Nirvana 1185.

Since the "Natural Disaster War", the Apocalypse Protoss cleaned up the earth with the "Annihilation Strike", the sky of the entire earth has always been gloomy.

The jet-black clouds, like the gray-black bricks of the foundation of the city wall, floated in the sky, overwhelming people's breath.

On the desolate land, the surface of the earth cracked, and the withered yellow grass was blown off by the yin wind and flew into the sky indiscriminately.

On an ugly hillside, bare gravel piles were interspersed with earthy yellow stones, interspersed with human arm bones and rotting shredded flesh.

Overcast, like an evening sky, a man in a black robe with a slender figure staggered down the hillside.

The man's eyes caught a glimpse of the carrion among the rubble, and he stopped slightly.

Under the man's gaze, a thin child with a wound all over his body jumped out of the crack in the rubble, and then ran to the pile of rubble, picked up the carrion that should have been left for half a month, and stuffed it into his mouth.

The man had barely moved his steps when he caught the child's attention.

A withered face, a pair of metal horns, and a pair of black eyes like hellhounds appeared in the man's eyes.

The gloomy sky and the dim light combined with such cheeks were as terrifying as the hellish Shura.

"It's the work of the mining company again. But such evil spirits are not for you to destroy. The man let out a hoarse, dry sound, as if two stone mills had been dry for countless years rubbing against each other.

The child chewed carrion in his mouth, and his body fell to the ground on all fours like a leopard, and his back slowly arched. The pitch-black pupils quickly constricted, tensing all the nerves and muscles ready to attack.

For children, all the people who appear here are enemies and at the same time food.

The man didn't seem to have the strength to move a single step, and he vanished.

When the child saw this, there was a trace of astonishment in his wild eyes, and then a rickety, but tall body appeared in front of him.

The wrinkled thin hand gently touched the metal horn on the child's forehead, and said hoarsely: "Go hunting with me!" ”

The child sensed a great threat on this emaciated figure, and the corners of his mouth grinned, revealing the sharp canine teeth that had evolved from chewing raw meat for a long time.

"Don't be afraid, you will never be afraid again." As he spoke, the man picked up a cross-shaped needle and stabbed it into the child's tense muscles.

"The next generation of hunters is you."

The man slowly picked up the child's limp body.

"The ghouls of the wilderness will wield the Huntsman's execution blade. Call you Torture Blade. ”

In the year 1198 of the Nirvana calendar, 200 kilometers west of the Apocalypse City, a dark woodland.

In the deep and dark forest, damp vines hang from the trunks of the trees. The vines mingle with the dark green foliage, giving the forest an effective line of sight of less than five meters.

Tortureblade lay quietly in the canopy of a banyan tree. A pair of jet-black silence is like a jewel in the dark, blazing.

Rustle rustle ·

Not far from the blade, the sound of leaves rubbing against vines was heard. Hearing this, the torture blade slowly pulled out a cylindrical object about ten centimeters from his waist and held it in his mouth.

The sound is getting closer.

Hiss~~~Roar·· Hiss~~~Roar··

The grinding of leaves was mixed with a hoarse roar. In such a dark place, it gives people a sense of oppression and tension from the heart.

Smack

Droplets of water from the leaves fell, falling on Tortureblade's bare skull. Several centipedes, which had just crawled out of the trunk, crawled down Tortureblade's neck to his head.

But the blade didn't move. Because he is a hunter, a determined and mature hunter.

Five seconds later, the owner of the roar appeared in the dim light.

It was a two-meter-tall monster with long black hair all over its body. He was dressed in tattered linen clothes and carried a rusty scythe in his hand.

A piercing roar came from his mouth.

"That's right, it's a madman." Tortureblade's eyes flashed with almost invisible excitement.

The madman was completely unaware that the blade was less than two meters away from him.

Seeing him slowly pass in front of him, two wrist knives composed entirely of light particles popped out of the armor of the left arm of the torture blade.

The Torture Blade then arched itself and leaped lightly from the canopy, landing on the ground without making a sound. It's like a leopard staring at its prey.

The madman doesn't move fast, and it doesn't seem to have any purpose, just wandering aimlessly.

Click!

Just as the wildling stomped on a withered wooden stick, making a sound that wasn't crunch.

The body of the torture blade resembles an arrow shot from a taut bowstring. The high-speed dash allowed the torture blade to cross a distance of three meters in 0.5 seconds, and then the light particle wrist knife in his left arm stabbed directly into the madman's back.

At the moment of the wrist knife stabbing in, the madman roared in pain, picked up the scythe and slashed at the torture blade.

Unhurried, Tortureblade rolled to dodge the attack and stood up in front of the madman's left.

"Switch!"

The wristblade vanished, and the cylinder in the blade's mouth turned into a one-meter-long machete with the handle folded with the blade.

He picked up the machete and skillfully slashed it through the savage's neck.

Blood spurted from the wound, and the savage's body was unbalanced.

With a flick of the torture blade's arm, the folded machete in his hand unfolded into a two-meter-long machete, with the help of centrifugal force.

Swish! Swish!

The machete rotates twice, and the wildling splits into three sections.

Clean! Lisso! Flowing water!

A massive amount of blood erupted on the body of the madman, and three huge blood flowers bloomed.

Drain Lee···

As the wild man died and fell, the splatters of blood dripped down like drops.

Splatters of blood stained his earthy yellow armor, expressionless face, and his trademark bare head.

Such a brutal situation did not make any waves at the torture blade, as if such scenes were commonplace for him.

Slap the centipede crawling on its head.

"Nice feel." The torture blade muttered to himself, squatted down, and the light grain wrist knife on his arm skillfully cut through the body of the savage, and then the ****'s hand went directly into the viscous and slippery flesh, and took out a black stone full of viscous liquid.

"Well, let's go back." Torture Blade said a flat word, and turned to leave.

But just as the torture blade turned around, the madman, who was completely dead, suddenly screamed, and his hideous claws slapped directly at the torture blade's head.

This attack, Torture Blade did not react at all.

Click···

Tortureblade's head was smashed to pieces. Then the body was full of cracks like porcelain. A large number of light particles gradually spilled out of the crack, and after two seconds, the body of the torture blade shattered abruptly.

In the middle of the light grains was a young man dressed in sackcloth, bald, with two metal horns on his forehead and three scars on the left side of his face.

The young man looked to be in his twenties, with a body as well-proportioned as a leopard, and a pair of dark eyes as deep as a black hole.

"You can still attack?" After the soul statue was shattered, the torture blade did not show any panic, not even a trace of surprise, and was still as indifferent as just now, with an expressionless face.

"These things seem to be evolving." Tortureblade reached out with his left hand with the gauntlet of the spirit and picked up the black stone that had fallen.

A day later, Tortureblade climbed over three mountains and came to Sandstone City.

Sandstone City, located in the inner plains of the mainland, is famous for its production of sand and rocks. It is one of the six satellite cities of Apocalypse City.

Walking through the filthy streets of Sandstone City, the Blade's eyes swept across the streets.

"Look! It's that idiot bastard again. A bearded young man on the side pointed at the torture blade and shouted unscrupulously.

The lowly breed is the lowest existence in the entire continent, because these people who have been forcibly installed by traffickers since childhood are not only unable to use normal spiritual skills, but also can't even live to be thirty years old.

Tortureblade heard the bearded young man's voice, turned his head to look at him, and then raised his hand to touch the metal horn on his forehead.

Tortureblade is what they call a cheap breed.

Torture Blade, who has been an orphan since childhood, is a wild child in the wilderness. Caught by traffickers at the age of three.

The traffickers were then able to get him to use the psionic machine as quickly as possible, chiseling two holes into his skull and fitting these two metal horns, so that the torture blade could use psionic energy four years earlier to mine for them.

Later, a mine collapsed, turning the five-year-old torture blade from a lowly breed to a ghoul.

"Hey! George, do you only know how to get angry with cheap seeds? Hurry up and work for Lao Tzu. Otherwise, your bread today and this month's "tranquilizer" will all be in vain! ”

Not far away, a middle-aged man in a shabby suit, with a delicate seven-minute comb and a big belly, yelled.

George shrank his head when he heard this, and lowered his head to control the psionic porter in his hand.

"It's a small thing to lose today's bread, but this month's tranquilizer can't be lost"

George thought so.

Tortureblade paid no attention to the men. The people who work on this street are almost always at the bottom of society. They were squeezed out of their entire labor force by the foremen every day for just a few slices of bread and a tranquilizer.

"It's a noisy place." Tortureblade looked at the crowded streets, listening to the chaotic shouts. A pair of jet-black eyebrows furrowed.

Gollum···

At this moment, there was a stomach rattle. Tortureblade touched his stomach and quickened his pace.

Although 1,200 years have passed since the end of the almost extinction of humanity, the days are still very hard, and although he can hunt a lot of monsters, he can't eat them.

Because the old hunter said it.

"No one can say for sure what horrible stuff is in the muscles of those crazy people."

He hadn't eaten in three days.

Walking two streets, Tortureblade stopped in front of a fairly clean street, as he had found a bank.

The bank is not big, with only three clerks. There are only three salesmen, but there is still one salesman idle.

This is enough to show that the hunter industry in Sandstone City is not developed.

Torture Blade stepped forward and handed the black stone he had gotten the day earlier to the clerk behind the counter.

The young salesman looked at it and nodded. After putting away the stones, he took out five black paper tickets from under the counter.

But just as he was about to take it to the Torture Blade, his eyes fell on the metal horn on the Torture Blade's forehead, and then he put four paper tickets into his pocket, and handed only one to the Torture Blade.

Torture Blade took the paper ticket, frowned slightly, and then asked Xiang Qing, "How can you get one?" I used to change it to two. ”

The young man pointed to the paper ticket in the hand of the torture blade with a disdainful face and said, "Look at it, the words on it." The previous two were $10, but this is $20. The two before this one. ”

Tortureblade looked at the paper ticket in his hand, nodded thoughtfully, and turned to leave.

Illiteracy is a common trait of all wild children and lowly breeds. Even though Tortureblade was a successful hunter, he still couldn't tell the meaning of the numbers on the black tickets.

Although the old hunter was literate, he did not hand over the torture blade for the simple reason.

"A mighty hunter needs that beastly instinct. If you know too much and lose your instincts, you're in for a big deal. ”