Fast horse galloped, an iron horse galloped through the dense forest, straight to the abandoned tombs on the outskirts of the capital of Balotto, it was the Chaos Knight from the void, he drew a large sword on the side of the iron horse, and in an instant there was a flame on it, and at the end of the forest, he took off the round shield on his body, and jumped down, and what met his eyes was, in a fog, a woman dressed very similar to Acein was standing next to a tombstone, gently stroking the name on it, the woman was not wearing a hat, but her eyes were crossed with a wide blood-stained cloth band covering her eyes, which looked dirty, the woman looked middle-aged, and there were a few subtle wrinkles on her face, with short blonde hair. Pen, fun, and www.biquge.info

"Only the dead will come here, wonder if the guests are looking for a place to stay for themselves?"

"I've come to find the heart of the evil god, and tell me honestly. ”

"I don't know what the heart is, you go somewhere else. ”

"There's a portal for the evil gods, and you can't fool me. ”

"That's not right, there is no portal here, only the coffin of the dead!" The woman immediately drew her twin knives and quickly approached the knight, although the woman seemed to be unable to see with her eyes, but she seemed to be full of confidence, a knife went to the knight's throat, and a knife stabbed his right hand holding the shield, the knight raised the round shield, did not retreat half a step, the big sword swung and smashed down towards the woman's head, the woman dodged sideways, the big sword hit the ground, and made a "bang" The loud noise, the woman expected the knight's attack, but did not expect the moment the big sword hit the ground, the fire on the sword suddenly burst out, and suddenly sprayed the right half of the woman's body, and instantly her coat burned, the woman quickly threw away the coat, but revealed the flaw, the knight approached her, the round shield in her hand was a heavy blow, her defensive hands were numb, and her body was unstable, the knight borrowed the rotation of the body to dance the big sword, only with the back of the sword and not with the blade, the woman was knocked to the ground, I don't know how many bones were broken. The flames ignited on the woman, who rolled in fear in an attempt to extinguish the flames.

"Where's the portal?"

"A dug grave, don't kill me, don't kill me!"

"I'm not going to kill you, you wait for your own death!" the knight walked away, opened the coffin, and lay inside.

"Don't leave me alone! Help!" she had multiple fractures on her body, and the flames could not be extinguished.

The hunter who was hiding on the side of the forest to watch the battle between the two appeared, and there were two people, but the two people had a fierce look on their faces, and they had no intention of saving people.

"Save me, I'll give you all the stones!

"Let's go and save her," but another man stopped the person who was speaking, and said, "She is dead, do you still use her for us?"

"You're right, I'm sorry, Lady Natrasha, you taught us this, the law of the jungle!"

"You don't have to die well!"

"Ha, ha, ha!"

For Fenitz, it seems that as soon as his eyes are closed and opened, his world has changed, and he needs to recognise this world that should be very familiar to him like a newborn baby, although the sky is still that sky, and the land is still that land, but just like a young and gentle girl who was half-pushed and half-pushed by her parents into the palace of marriage, he was also swept into a road where only killing and being killed by the torrent of fate, becoming a blood hunter, becoming a servant of a nameless god, his survival with mediocre martial arts is simply a miracle, and when will this road come to an end。

"What flesh and blood sacrifice? What are you responsible for? What is this? Can you guys make your words clear?!" Fenitz asked his inner question as he looked at Joan, who was crying sadly, and Ace Main, who was saying something incomprehensible.

"A normal Blood Hunter like you will forget his memories of his life after he is resurrected, while Grave Keepers and Hunters of Flesh and Blood Sacrifice will retain their memories of life. Ace said.

"Don't say it! Shut up!" Joan was literally ranting, if it hadn't been for Fenniz's hard hug, she would have rushed towards Acein, and now she was too emotional to know what would have happened.

"Today, tell what is in your heart, untie the knot in your heart, I hope you don't blame yourself, and don't blame Dad. ”

"Ace is Joan's father!" Fenniz was amazed, he couldn't believe that the two people who had reached a state of tension were father and daughter.

"I was the priest of the church of St. Desaro, serving Yi, the god of wisdom, and I had a peaceful life with Anna and Joan, until a vicious beggar killed Joan, and our doom began. ”

"Why would anyone want to kill Joan?"

"There is no shortage of rich people in the land of Gerry, and of course there is no shortage of refugees and destitute people, and that day the beggar came knocking on our door, because no one would open the door for them, except for our house, and the god taught us to love all people, and Joan gave her food, but I didn't expect that the guy had lusted at Joan after he was full, and Joan yelled, and when Anna and I went to see, Joan was already lying in a pool of blood. ”

What a painful memory Joan gripped Fenitz tighter, and he understood why Joan kept her face covered.

"Her mother washed her face with tears every day and prayed to the god of Yi every day, but what came to her was not the god of Yi, but our current master. It is really sad that the prayers received by the living are not answered by the Lord God that they believe in! When the living save the dead, they perform a flesh and blood sacrifice ceremony, and our master will have the resurrected dead kill the living, and the flesh and blood of the living will be sacrificed, and the body of the dead will be controlled and must do so...... Anna, my dear Anna......" Ein's voice choked up.

"Beast, such a god is a beast!" Is it a god who loves the world to let a man kill his own mother with his own hands? Is this something that a guy called a god can do? Fenitz couldn't believe that he was in the service of such a god.

"I watched Anna fall before my eyes, Joan disappeared before my eyes, and I was so grieved that I was bent on dying, when my master's voice remembered that he would reunite our father and daughter as long as I was his grave keeper. ”

"You promised?"

"You shouldn't have agreed!" Fenniz was defenseless, and Joan rushed out of Fenniz's arms and rushed in front of Ace, which was a heavy punch, and Acein, who was sitting in a coffin, did not dodge and was knocked to the ground by Joan," Mother died, I became a hunter, I know how sinister this so-called god is, he used my mother's love for me, took my mother's soul, made me his servant, used my father's love for our mother and daughter, made my father his spokesman, I hate you, Dad, you didn't live well, I hate myself even more, I even more hurt my own family, and this hateful God, don't even give me the chance to commit suicide, as long as I put the dagger on my neck, the Son of God will come, let me recreate the events of that day infinitely in my mind, I finally understood, I can only live, even if I have pain, to live to change such a fate, in order to take revenge. ”

Suddenly one hand grabbed Joan's hand, it was definitely Fenniz's hand, the soft and delicate hand knew that it was a woman's hand, it turned out to be a woman who had just fought with Ace and was bent on death, she didn't know when she had woken up and sat up, she put her other hand on Joan's hand, Joan looked at her, and the woman also had tears in her eyes and cried silently.

Fenitz listened to what Ace had said, and sat down on the ground, the life of the Blood Hunter could not be called a gift, it was simply a curse, a curse that could not be escaped until death, and between the knowledge of this, he thought that his resurrection was a jackpot, but he did not expect that it was a fate destined to be unlucky.

"We are all pawns. ”