"Whew!"

The crisp whistle was particularly abrupt in the silent night, and the monsters that had been roaming the streets and alleys were suddenly attracted by the whistle and began to move towards the dark corner. Pen | fun | pavilion www. ｂｉｑｕｇｅ。 ｉｎｆｏ

"Whew!"

When a rotting hound rushed into the alley, it let out a cry of pain.

The next moment, two bloody corpses "bumped" and smashed to the ground, and the internal organs mixed with rotting black blood emitted a disgusting stench.

But the stench made the monsters more and more excited, and pounced on the corpse, biting, and gnawing on it...... Even if it's your own kind.

"Stupid...... Beast ......"

Contempt, disdain, cold voices came, followed by low laughter.

"Uh-huh...... For the beast, dissipation will be the only way back......"

As soon as the words fell, a cold light flashed.

Before they could scream, the monsters became piles of broken corpses that covered the ground.

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

"Smack!"

Stepping on the thick and filthy black blood, kicking away the bits and pieces of internal organs, a figure stepped out of the shadows in the alley.

Slowly and leisurely crossed the blood-colored land to the side of a monster with only half of its body left.

"Woo......"

At the figure, he let out a beastly roar.

"Poor? Pathetic? For you now, any sympathy and pity has no meaning, dissipation is your best...... Only...... The end. ”

As he spoke, he raised his palm and aimed a brand-new magic shotgun at the monster's head, pulling the trigger in a roar.

"Smack!"

In the flash of fire, the brains burst and blood flew everywhere.

Easily dodging the rotten and blackened blood, he inserted the magic bullet gun into the holster on his waist, and walked away with a threaded cane.

......

"A sharp cut wound...... And in an instant, the opponent should be using a weapon like a 'whip blade'......"

"Monsters...... Is it all solved in an instant?"

Heinkwe looked at the broken corpses all over the ground in disbelief.

Minas on the other side spoke: "No, it's not all solved in an instant, there is one exception here, which is that he was blown off in the head by a magic bullet gun. ”

As he spoke, Minas flicked the longbow in his hand, and in an instant the longbow disintegrated into two chained knives.

"Huh!"

Cutting off the head of the monster in front of him, Minas kicked it in front of Heinqua.

After a moment of rolling of the skull, it lay quietly in front of Heinqua, and on his forehead, the fist-sized hole was still dripping with rotten black blood.

"Monsters don't use weapons or magic guns...... It's the hunters, and the survivors!"

After reaching a conclusion, Heinkwe and Minas glanced at each other, and immediately followed the footprints made by the black blood.

......

"Rotten and dirty...... Disgusting world ......"

"Eager to be saved...... But they only want to be saved......"

"Maybe it's more worth it to save the pen...... This world ......"

With these words, he pierced the head of a monster with the threaded cane in his hand, pulling it out and shaking off the blood stains on it.

Then move on.

The leather boots on his feet stepped on it, making a crunch sound of "pop!" and "pop!"

In this way, along the way, I left footprints made of black blood along the way, that is, I did not deliberately publicize or hide them.

Rather, it is like an old hunter walking in the mountains, shooting hares that pass by.

Enjoy the pleasure of hunting......

......

The figure......

It's not tall, but even if you look at it from a distance, you can still feel the pressure of Laizi's soul.

The figure......

Like a black butterfly, bathed in black blood, flying under the black night sky.

The figure......

From the ashes-white hair, there was a faint glow that glowed blood-red.

This......

Is it a human? Is it a hunter?

The fight that originally decided life and death is now like a clumsy stage play, and the heroes on the stage are invincible, undefeated, and immortal.

And the enemy, always stupid, vulnerable, vulnerable.

Such a stage play has never been of interest to Heinkwe, but at the moment......

That's awe!

Fearful in reverence!

It's like, the figure from seven years ago...... That nightmare that lingers in my mind!

"Seven years, what happened seven years ago? Why can't I remember anything?"

Heinqua muttered to himself, a dull pain in his temples.

"What's the matter? Heinkwe, won't you catch up?"

Minas on the side looked at the figure that had gone away and couldn't help but ask.

And at this moment, Heinkwe suddenly felt ...... Why...... Minas in front of you...... What about making people feel fake?

But this thought only flashed through my mind.

Minas ...... Will you soon be standing in front of your own eyes? Standing in front of your own eyes alive! What is there to doubt about this!

I couldn't help but feel ridiculous for my suspicions, and then Heinkwe nodded and said, "Let's go, catch up and ask for an understanding, or...... Have fun!"

Suddenly, between the ups and downs, the two went straight to the figure and chased after him.

......

And in the alley after they left, a figure who had been sitting on the wall but had not been found said a little helplessly: "It seems to be ...... The loss of control is getting bigger and bigger......"

"After all, even if it is a god, it is only a sealed god, and it is really difficult to rely on the power that remains on the Igula continent......"

"Looks like we have to speed things up......"

"Whether it's a human or a Nightborn...... No matter how powerful it is, after all, it is only a creature of 'God' and a slave of God......"

"Even if it's just with what is left...... To achieve my purpose...... Enough is enough!"

"Dance, then, in the night! Sing the last sad song! Usher in the end of the world!"

"Go ahead!"

"Human!"

"NightClan!"

"To bear the wrath of the gods...... ...... with loneliness"

As he spoke, he waved his arms casually, and suddenly several purple flames rose in front of him. The figure looked at the flames in front of him and muttered to himself with interest.

"Who will play next time?"

"Sure enough, without intelligence, fighting only by instinct, no matter how strong he was before, he is still just a beast now...... A beast of a lower level than a monster like Stitch...... So in that case, let's send a more powerful monster to prepare for the harvest this time......"

As he spoke, the figure reached out and grasped one of the purple flames.

"Smack!", crushed in the palm of his hand.

"Whew!"

The moment the flames shattered, a painful hiss rang out. In the purple light that drifted with the wind, a figure fell to the ground in pain, its limbs began to swell, and silver-gray hairs grew all over it......