In the gloomy house, there was a pungent smell, and the gray mist spread in the air, making the already dark room even darker. Pen "Fun" Pavilion www.biquge.info

A gray-haired teenager sits on a stool, playing with the odd machete in his hand.

On the counter next to it, there are all kinds of potions. In front of the counter, an old man with a hunched body kept picking up some bottles and adjusting the potion.

"Old hunter, do you think that after I go through the baptism of mutation, will I become as powerful as you?" The boy asked the old man.

The old man smiled softly and said, "Do you want me like this?" Then you're far behind. If you want to become like me, you've been cultivating for decades! ”

As the two of them talked, the spirit of the Torture Blade sat silently on the sidelines, watching the familiar scene.

"This is the time of the baptism of mutation, what have I forgotten at this time?" Tortureblade muttered.

Click!

On the side, the small torture blade flicked casually, the serrated machete in his hand stretched out, and after waving it twice at will, he asked, "Old hunter, since you can already defeat those four Calamity Kings, why don't you kill the Mother of Calamity?" ”

The old hunter poured a green potion into the distillation flask and said, "How can it be so easy?" The strength of the Four Kings of Calamity and the Mother Body are simply different from the mud. And you remember. The Four Kings of Calamity are just four powerful calamities that are more frequent. In the midst of the disaster, there are many more powerful guys than these four. ”

After hearing this, Little Torture Blade's eyes lit up and asked, "Really?" Over there? ”

"Just you little thing! People will blow you to death in one go. The old hunter laughed and poured the last two potions together.

In the last test tube, the liquid mixed by the two potions gradually turned silvery white, and the liquid looked very viscous, like mercury.

The old hunter sat opposite the torture blade with the test tube, looked at the little torture blade with the potion in his hand, and said, "You have to think clearly, if this potion goes down, you will lose all emotions and become like a robot." ”

The little torture blade must have said yes, "It's okay, as long as I can get power, I'm willing to do anything." ”

"You little one! Why is he so hungry for power at such a young age? ”

Little Torture Clenched his fists and said, "I don't want to let the old hunter protect me for the rest of my life. I'm going to protect the old hunter too. ”

The old hunter laughed when he heard this, "Yes, you kid still has a little conscience." ”

Little Torture Blade grinned and said, "Of course you have a conscience, but if you don't have a conscience, you're not a human being!" ”

The old hunter's face flashed with relief, then he looked down at the potion in his hand, and after a moment of silence, he said, "Drink it!" ”

The little torture blade happily took the potion, and after a large amount of curiosity in his eyes, he drank it dry in one gulp.

Poof!

As soon as he finished drinking, the torture blade suddenly fell to the ground with a painful face, his whole body was constantly withdrawn, his eyes were white, and his face was as pale as paper.

The old hunter looked at the little torture blade motionless, and watched quietly.

The body of the little torture blade kept pumping out on the ground, and the miserable white lips muttered, "Old · Old Hunter · · Pain·· It hurts..."

As he spoke, Little Torture Blade's hands cupped his head.

When the old hunter saw this, he squatted on the ground with a distressed face and whispered, "It's okay, hold on." The process of mutation is always very painful. ”

"Ahhh

Tortureblade couldn't help but scream, then sat up suddenly, slamming his head against the wall.

The old hunter did not stop, but slowly put his hand in his arms.

Subsequently, a worn-out bronze sword pendant was taken from the neck.

"This is..." Tortureblade set his sights on the pendant. The pendant, he knew, had been picked up on the corpse of the old hunter.

As the little blade struck, the gray hair continued to fall out, and in less than a minute, the blade's head turned bare.

When the old hunter saw this, he sighed, "The side effects are starting to show. Hope it doesn't hurt your soul. ”

The little torture blade struggled for more than ten minutes, and then his body suddenly stiffened and fell to the ground.

The old hunter stepped forward and carried the little torture blade to the bed, a blood-red glow flashing behind him.

Then, a large blood-red cross appeared on the old hunter's body, and then a burst of red light slowly stretched out from the cross, entering the body of the torture blade.

But at this moment! Torture Blade, who was lying on the ground, sat up suddenly, and a pair of dark eyes stared at the old hunter like a demon.

When the old hunter saw this, he retreated slightly and said, "Little one, you are awake." ”

"What's going on!?" Torture Blade's eyes widened as he looked at the two of them. His memory is not at all anxious at this time for himself.

Narrowing into dark eyes, the little torture blade pointed to the cross behind the old hunter and asked, "What is this?" ”

"Mark of the King Hunter. If you want to become a hunter, after the mutation baptism, you have to implant the mark of the hunter to suppress your emotions. The old hunter looked very cautious at this time and said.

Little Torture Blade nodded, got up expressionlessly, and said, "Then what are you going to do?" Give me the Mark of the King Hunter? ”

The old hunter shook his head and said, "No, my King Hunter Mark is the Source Mark and cannot be given to you." I can divide the Mark of the King Hunter and give it to you. ”

"I'm going to be as powerful as you, so can you give me the Source Seal?" ”

The old hunter smiled and shook his head and said, "I can't give this one!" This mark is hidden in my brain, and if I take it out, I will cut off my head. In that case, I'll die. ”

The little torture blade nodded, got up and sat in the chair without speaking.

The old hunter smiled and said, "Little one, don't move. I'll give you the Mark of the King Hunter now. ”

Just as the old hunter took a step forward, the little torture blade suddenly grabbed the serrated machete on the table and slashed at the old hunter's neck.

The old hunter instantly stepped back, looked at the little torture blade, and asked, "What are you going to do?" ”

The little torture blade stared at the old hunter and said, "I want to surpass you!" Therefore I do not want the mark of separation, but I want the mark of your source. ”

"There is no difference between the two." The old hunter explained.

The little torture blade suddenly rushed up and attacked, saying, "Who knows if you're lying to me!?" ”

After hearing this, the old hunter sighed in a low voice, "The most worrying thing has happened. This kid's primitive wildness has completely awakened. ”

Seeing this, even the torture blade that had purified his heart clenched his hands, and his face was full of incredulity.

While!

The old hunter casually took out a worn-out bronze sword to block the attack of the little torture blade and said, "Calm down! ”

But the little torture blade ignored it, and continued his crazy attack.

"Damn it! It seems that the primordial wildness has completely exploded without the suppression of emotions. What a miscalculation! The old hunter sighed and kicked the blade out of the way.

Boom!

The body of the torture blade directly smashed through the wall of the house and flew out more than ten meters.

The old hunter looked at the little torture blade flying out and muttered, "When I saw you, you were a ghoul who ate carrion. At that time, you were completely irrational, just a beast. I thought that those primitive wildness had disappeared over the years. I didn't expect this kind of wildness to explode so violently without the suppression of emotions. ”

At this time, the little torture blade had already stood up, and rushed over again, completely ignoring the pain in his body.

While! While! While!

The sound of weapons clinging was heard constantly.

In the face of the attack of the small torture blade, the old hunter's eyes cooled several times and prepared to kill the killer, but he didn't know why he stopped.

"I'm so old, I can't do it! I can't do it! The old hunter sighed as he parried the attack of the little torture blade.

The little torture blade had a cold expression, and his eyes were grim and constantly attacking the vital parts of the old hunter.

After a few fights, the old hunter suddenly said, "Are you so eager to surpass me?" ”

"You're old, and you've reached the limit. You don't have the ability to hunt the mother. You can't outmaneuver the glorious mission of the Hunter. Well, since you're useless, you might as well give me your stuff! Torture Blade said.

When the old hunter heard this, he didn't care about the rudeness of the little torture blade, and laughed and said, "Not bad... Not bad! I'm really old, and I'm really useless. ”

"Then give me your sigil!" The little torture blade said, and rushed up again.

The old hunter looked at the cruel and resolute appearance of the little torture blade, and muttered, "Sure enough, things gather like things, and people divide into groups." You and I are so similar! No wonder I found you in the first place. ”

While!

The old hunter's bronze sword blocked the attack of the little torture blade and asked, "Are you sure you can surpass me?" ”

"Of course it's sure!" Little Torture Blade said.

The old hunter continued, "Then what guarantee do you take?" ”

The little torture blade stared at the old hunter and said, "I am stronger!" The little torture blade let out a low roar, and then two hideous darts suddenly appeared in both hands.

"This is..." The moment he saw this thing, the old hunter suddenly lost his mind.

Seizing this opportunity, the little torture blade rushed forward, instantly slicing open the old hunter's chest.

Blood splattered on the ground, and the old hunter staggered back two steps.

The old hunter looked at the darts of the torture blade and said with difficulty, "Sure enough, you really have more hope than I do." ”

As he spoke, he leaned weakly against the corner.

The little torture blade walked over indifferently, looked at the old hunter and said, "You are already old, and the world after that is mine!" ”

The old hunter smiled palely, "You're right. ”

As he spoke, the old hunter smiled at the torture blade and said, "Little one, can I say a few more words to you?" ”

The little torture blade stood there, nodding silently.

"It seems that the next five hunter techniques have no chance to be handed over to you. If you have the chance, you can go to the Crow City. You'll learn a lot from there. ”

The old hunter said, beckoning to the little torture blade to crouch down.

The little torture blade crouched down and looked at him nervously.

"In the future, remember the ten guidelines I have given you. Be cautious in what you do, don't be careless. Always pay attention to what is happening around you and don't make the same mistakes as before. ”

The little torture blade nodded calmly and said, "I'll remember." ”

The old hunter stretched out his hand, touched the bare head of the little torture blade, and said, "You are a natural hunter, and your talent is very good. You do have more hope than I do of hunting the Mother of Calamity. So, when I'm dead, you can take my King Hunter's Blood Suit. As he spoke, he pointed to the pendant around his neck.

The little torture blade continued to nod.

"Finally, may the glory of the King of Hunters shine on the path ahead."

Swish!

The moon-scar dart flashed, and the old hunter's head flew with it.

(To be continued.) )