Several new corpses appeared in the pile of ancient corpses. Ian cautiously touched it and found that it was three strange men, dressed in brand-new hunting suits. But they weren't part of the Hunter Squad, and Ian pulled one of them open the collar to find a dull peony flower tattooed around his neck.

People of the Peony royal family.

Ian frowned. It seems that the people he killed before were not all the people of the Peony Royal Family, and the three in front of him were the ones he had never seen before, but he didn't know if they were separated from the team or for some other reason, and they were caught by the giant centipede.

The bodies of all three of them were already cold, presumably dead for a long time. What made Ian care was that they also had the same white filaments around their necks as those ancient corpses, and if nothing else, it was the masterpiece of the giant centipede. Ian had never heard of a centipede spinning silk, and was a monster.

Wait, it won't live for a thousand years, right?" Ian thought to himself, although it sounds ridiculous, even the dragon king can't live for a thousand years, but here, it seems that nothing is absolutely impossible.

What kind of monsters are living here? Ian felt a chill in his heart.

But soon he threw out the strange thoughts in his head. One of the most important elements of the Hunter's Code is the belief that any creature can be hunted. Even if it really lived for a thousand years, it couldn't be more terrifying than Nathan, the Wind King, who was killed by himself, and what was a small centipede?

Typical of the Spiritual Victory Method, Ian forced himself not to think about the support he had when he hunted the Wind King, but not now. He just told himself that the giant centipede was not as terrifying as the Wind King, and that it would definitely be able to be killed, and this thought made him feel a lot easier.

As Ian pondered, a slight pain came from his arm. Looking down, he found that the wound had cracked before, and blood was spilling from the hunting suit, sliding off the chains, dripping little by little into the abyss. This made Ian feel a little headache, although it slightly stimulated the Dragon Emperor blood in his body and strengthened his self-healing ability, but this self-healing ability was still too far behind.

If he kept bleeding like this, he might faint from the loss of blood. But he didn't have any good way, he could only pray in his heart that his body could withstand it.

It's time to speed up, you can't stay here for too long. Ian thought to himself.

Just as he was about to leave, he suddenly caught a glimpse of the edge of the three corpses, then stiffened, turned his head sharply, and stared straight behind them.

This is the fourth corpse. The giant centipede sandwiched him between three ancient corpses, and with his short stature, Ian didn't even see it at first sight. Who is he? Barton Hammer, of course! Ian didn't expect to see him here, and hurried over a chain to his side.

Barton's face was lifeless, as if he were dead. Ian slowly reached out and reached for Barton's snort, his fingers trembling, expecting the outcome, but fearing it. By the time a faint but warm breath came from his fingertips, Ian didn't know how to describe his feelings.

"Great, great. Ian muttered to himself as he pulled the white strand off Barton's neck, "It's great that you're alive." ”

Ian didn't know how many times he had said it was too good. But those three words did describe how he felt now, and he was first told that Barton was a traitor and that the entire hunter team would be killed here. He was later told that Barton had saved half of the people, and that if it weren't for him, all would have been sacrificed.

Ian didn't know which was true, maybe both. But when he hears Barton's explanation firsthand, Ian is reluctant to see him as an enemy. If it weren't for him, he would have died a long time ago, and he made the Musk Moon Goddess and let himself shoot Nathan, the Fire King. He gave it to himself, allowing himself to survive countless times.

When the older generation died one after another, he was the only one who was alive and helping himself. Karan once told him that the only people in the older generation who could help him were the four princes, and Barton was probably one of them. He was the one who knew Ilyin best, the one who helped Ian the most, and Ian didn't want to see him die, saddled with the infamy of betraying the entire Hunters' squad.

Fortunately, he survived.

Fortunately, he was a dwarf, with a much thicker neck than a human, and the giant centipede could not strangle him with white silk. Although he is indeed weak now, as if he may die at any time, he is still alive.

Ian slung Barton on his back and removed his "safety rope" to hold Barton in place. In this way, he would never have to lean on again, and if he slipped off the chain, he and Barton would fall to pieces.

Barton, who was unconscious, sensed something and said vaguely: "Ian, Ian?——"

"It's me. Ian whispered, "It's okay, you're saved." ”

Barton was silent and did not speak for a long time. Ian thought he was unconscious again, so he didn't wait for him and continued to crawl forward. Only this time he had to be careful not to make any mistakes.

"Let's go. Barton spoke again, "Get out of here." ”

"Let's leave together. ”

"You're on your own. Barton said, "I'm awake." ”

Ian nodded, "I know." ”

"I'm sorry for the whole team. Barton said softly.

Ian was silent.

"But I had to. Barton coughed violently, and the bruise stuck in his throat was all spat on the back of Ian's neck, emitting an unbearable stench.

Ian then realizes that Barton has been poisoned.

"Don't talk yet. Ian lowered his voice, "Wait until I get you to safety—"

"It's useless, Ian. Barton looked unusually weak after vomiting blood, and he lay on Ian's back and whispered in Ian's ear, "You have to remember that everyone can die, but you can't. ”

At the moment when Barton's words fell, a loud roar came from the abyss. The fog that permeated the abyss seemed to be lifted by a pair of invisible giant hands, and all the chains trembled, and Ian desperately clung to the chains so that he did not let himself fall.

He looked down and saw a giant beast rising from the abyss.

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