifying big gun in his hand, and his body disappeared abruptly.

In the basement, Torture Blade slowly closed his hollow left eye. Then the shriveled eyelids slowly stirred.

A minute later, Tortureblade opened his left eye, which had been a bloody hole just a moment ago, and had fully recovered.

The limbless blade crawled forward with his chin, biting down on the dry food, then crushing it finely and swallowing it.

One, two, three. With the fourth piece of the lower belly, Torture Blade felt that his weakened body was finally rejuvenated.

"Next is the left arm." Tortureblade turned his head to look at his left shoulder, and his forehead slowly turned green.

The wound had begun to heal and the severed arm was dehisced open again. But no blood was shed.

Immediately afterward, white muscles and bones, red flesh grew rapidly at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Five minutes later, a brand new left arm grew intact.

This left arm is no different from the previous one, it is as strong and powerful as before.

After growing an arm, a thin sweat oozed from the torture blade's body, and then he stretched out his long-lost arm to grab the dry food and continue to stuff it into his mouth.

After regaining some energy again, the torture blade crawled against his left arm, which was his right arm.

Looking at his right arm, which had been completely stiffened by the cold, Torture Blade's left hand began to gently knead the tendons on his right arm.

Soon, his right arm became soft again, and fresh blood was even flowing from the wound.

Lower your head and bite off the broken wall of your right arm, then aim at the wound and put it together.

After a while, his right arm returned to the shoulder of the torture blade.

"Strong physical activity represents not only the strength of the body, but also the activity strength of the tissues. In my current physical activity, in its natural state. My arm doesn't decay naturally for three months. ”

Tortureblade thought to himself, straining his hands to sit up with his hands on his body, and then began to knead his legs.

The same step, and after half an hour, both thighs were picked up.

When the limbs returned, Tortureblade ate two-thirds of the ration. A stream of heat spread from Tortureblade's stomach down the blood to all parts of his body.

After a few minutes, Tortureblade moved his body and felt his whole body full of power.

Tortureblade then donned a fur-trimmed plush garment, and a fur coat on the outside.

After his body temperature was assured, Tortureblade grew out of his right eye.

When everything was in order, Tortureblade snuggled up in the corner with the King's Sword in both hands, and fell into a deep sleep.

With this sleep, the torture blade went directly into the deepest deep sleep.

Time passed slowly, in the early hours of the morning, when the sky was at its darkest.

Squeak...

The basement door slowly opened, and a man with tattered and scarlet eyes walked in with heavy steps.

However, at this time, the torture blade had already entered the deepest sleep, and he slept very deadly, completely unresponsive.

The man first reached out to pinch the neck of the torture blade, but then his hand shifted direction and grasped the hilt of the King's Sword.

Poof!

A terrifying aura flashed, and the hand of the man who had hit him suddenly retreated.

Seeing this, the man slowly retreated, then silently closed the door and left.

The next morning, after eight hours of deep sleep, Tortureblade slowly opened his eyes.

The moment he opened his eyes, Torture Blade first looked around and was relieved to find that there was no social problem.

He was really scared, and he was back on the operating table that made him desperate again.

But just then, Tortureblade noticed that the dirt that had been used to squint last night was scattered all over the ground.

"Someone opened the door and came here!" When Torture Blade thought of this, the hairs on his whole body suddenly stood up.

Instantly activated the King Hunter Sword, and after the gray armor covered the body, the torture blade disappeared from the body.

Now, life preservation comes first.

After activating the Spirit Sword, Torture Blade looked down at the footprints on the ground, "The footprints of humans seem to have come to me. Is it a hunter? No way. The hunter is unconscious, and even if he wanders in curiously, it is impossible to close the door when he leaves. ”

"The Plague King? More unlikely. If it were him, I'd be back in that tower. Tortureblade packed up his package and walked out of the basement in thought.

Walking out of the basement, the harsh sunlight shone down from the sky, and the sky was blue and cloudless.

In the streets, the hunters still dragged their weapons and wandered aimlessly.

Tortureblade watched them closely. I don't know how long they have been wandering, their skin has already been dry, and the potholes have turned a miserable white. Even some hunters have vines and moss on their bodies.

The Torture Blade cautiously moved forward, and after a while. Tortureblade came to a large square.

In this square, there is a huge iron shelf. On the shelves, more than a dozen mutilated corpses were hanging. And these corpses are still the corpses of hunters.

Underneath the corpses was a large pile of burned fires, and it looked like someone was trying to burn them.

In front of the surrounding houses of the square, a large number of corpses were also hung. These corpses were all hunters' corpses, and they died very miserably.

"What the hell is going on?" This kind of scene was seen when Tortureblade first entered the city gates.

He had thought that the plague king had done it. But yesterday it turned out that those disasters simply could not enter this eastern part of the city.

"In other words, the corpses here existed before the Plague King and them came. That means that these hunters were killed by other hunters! Thinking of this, Tortureblade remembered a terrifying result.

"Impossible, unwilling! Hunters don't kill hunters. Tortureblade muttered.

A cold wind blew with snowflakes.

The bell tower in the distance suddenly remembered the sound of the bell.

At this time, all the hunters in the town turned around when they heard the bell, slowly knelt on the ground, and looked in the direction from which the bell came.

Torture Blade followed the sound, and suddenly saw a figure standing on the edge of the bell, knocking gently.

"Ring the bell? Could it be that there are rational hunters here? Thinking of this, Torture Blade suddenly perked up, and then ran quickly towards the bell tower.

At the same time, the East City District.

Dressed in pitch-black beast-like armor, the Plague King led the dragonmen out of the tower.

And that man's head is William.

At this time, William's head was stuck with a large number of steel needles, and he looked very cruel.

Outside the towers, thousands of ooze giants stand quietly in the city.

"Do what you have to do." The Plague King's mask with hideous teeth sounded.

Although William's face was full of pain, he nodded hurriedly, lay on the ground and said, "This way." ”

Soon, William led the Plague King to the place where Tortureblade picked up the package yesterday.

"This is where it dropped its package, master." Yesterday's dragon man said.

The Plague King nodded and said, "What about after that?" ”

William sniffed on the ground and said, "Go to Dongcheng District." ”

After hearing this, the Plague King said in a cold voice, "Gather all the dragonmen, it's time to clean up those damned hunters." ”

(To be continued.) )