Simmons poked the tip of his cane into the ground and drew the final symbols of the seal on the surface of the moon.

Next, the moon landing survivors, wearing oxygen masks, stood on top of the complete seal and began to recite the prayers recorded in the books to communicate with the gods.

In fact, with the breathing mask of infinite oxygen, it is difficult for ordinary people to survive on the moon. Fortunately, although these people are still sensible, in fact, the degree of alienation is not shallow, otherwise they would not even be able to protect themselves in the nightmare.

The harsh environment will only make them uncomfortable, and it will not cause death in a short period of time.

But they gathered around and chanted for a long time...... Or nothing happened.

As far as the eye can see, there is an endless gray and gray place, without any trace of wisdom and the breath of life.

As Simmons prayed as he tried to communicate with the moon, his excitement calmed down a little, and then gradually became heavier.

Going to the moon is millions of times easier than you imagined, but communicating with the moon is a natural difficulty and confusion.

Because there is no direction...... What kind of existence is the moon, is it wise, or even a real god or some so-called artifact? I don't know.

Not only that, but the Dharma Seal was just a broken tasa rasa, and the only thing that could be offered was the prayers of these alien mortals.

"Lack of materials...... If you have the blood of this god's family, maybe you can succeed? ”

Just when Simmons and the others were at a loss, Zhang Zicheng's voice suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute, someone else has entered the portal, is it someone you know?" ”

On the moon, where there is no air vibration, only Zhang Zicheng's voice can be heard by everyone.

Simmons turned his head to look and saw a somewhat familiar figure flying out of a portal not far away that continued to spew high-pressure air.

The hunter's hat was lifted off the air, revealing his bandaged face, and he still held the curly-bladed boning knife that could not distinguish between rust and blood.

It was the mad hunter who killed everyone on the periphery during the last nightmare.

The portal has never been closed, so a small vent, even if it is open for a week, will not have any effect on the Earth's atmosphere. Zhang Zicheng thought that he might have to take these people back in the future, so as not to have the problem of high-speed negative pressure again, so he simply kept the portal unclosed, and let the air circulation gradually stabilize.

As soon as the hunter approached the square, he was sucked into the portal by the negative pressure of the moon, and then thrown high into the air by the hurricane, and was still pulled down by the moon's gravity.

But Simmons raised his head and saw a touch of extreme ecstasy in the other party's bandaged facial features.

The next moment, the hunter adjusted his body in mid-air and landed lightly on the head of a stocky prayer man.

He crouched down with his legs bent, and the boning knife in his hand swung silently, instantly slashing off his head wearing an oxygen mask.

The hood that covered his face, and a cloud of mucus wearing an oxygen mask suddenly floated into the air.

You can even see two lonely eyeballs looking in all directions in a panic in the slime.

The body of the Humpty Chanter quickly ran out with a flick, stretching out his hands, which were also transparent slime, to catch his head.

The quality of the head is not important, but the eyeballs that can see inside are important.

A blood-stained leather glove reached out and grabbed the breathing mask in the air and placed it on the hunter's own face, and he took a deep breath of pleasure and enjoyment again.

Obviously, the moment he came to the moon, he saw the magic of this mask.

Then, the hunter opened his eyes, completely ignoring the other prayers, and opened his arms to the moon and said fanatically: "Moon God! Luna! Are you here to pick me up? ”

"Can I be your heir?"

"What magnanimity, please show up! Let me conceive! I will definitely be your stepson and give birth to myself from the echo of blood! ”

His roar was extremely fanatical and earnest, but only Zhang Zicheng could hear what he said through the system translation.

In the eyes of others, the hunter's cry blended into the dark night sky, silent.

"Drink!"

Kratos' voice doesn't need any medium to ring in everyone's ears.

A flying axe shattered one of the hunter's arms. A large cloud of blood-colored ice slag exploded on the moon, splashing in all directions in slow motion.

"Damn, you won't just hack him to death, will you?" Zhang Zicheng was a little numb.

You don't want to die, I still want to quickly find a brother who understands and ask about the worldview of this universe.

When he heard the hunter's words, he had already manipulated Kratos to throw the axe, and it was too close to cancel the attack.

Zhang Zicheng looked at the screen nervously, and found that the hunter just screamed in pain in the oxygen mask, took two steps back, and pressed his wound with the blade of the boning knife.

Thankfully, Kratos' axe was filled with icy energy, helping to stop the bleeding almost as soon as it shattered his arm.

Seeing that he didn't shed too much blood, the hunter didn't care about it, he just looked left and right, and his eyes exposed under the bandage looked a little dazed: "Moon God? Where are you? Why don't you show up yet? I'm ready, I'm ready to take on the big responsibility! ”

As he spoke, the bandage hunter looked at Kratos, his eyes on a black background revealed an inhuman aura, and a white mist rose from the oxygen mask: "I understand, it's still a test for me, right?" Another slaughter, another fighting. ”

"I will do it, I will drink his blood, absorb the echo of his blood, and sublimate."

"Until...... Fellowship with your flesh and blood! ”

In a frenzied self-talk, the hunter rushed out without thinking, wielding a boning knife in one hand and slashing at Kratos.

It's just a pity that the moon's gravity is too small to provide a decent grip.

But after all, the hunter has been in a lot of battles, and he has faced countless monsters of all kinds, so he immediately lowered the angle of his body, and instead used the weak gravitational force to rush towards Kratos like a cannonball.

The boning knife slashed from the bottom up at Kratos' unarmored chest.

Blood splattered, Kratos snorted, and a cloud of blood splattered from his body.

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Zhang Zicheng watched as the blood bar in the lower left corner of the screen fell off.

It's okay...... Presumably, Kratos' defense is also in sync with the description in the setting, rather than being beaten to death by mobs for the sake of gameplay like in the game.

But because it's a game character, although only a drop of blood has been dropped, after all, the defense has been broken, and Kratos looks as if he has received real damage. This feedback made the hunter even more excited, and he began to violently add attacks.

Zhang Zicheng rolled his eyes, such a weak attack, he couldn't scrape Kratos for a day, so he simply put down the handle and didn't bother to fight back, and instead thought of how to capture the other party alive and ask for information.

It's just that everyone didn't notice that the blood that the hunter had burst out before was like blood-colored ice crystals and snow flakes, slowly falling on the magic seal drawn by Simmons and others.

And as he fights Kratos, Kratos' blood is also splashed on the ground.

The blood of the god of war melted the frozen blood of the hunter and soaked the rocky ground of the moon together.

The next moment, the seal drawn by Simmons began to emit a hazy white light.

The white star shavings that made Zhang Zicheng feel a little familiar began to float slowly from the ground.

Simmons' attention was also drawn from the battle between the two, and he stared at the vision on the ground in disbelief.

"That's ...... The blood of a clan with the breath of a god? ”

The earth began to tremble silently.

Those sane people standing on the moon can hardly stabilize their figures.

Only Kratos resembles a wax figure with his legs embedded in the ground, making occasional pains as the hunter attacks.

But Zhang Zicheng could see it clearly, and even the blood skin that had originally fallen was automatically full.

Suddenly, countless withered white tentacles stretched out from the cracks in the earth, like a world tree connecting the sky and the earth, and then these tentacles softened and twisted into each other.

The result was a giant monster with an elongated body and an innumerable tail at the end, and its head looming in a hazy white stardust.

He stood between heaven and earth, divine and beautiful, and his head hung down, and everyone could feel His gaze.

Every sane person who came to the moon bowed his head deeply, trembling all over, not daring to look at such a being.

lest one look at ...... Let yourself be the eternal fanatical seeker of the other party.

"It's finally here! The evil god in this cosmic worldview! ”

Zhang Zicheng's eyes lit up.

It's like a terrifying Homo erectus that has seen its prey.