Oring Hunter

Facing the admiring Jetiskoji, the dean calmly put on his white gloves, and then opened his palm to Jetiskoki.

"Since you have obtained the 'sincerity' you want, from now on, the two of us, the last holders of the 'divine object' in the world, can treat each other honestly and formally cooperate, right?"

Seeing the dean's friendly gesture, Jetiskoki's face immediately filled with joy and excitement.

"Well, of course, it's a great honor for me, a butcher hunter, to find you for help!"

After the Butcher Hunter laughed wildly, he stretched out his palm and tightly held the palm of the director of the theater.

"In the future, let us unite and work together."

"In order to respond to the expectations of the 'divine thing'..."

"In order to fulfill the wish of "Olympia Labyrinth"..."

"In order to get this 'world' back on track..."

"Let us completely destroy...the hypocritical paradise of Holy Light Pure Land..."

Chapter 0461 The Gathering of the Old Bell Tower

On the top of the hunter, a figure held its head high and walked vigorously in the middle of the road leading to the top of the mountain.

But all the pedestrians passing by him, whether they are the auxiliary personnel of the hunting group or the active hunters of the hunting group, will all be involuntarily attracted by the behavior and aura of this figure, and then they will all show shock and surprise emotional color.

His back is straight and strong, he is wearing a neat and standard hunter uniform, his short black hair is neatly combed to the sides, his sharp and handsome features are stained with the charm of middle age, and printed on a pair of sword-like Beneath the sharp brows are a pair of deep eyes full of brilliance.

Just through his appearance and actions, this man exudes a dignified, solemn, and inviolable aura of a king, so that any pedestrian who casually meets his eyes will immediately look away in panic. .

However, what attracted the most attention was not the man's appearance and demeanor, but the "thing" that was wrapped and carried by a strong and shining arcane power and floated behind the man.

That is not an "object", but a "person".

He was wearing a lace jumpsuit that looked like a circus clown. The color of the material was gray and white, but now it was black with dried blood.

His consciousness was in a coma, all the bones in his face collapsed and shattered, his facial features were distorted like a whirlpool, and a large part of his hands and feet were chopped off, leaving only his elbows and knees. Wrapped with a thick hemostatic bandage, he seemed to be reduced to a disabled person.

Faced with such a situation, passers-by with weaker mental qualities couldn't help but stop and cover their mouths, their faces turned blue, while passers-by with stronger psychological qualities twitched slightly at the corners of their eyes, and then secretly swallowed their saliva.

Obviously, this blood-stained clown must have suffered some cruel and merciless crushing and ravages before.

And the person who caused all these results is the Olympian hunter who still calmly led the clown to the top of the mountain with the power of Olympiad, ignoring the strange gazes of all passers-by.

Staring blankly at his back as he walked away quickly, pedestrians in all directions slowly came to their senses and recalled the identity of the man who left.

Pairs of eyes full of surprise and bewilderment, then flashed with awe.

……

The upper level of Hunter's Peak, the old clock tower.

This is an old building built on the highest point of the spiral mountain with a history of 3000 years. A spacious hall is connected to a towering bell tower.

At the same time, it is also the private residence of Kuize, the leader of the hunting group, for thousands of years.

In the ground floor hall of the old clock tower, dozens of rows of bookshelves are dotted on both sides of the hall carpet, silently spreading the ancient color and the fragrance of books.

In the center of the hall stands a large tea table with exquisite workmanship and printed with gorgeous textures.

At this moment, there were seven figures of different shapes sitting in front of the seats on different table edges.

Among them, sitting at the foot of the table by the window was a young man in a wine red coat.

His appearance is a bit immature, but a conspicuous scar branded on the side of his scalp can tell that this young man has an extraordinary experience.

The young man in the coat is named He Sheng, lowering his head, letting the sunlight through the flower window hit his cheeks, and under the short black hair that has not been carefully groomed is a pair of thick and straight eyebrows , and a pair of slightly closed eyes, the whole person did not say a word, breathing steadily, as if closing his eyes to rest his mind.

"..."

Sitting next to He Sheng's seat was another young man wearing a pure black vest.

He has a relatively square face, prominent cheekbones, a thick neck, and his facial features naturally reveal a ferocious stern look. He is tall and strong, and his two exposed arms are full of knotted muscles and hideous scars. , filled with a sense of majestic power that has experienced many battles, as if steel can be squeezed flat with a little force.

The man in the vest is named Fanato. Compared with He Sheng who is taking a nap, his expression is full of boredom and dullness. His unkempt pale yellow hedgehog head is constantly rising and falling with the shaking seat, and his long and narrow eyes are directed at the old man. The old stone ceiling spread for a long time, and the lips below finally complained softly.

"Hey, this easy life is so boring... My body is going to rust... Come and let me play with some powerful abyss species..."

On the other side of the tea table, near the bookshelf, is a young woman wearing a plain shirt and tunic skirt.

Her face is delicate and beautiful, her long dark blue hair is tied into a ponytail and fits softly on the back of her neck, her calm eyes are protected by a pair of clear round lenses, and her arms are leaning against the stone. On the surface of the high-quality tea table, a thick classical book was held in the white palm.

The simple woman's name is Evelyn, her eyes flicker back and forth, and her fingertips keep flipping through the pages of the book, as if she is completely isolated from the outside world, just immersed in the world of the book attentively, her whole body Up and down revealed a quiet and elegant temperament.

Shua, Shua, Shua.

And sitting in the corner of the tea table, keeping the farthest distance from everyone, was a young man in a luxurious waistcoat.

His face and cheeks are well-groomed, with no extra stubble or hair. His big, oily back hair faintly radiates bright orange hues, and his whole body exudes a strong smell of perfume. His pure white gloves are Holding a burning pipe.

"what……"

The name of the man in the vest is Feng, and he took a deep sip of this ancient antique with his lips. The mellow and strong smell of tobacco filled his mouth immediately, and the man dressed like a nobleman opened his mouth and slowly exhaled a cloud of smoke The cloud of smoke, the face is full of ease, and the face is full of enjoyment.

Another young woman among the people at the tea table was now leaning on Evelyn's side.

Although her facial features are as beautiful as a doll, she has light purple wavy hair and wears a backless dress that highlights her unique figure, but the lying silkworms on her lower eyelids are very conspicuous, and she looks like she has accumulated from frequent eye-burning The dark circles under her eyes inevitably made the smile on her face a bit haggard.

"Little Fulian, what book are you reading?"

The name of the woman in the dress is Sophie Lani, her lower body half-knelt on the tea chair, her upper body leaned on Evelyn's shoulder, and she asked with a smile on her face. At the same time, her slender and clean hands and ten fingers slowly moved towards Evelyn's breasts and waist seem to be intentional.

Chapter 0462

However, in the next second, Evelyn vigorously slapped off Sophie Lani's white hand without any sympathy, and then expressed her attitude in a cold tone:

"Don't touch me, you rambunctious slut."

"Let... loose!?"

After hearing this, Sophie Lani was stunned, and then she wanted to cry without tears and responded:

"Little Fulian, your mouth is so poisonous! I just want to have a good relationship with you... What's more, living too abstinent is completely meaningless, why don't you let me show you a whole new world?"

"Don't confuse me with your interests, and please don't touch me again."

After Evelyn finished speaking indifferently, she pulled her seat a few meters away, deliberately keeping a distance from Sophie Lani.

"Well... I can't do it for anyone... I have a high vision... The word debauchery is too much..."

Sophie Lani muttered dejectedly, her mental outlook fell instantly, as if she had been dumped on the spot.

"Ha ha……"

Another young man sitting on the opposite side of Sophie Lani watched the scene with great interest, and then couldn't help chuckling twice.

"You two are really interesting..."

His facial features are delicate and handsome, with a unique neutral and feminine beauty. His long light black hair is attached to both sides of his forehead in threes and sevens, and he is wearing a thin and refreshing black long sleeve.

The white and tender palm not inferior to a woman held a glass full of white wine firmly, and after taking a sip of the strong wine, the handsome young man's complexion immediately relaxed.

He is Hungry.

"Suo Ge, this wine tastes very good."

Hungry turned his head to look at the figure sitting next to him and the empty wine glass in front of the other's table, and then asked kindly.

"Do you need me to give you a ride?"

At this moment, the middle-aged man sitting next to him was smoking a cigarette. He was slightly taken aback by Hungry's question, then shook his head and replied:

"Oh, no, I've been sober for years."

The person who answered had long gray hair with a short ponytail behind his head, and his middle-aged facial features looked handsome and tough, but his chin and cheeks were covered with messy beard and deep eyes. Reflecting a lazy luster, it is obvious that he does not care much about taking care of his appearance.

Holding the lighted cigarette between two fingers, the middle-aged man smoked the last piece of it in one breath, and then extinguished the cigarette butt between the ashtrays. His retracted palm seemed to want to take out a second cigarette in the cigarette case. But after thinking about it, he finally chose to give up.

He is Nesso.

"Ok."

Seeing this, Hungry tactfully gave up, but after shifting his gaze to the cigarette butt that Niesuo had just extinguished, he asked a little puzzledly:

"Brother Suo, why are you still smoking this cheap cigarette like before? Isn't the taste of brand-name cigars much better?"

After hearing this, Niesuo gave a wry smile.

"Ha, so to speak..."

"However, it is the smell of cheap cigarettes that can bring me a unique sense of peace of mind, which reminds me of the wandering lives of me, you, and Alpedis in the past..."

"So, compared to expensive cigars, I personally can't live without these cheap cigarettes."

Hearing this, Hungry's eyes were surprised for a moment, and then he couldn't help shaking his head and expressing his nostalgia.

"The life of the three of us wandering in the past..."

"Hehe, I didn't expect that after so many years, you still miss the story of that time..."

"Brother Suo, you are really nostalgic..."

Niesuo scratched his head with some embarrassment, and turned to talk about other topics with Hungry.

"Hey, it's embarrassing to say it, let's talk about something else!"

While the people on the tea table were killing time, another figure was sitting on the bench behind the bell tower hall.

The silver hair of the figure shines with shining silver light under the bath of Yanggu, the wrinkles on the face and the deep left eye are full of vicissitudes, the right eye sealed by scars and the four limbs replaced by machines tell the past .

However, the silver-haired one-eyed old man did not join the "young man"'s tea party, but stared at the ancient pendulum on the wall alone, with complex emotions continuously surging deep in his silver-colored one-eyed eyes.

He is the leader of the hunting group, and his name is Kuize.

At this moment, together with the seven people on the tea table, Kuize is waiting for the return of the last person.

Then, not long after, the heavy door of the bell tower hall was slowly pushed open.

Along with the sideways movement of the door, a tall figure surrounded by a mutilated figure appeared in everyone's field of vision.

The facial features of the visitor are radiant, and the correct facial features describe a meticulous character, and the striding steps show leanness and decisiveness.

His name is Alpedis.

At the same time, it is also the last person that everyone has been waiting for for a long time.

The old man and the young people turned their heads to look in unison, and then a pair of eyes lighted up slightly.

Watching Alpedis walking step by step, He Sheng remained silent and observed quietly.

"..."

Seeing Alpedis walking quickly to the tea table, Venato immediately teased and greeted in a cynical tone: "Hey, I'm finally back, my lord~"

Alpedis nodded calmly and replied:

"Ah."

Seeing Alpedis slowly placing the clown figure with mutilated limbs and sunken features behind him on the carpet, Evelyn's eyes under the lens showed strong interest.

"Is this the crazy clown you caught? What level is your strength?"

Alpedis replied calmly:

"The pinnacle of the fivefold nightmare realm."

Observing the miserable appearance of the blood-stained clown in a coma, Feng opened his mouth and exhaled a puff of smoke, and then joked in a playful tone:

"Hey, I think so too, otherwise you wouldn't have taught him like this. He must have struggled desperately..."

Keeping her eyes on the distorted facial features of the captured, Sophie Lane gleefully covered her mouth and snickered.

"Hee hee, this is really miserable, but at least the five senses are still there, I wouldn't be so lucky."

Hungry's eyes swept back and forth between the clown's body, and then returned to Alpedis' face, and then sent a caring greeting.

"Brother Si, you were not injured along the way, were you?"

Alpedis nodded gently without changing his face:

"No."