"What the hell is this? "In his inner world, Torture Blade felt his soul trembling.www.biquge.info

In the heart of the torture blade, what was originally a white space has now become an extremely complex labyrinth.

The labyrinth was so twisted that it was not only on the ground, but also in the air, and some of the passages were completely erected. Countless steps, countless forks, countless houses, and countless doors existed in front of Torture Blade, making Torture Blade feel confused and despair.

Woo woo woo ·

At this moment, suddenly there was a terrible wail from somewhere in the labyrinth.

"Is this what William is capable of dreameaters?" The torture blade clenched his fists and analyzed in a low voice.

"Dream Eater... What is it? Suddenly, grim words rang in Tortureblade's ears.

Torture Blade suddenly shuddered all over his body, and suddenly looked back, only to find that there was no one.

"What's going on?" Tortureblade's body slowly leaned against a wall, muttering.

"Quack, are you scared too?" The grim words came from behind the blade again.

After hearing this, the torture blade suddenly turned his hair upside down and turned back suddenly.

This time, Tortureblade saw what was talking. It was an unusually twisted-looking monster.

The monster has a dark green eye, all black, and its whole body looks like a rickety person, and its mouth is big and scary. And in the mouth, on the tongue, there are actually three human heads. It's scary.

Instinctively, Tortureblade took two steps back and asked in a deep voice, "What the hell are you?" ”

The monster's body slowly crawled out of the wall, six claws like a withered human arm lying on the ground, its tongue sticking out, and then its body disappeared again.

Seeing the monster disappear, the torture blade suddenly tensed all over his body, and looked around nervously.

Whew...

Wails in the distance were still coming intermittently, and Torture Blade slowly felt the entire labyrinth become cold and dim. Visibility quickly went from normal to only five meters.

Loneliness, helplessness, fear, this is the mental state of Torture Blade right now.

In the void, a withered arm suddenly stretched out, and suddenly pinched the neck of the torture blade, and lifted the torture blade by the neck.

Then the monster's distorted face suddenly appeared in front of the torture blade, and twisted and resentful said, "Finally, the great revenge has been avenged!" ”

At close range, the torture blade was seen. The three heads in this monster's tongue are Sam, the middle-aged man, and the big fat Peel.

Ahhh

Tortureblade let out a loud cry and began to struggle violently.

"Give me my life!"

"Give me my life!"

"I died so miserably!"

The three pale tongues screamed and wailed, then opened their mouths to bite the Blade's head.

"Nope! No! No! Tortureblade screamed in panic, struggling desperately.

"Little Hunter, what's wrong?" The old hunter looked kindly at the little torture blade with a pale face.

At this time, the little torturer stood next to a corpse that had just died, and asked with a disturbed expression, "Old hunter, will he turn into a demon and come back to me?" ”

The old hunter glanced at the corpse and smiled, "I guess it will." ”

"So what should I do?" Little Torture Blade's face turned even paler, and his voice trembled.

The old hunter touched the head of the torture blade and said, "What are you afraid of, activate the mark of the king hunter and destroy him!" ”

"But I don't have the Mark of King Hunting yet." Torture Blade whispered.

"Yes." The old hunter crouched down and said.

His eyes, which had been closed in fear, suddenly opened, and Tortureblade roared with a hideous expression, "Dead undead! The King of the Hunt is no longer afraid of you! ”

With that, a large amount of brilliance emanated from the spirit body of the torture blade.

Then the poison mask, the sword and halberd of hunting anger, the bone of sorrow, and the blood armor of the god appeared one after another. Clenched the halberd in his hand, and instantly cut off the monster's arm.

Hiss · ·

The monster let out a serpent-like cry.

Tortureblade's feet slowly landed, a pair of emotionless cross-shaped eyes stared at it, and let out a hoarse voice, "I don't care what you are, the dignity of the king of the hunt cannot be violated!" ”

After speaking, the sword halberd in his hand swung and stabbed directly at the monster.

At this time, the torture blade stimulates the Mark of the King Hunter through the soul, and covers the Blood Hunter on the soul.

This principle is very similar to the principle of how humans activate soul images.

Seeing the sword stabbing at the blade, the monster retreated and sank into the wall.

A cold light flashed in Tortureblade's eyes, and then the sharp halberd pierced directly into the wall.

Just as the sword was pierced on one side of the torture blade, the monster appeared directly through the wall again on the other side, and then disappeared into the darkness in the blink of an eye.

Looking at the dark surroundings, the torture blade pinched the weapon in his hand, and calculated in his heart, "This feeling should be the same as dreaming." I haven't dreamed of it, but I've heard it from the old hunter. Everything in dreams is incomprehensible. ”

As Torture Blade pondered, a pair of bloodied hands slowly reached out of the mist and grabbed Torture Blade's back.

Tortureblade felt a chill down his spine and turned his head to look, but found nothing.

"There's weirdness." Torture Blade said in his heart, moving forward cautiously.

Tortureblade doesn't dare to lean against the wall now, because the wall doesn't mean security right now.

After about a few hundred meters, Tortureblade saw a door to his left. Walk over carefully and open it slowly.

Ahhhh

The moment the door was opened, countless hideous ghost hands suddenly stretched out and grabbed the body of the torture blade.

The torture blade instantly raised its halberd and slashed downward.

Thorn · ·

More than a dozen ghost hands were directly cut off by the sword halberd, and the torture blade hurriedly took two steps back, reached out and withdrew the ghost hand on his head and body, staring at the door.

At the door was a blood-red world, and it could be clearly seen that there were countless bones and heads inside, and all of them were dismembered and mutilated.

Tortureblade looked at his face becoming more and more solemn, and muttered in his mouth, "What the hell is going on?" ”

The knife wounds on those bones are so familiar, and the method of being killed is so familiar. Obviously, these people were all killed by the blade.

"Is this the legendary Shura Hell?" Tortureblade slowly stood up, and was about to move forward when he found that his feet had been grabbed by a large number of ghost hands at some point.

"It's endless!" The torture blade roared angrily, and suddenly raised his hand to cut it off.

"What are you going to do? Bub. The hand raised by the torture blade was grasped by a large, powerful hand.

Torture Blade's eyes widened in disbelief, and when he saw the owner of the big hand...

When!

The sword halberd hand fell off his hand, and the torture blade's mouth slowly grew, "This is impossible. ”

This is a thin old man, but with a tall skeleton, a rickety body and a face full of furrows. The old dragon bell looks like he could die at any time.

But just like that, the Torture Blade has always been in my heart.

"Old... Old Hunter..." Tortureblade looked at the old man and muttered.

The old man smiled and said, "What are you nervous about?" ”

Torture Blade looked at the old man blankly and said, "Is it really you?" Old hunter? I have a lot to say to you, a lot of questions to ask you. ”

The old hunter gently took the hand of the torture blade and said, "Okay, let's find a place and have a good talk." ”

The torture blade, whose hand was being held up, instinctively took a step forward. But at this moment, the eye of the torture blade suddenly fell on his hand, which was being held.

"You're not an old hunter!" Tortureblade snapped back to his senses and asked in a low voice.

The old man's body stopped, turned his head and looked at the torture blade with a smile and asked, "Little guy, why do you say that?" ”

Tortureblade stared at him sharply, and said, "The old hunter won't hold my hand, this way is the most annoying way for the old hunter." ”

The old man became silent when he heard this, then looked at the torture blade and whispered, "Little hunter, your vigilance is quite high." ”

Whew!

As soon as the words fell, the old man suddenly turned into a disgusting monster with carrion all over his body, and his big mouth full of fangs slammed into the torture blade.

Tortureblade hurriedly clenched his weapon, only to find that his Fury Hunting Sword had just fallen.

Between the lightning and flint, the torture blade's body suddenly flashed back, and then he was about to bend down to pick up the weapon, but he was angry to find that the Hunting Fury Sword Halberd had been pulled under the ground by those ghost hands.

"Damn it!" Torture Blade cursed in a low voice, and his body retreated again and again.

As the blade retreated, a headless corpse suddenly emerged from the wall on the left, lunging towards the blade with teeth and claws.

The torture blade rolled a few times and then turned around and ran.

He had barely taken two steps when a door on the right suddenly opened, and a large number of corpses piled up, followed by a skinless man howling and lunging at the torture blade.

The torture blade fist clenched suddenly, and it hit it directly.

Smack! The fist slammed the monster's head to pieces. But it's a pity that in an instant after the head was broken, it actually recovered again.

Tortureblade hurriedly withdrew his hand, and then began to run wildly.

Then, for a long time, the torture blade tirelessly ran through the labyrinth, dodging. But those terrifying undead monsters are endless, always appearing from all directions to attack the torture blade.

The blade's attack on them had no effect.

I don't know how long it has been, but for the first time in his life, the running Torture Blade has lost its definition of time.

His eyes never stopped, hoping to find a way out.

His head kept running, thinking about what to do with the monsters that would appear next.

Gradually, anxiety and anger continued to fill his heart, and Torture Blade felt as if grass had grown inside, and there was something indescribable that needed to be vented.

Ahhhh

I don't know how long it took, but there was still no end in sight to the maze, and monsters continued to appear. Filled with agitation and rage, the Torture Blade let out a series of inhuman roars.

Quack Quack··· Hahahaha·· Whew...

Endless cries are heard from all directions, and countless terrifying monsters will suddenly appear from any place.

I don't know how long it took, but the speed of the torture blade's running gradually slowed down, his eyes stopped turning, and his brain's thoughts gradually became blocked.

The blood of the King Hunter fell off in silence, and the torture blade at this time was like a terminally ill patient, his face was pale and his eyes were glazed.

For the first time! For the first time, under the constraints of the Mark of the King Hunter, Tortureblade felt helpless, desperate, and... Fear.

(To be continued.) )