The Journey of the Demon Hunter

Irene came from behind and looked down at the charred corpse. "I thought the monsters in the forest were because of blood." When they crossed the forbidden forest, they encountered similar monsters, but they did not look like humans. Most of them were entwined with snakes. At that time, their appearance was not much different from that of humans who turned into flies or octopuses. "They did not become monsters, but monsters appeared in their bodies."

"Another achievement by Bayer Watkins?"

"I don't know..." Irene shook her head. "Blood will replace humanity with animality? Or will a beast appear in the human body and gradually control the person? I feel more and more confused."

"It doesn't matter. We arrive at ByerWorks, find the guys hidden in the ancient academy, and then end the dreams of those guys who maintain the dream, or the crazy plan." Zelin stretched out a finger at Irene "Remember, our goal is to find the Lunar Society and the Mansis School, and the others are not what we want to consider." The hunter’s goal should be clear. Their prey is the Lunar Society and the Mansis School. And find the source of maintaining dreams. The rest, when Odun Great God completes its plan, the dream will naturally disintegrate and disappear.

This dream will bring the Son of God to one great god, but the great God does not hope that the dream will bring the Son of God to another god.

"Yes, you're right, we shouldn't have so much curiosity." Irene shook his head. "We keep going, Baier Watkins is not far away. Well, I can already hear the wind blowing. The sound of the lake is moving."

Byer Watkins was built on the edge of a lake outside the Forbidden Forest. The entire college occupies a large area. It is centered on a huge teaching building near the lake. It is said that in the most prosperous time, the teaching building was inhabited Thousands of students and teachers, under the leadership of the Dean, Master William, studied the remains and knowledge of ancient gods unearthed from the underground labyrinth.

The dusty elevator lifted two hunters up the tower below the cliff. This tower has not been used for a long time. After passing through the forbidden forest, they have come to the edge of Yanan, the edge of the entire dreamland. Stepping out of the elevator, standing on a high place and looking into the distance, you can see a vast expanse of white clouds in the distance, endless.

Byer Watkins must have something changed in the research, so that Master William had to terminate the study of the ancient gods, and then closed the entire Byer Watkins Academy.

Today, this sealed academy is not far from the demon hunter. Looking at the towering stone walls around and the closed door engraved with strange patterns, Zelin can still imagine Baier Watkins back then. What will it be like when the college is prosperous.

This is an arch-shaped place, and Zelin walked forward, and the white area he stepped on was creaking.

Bones, piles of fragmented bones piled up on the round clearing in front of Byrworkers Academy. The color of the bones almost concealed the blue-gray ground.

The surroundings were silent, except for the sound of boots stepping on the bones and the bones breaking.

Creak——-creak————

"What happened here?"

Zelin knelt down and splashed a fairly complete skull among a pile of broken bones. "Something killed them." He stared at the marks on the skull. "Look at these, burnt bones, sharp tools There are cuts, bites, and bites." The demon hunter took a deep breath and looked around. "I think we may not be the only people who want to find answers in Baier Wokings."

He put his gaze into the circular open space, a piece of black robe scattered on the ground.

"Someone may have entered."

Zelin walked over and picked up the robes scattered on the ground. The black robe was in tatters, and when it was picked up, the corpses of several lost giant snakes fell out of the robe.

"Other hunters?" Irene looked at the thing in Zelin's hands. "Someone hunted the Mansis school like us?"

"Is it hunting?" Zelin looked at the door in the distance. "Or was accused of being introduced to solve some of the troubles that Mansis and the Moon Society wanted to solve? Let's go in, I think the answer is in there."

Chapter 598: Byer Watkins

After the arch, there is still a section of forest road, narrow passage, gloomy tree branches, except for the small lamp, it is completely dark. But on both sides of the road, you can already see some buildings belonging to the academy. Statues and walls cut from white marble and neatly paved slate paths are obviously flower beds planned as viewing areas, but now there are only weeds inside.

There are also flies.

Buzzing flies.

After entering the academy, these monsters turned into flies more and more. And these creatures also have more human characteristics, the green wings of the fly, the thin legs of the fly, and the head of the fly, all of which are forcibly condensed on a human body.

"Where do these people come from? They are the reasons for the closure of Byer Watkins back then?"

The ebony blade cuts open the head of the huge fly, as well as the dense compound eyes. The yellowish liquid inside spilled out and splashed all over the floor. These people really seem to have become flies. They are lying on the top of the corridor, or on the tree, or even among the ruins. When the hunter passes by, these flies will be alarmed from many unexpected angles. Pounced. Zelin was very happy that these flies did not have wings on them. He did not want to imagine the green wings of the flies, the thin legs of the flies, and the head of the flies. These huge flying monsters were everywhere in the courtyard and corridors of the academy.

"I don't think so, look at their clothes."

Zelin grabbed the arm of a fly monster. They were wearing white sick robes. This reminded the demon hunter to think of people he saw in the research hall as swollen brains who were used as guinea pigs. Those people failed, and the Mansis school never gave up. The demon hunter turned the monster's body over, and there were obvious stitches under the fly's head. Although it was covered in blood stains and light yellow mucus, Zelin could see that this was not a place where it formed naturally.

"Their clothes are not dusty. I know that time is meaningless in the dreams of the ancient gods, but looking at this Byrworkers Academy, time has left a lot of traces here." Zelin let go and let the corpse go. Falling to the ground "These people were brought to the academy for human experiments later, at least after the Mansis school returned to the academy. Hanwick? I think it might not be worthwhile to have lumberjacks missing in the forest. Things to pay attention to, I think it is precisely because of these that the logging talents of the Forbidden Forest will plan to install a cannon in their village to deal with the monsters they think exist in the forest."

"This **** night..."

Irene didn't continue to say anything, she and Zelin walked along the cobbled forest path towards the lake.

At the end of the forest path is a solemn building. Different from Yanan's architectural style, the buildings here do not have a pointed roof, nor do they have so many exquisite carvings and corners. It is square, towering and solemn. The red brick building is completely symmetrical. There is a small square on each side, and there is a long platform on the second floor. You can't see what's on it, but the platform stretches out, and outside the house, there is an invisible edge. Lake.

Here are a few monsters that seem to stitch people, seahorses, and centipedes together. The corrosive venom they spray is a trouble. But the person who created this creature must have never thought of using it to deal with invaders. The demon hunter walked around the monster's side and easily chopped its knotty body into several segments. The monster's venom can corrode the marble floor into potholes, but there is no way to turn your head to deal with the enemies who are behind you.

After passing the monster's corpse, Zelin and Irene walked along the steps into this huge teaching building.

It was dark in the teaching building. There are no lights and no candles. Zelin walked to a wooden chair, swung a sword and cut off a wooden leg of the chair, and made a simple torch with alcohol and cloth. The crow hunter looked at Zelin curiously, especially when he snapped his fingers and summoned flames.

"What's this? Arcane? I thought you were using a fire-breathing pot to deal with a monster whose head turned into a snake. I know that the people in the choir have a way to use spells. They say this is a gift from the ancient gods. "

"Spell? One more thing that needs to be careful." Zelin looked around. The empty hallway of the school building was filled with the smell of wood and disinfectant. "Flame...you can also think of this as a spell. I don’t have a fire can hanging on my body."

"Who knows?" Irene chuckled a few times. "No one knows how many things can be hidden in one's clothes?"

Zelin glanced at Irene's crowfeather cloak thoughtfully, shrugged, and continued to walk along the huge corridor of the teaching building.

There are many wooden doors on both sides of the corridor. Zelin pushed a few of them open. What caught your eye were many experimental benches, which were all laboratories. These laboratories have been abandoned, but there appear to be signs of being reused. A mess of books and notebooks were thrown all over the place, a lot of test tube tweezers, alcohol lamps, and large and small glass jars covered with dust were placed on the table.

The wooden tables in some laboratories have long been corroded by time, and Zelin tried his best not to touch anything in the room. He raised the torch, and under the fire, large and small glass bottles reflected dim light, and the glass jars were filled with eyeballs.

The densely packed eyeballs are immersed in a transparent viscous liquid. Eyeballs of different sizes and colors, some seem to be swollen and bloodshot, some are the size of normal human eyeballs, and some are pierced with silver needles. With a scalpel cut. These are all human eyeballs. Zelin didn't know where the eyeballs came from. He thought of seeing the scene inside the patient's head when he saw it in the research hall.

"Do you know? In the past, I used to think that the night of hunting could not be passed, but because some people were not hunted, it would continue." Looking at the laboratory, Irene murmured behind the demon hunter "So I tried to kill the hunters who went crazy in the night of hunting one by one, hoping that after killing someone, the night would be over. Later Caryl told me to hunt down the real madness." She raised her head. , Looking at the dense eyeballs and blood-stained experimental tools in the laboratory, "I almost understand now what is really crazy."

How many people died in this study of the wisdom of ancient gods? How many people were forcibly involved in the experimental plans of these researchers? The patients in the research hall, or the experimental subjects in the Byerworkers Academy, the villagers of Yahagul, or even the residents of the entire Yanan area. Zelin once thought that monsters and wars are the biggest threats to people. After all, there has never been an organization or individual in his world, who used tens of thousands of residents in the entire region as experimental creatures to conduct their research.

Who is crazy?

Hunter? Veterinary residents? Those townspeople with torches and pitchforks? Or those experimenters who are sober in dreams?

Searching one laboratory after another, finally, beside the spiral staircase from the first floor to the second floor of the teaching building, the demon hunter noticed a wisp of white in the dimness.

Another hunter. A hunter in a delicate white robe.

Zelin remembered this robe, and he had seen it not long ago. The iconic clothes worn by the young Yusevka represented the clothes of the Moon Society.

A hunter of the Moon Society.

Chapter 599 The Sober

A fierce battle.

The torch was thrown on the ground, and the staircase corridor illuminated by the fire light projected two shadows onto the mahogany wall beside the corridor.

There was a crackling sound, and the fence at the edge of the corridor broke, mostly jagged cracks that were forcibly destroyed by external forces, and neatly cut out by swords. The extremely corrosive liquid was sprayed out in the form of water mist as the hunter pressed the metal pot in his hand.

The hunters of the Lunar Society are here. There is no doubt that the leader of the Mansis School and the things he wants to hide are here, just like the three hunters of Ahagul. There is no madness in the eyes of this hunter of the Moon Society, only cold and extremely calm.

There is endless faintness.

Like the shimmering light from those cracked heads, the same color as the universe.

This hunter is much stronger than the three hunters of Hagul, not only for his faster speed and stronger power, but also for his weird spells. Arcane, Amelia and Irene have both called this supernatural power that humans can use in this world. The hunter holds a cane in one hand, and uses the corrosive liquid in the metal pot from time to time in the other hand to find a favorable position for his battle. Especially after discovering that the ebony blade and the walking stick were continuously colliding with each other, and some tiny cracks appeared on the walking stick, he began to use corrosive liquid more frequently to force the demon hunter back, hoping to drive him to a dead end.