The Journey of the Demon Hunter

"It looks so dangerous here." The demon hunter said to her. "You have to face such a thing every day?" Zelin looked at the doctor who fainted and was carried out after being shot. "What is this? Is it popular to pay in blood here?"

Zelin originally thought that he would be questioned, but in fact, everyone here focused on the experiment and blood, but no one would pay attention to an outsider who had just arrived here.

Adeline will take him to a small free room and wait until the lady Maria who is taking care of it comes back before making a decision.

"Please don't make fun of me. My blood is the best gift for hunters. But are you really a hunter? You can use swords and knock him down. You should be a very good hunter. "At this time, Zelin noticed that there was always a blood vessel inserted in Aidelin's arm, but it was hidden under the sleeve. The sky was dim at the time, and he didn't notice the difference in the bulging part of the sleeve for the first time. "This kind of thing doesn't happen often, only a few times. As for the fluid, you can call it brain fluid, it's..."

"Wait, brain fluid?"

Zelin felt something was wrong. "I thought the whites were just gauze wrapped around them?"

"I don't know how to explain to you, this is a... evolution." After thinking about it for a while, Edlin used this word to explain to the demon hunter. "This will help our brain learn more. The knowledge of understanding allows us to hear more wisdom that people cannot discover."

"But the price? What is the price?"

"The scholars at Bayerworkin pointed out a new path for us, and why do we have to stand still." Adeline stretched out her hand in a gesture of invitation. "This is your room, don't care, it may be too I’m young, but I don’t think I will wait too long. Ms. Maria is a simple hunter. She is a good person. She will be here soon."

Zelin walked in, and Edlin was right. It was really small, but it was enough for one person. There is a bed in the room with brand new white sheets, a wooden table nearby with some empty barriers, and a metal stool.

"Thank you, it's better than getting in the rain in the alley."

The blood saint nodded and exited the room. Before leaving, she closed the wooden door, not forgetting to smile at Zelin.

"Good night."

Chapter 544 Crow Hunter

When he walked to the room, Zelin threw down the cloth bag in his hand. After confirming that there was no one else at the door, he took out the resonance bell in the cloth bag. In the past, when he arrived in Rome, he still brought this thing, hoping to get in touch with Yanan's friends in another world, but since that failure, he didn't bring it with him when he went to Skyrim. But the success of directional navigation gave him a glimmer of hope, and now it seems that it is thanks to him that he brought this thing.

It would be much better if he knew in advance what kind of world the portal would take him to every time he crossed the portal. So every time he can make some preparations in advance.

He bent down and started rumbling through a pile of cloth bags. Saltpeter, Silkworm Sao, Baijie Mushroom, Bidens, Bear Fat, Dust of Stanford, Dandelion, Long Boluweed. Making potions, making decoctions, making bombs, or repairing tools for sword oil and armor weapons, there are such things everywhere in the package.

Finally, he found the resonance bell in a pile of debris. If Simon is right, he can get in touch with Irene through this thing, and the ringtone of this thing can span dreams. This reminded Zelin of the summoning talisman Frid had drawn in the castle. These two things seemed to have the same effect, but the effect of the summoning talisman was obviously better than the resonance bell.

He held the bell and raised his head.

The surrounding scenery has changed again.

The demon hunter is still in his room, but the room illuminated by the oil lamp is now dark and dark, the clean and tidy house has become filthy, and most of the floors on the ground are broken, or covered with dust and cobwebs. . There were blood stains everywhere on the ground. Pieces of dried blood coagulated on the ground, on the walls, on the roof, and on the windows.

As for the bed, it is impossible to distinguish whether the bed is covered with sheets or a large patch of coagulated blood. The blood almost soaked the bed. It seems that someone here sprinkled a lot of blood directly on the ground, and there are still some sacked sacks piled in the surrounding corners, but these sacks look like the heads of those patients, with blood splatter everywhere. This is by no means a person's blood. The amount of blood is enough to kill several adults.

Another blink.

Zelin sighed and sat on the clean bed. The terrible sight disappeared again. I am very happy. For the demon hunter, fear is something he often has to face. Knowing that there is a den of terrible cannibals in front of him, he has to walk in without hesitation, and even stay in the den of monsters and wait for the monsters to come back. Use yourself as bait.

If it is an ordinary person, these dark and terrifying scenery can easily destroy a person's sanity.

He rang the bell gently.

The crisp bell rang in my ears, but it quickly disappeared, as if it had never existed, or was swallowed by the surrounding air the moment it rang. Less than a quarter of an hour later, the demon hunter really heard the ringtone in response.

A figure with a blue light appeared beside the demon hunter in the echo of the bell. Seeing the appearance of the shadow, Ze Lin breathed a sigh of relief. There will be no second person in such a feather cloak.

The figure appeared, and the crow hunter slowly opened her eyes. She stared at her vigilantly. When she saw the demon hunter, she opened her eyes in disbelief.

"It's nice to see you again, Irene."

"You, you are not, haven't you already gone back? A hunter in another world?" The crow hunter quickly calmed down. Perhaps for a hunter who is aware of the existence of dreams, a person from another world is not unacceptable. More terrible and incomprehensible things have appeared, and who cares about these little things.

"But I'm back again." Zelin opened his hands. "Why, are you not welcome?"

"If I know a way to escape this terrible world, I will definitely run away and never come back." Irene took off her mask and said slowly. The burgundy eyes on the pale face of the crow hunter stared at the demon hunter. She was silent for a while, and after a while, she suddenly smiled. "I don’t know how long I’ve heard the best news. . I shouldn’t welcome anyone to Yanan, because that means endless nightmares, but I still want to say.” She opened her arms, and the crow feathers on her cloak rustled with the action. “Welcome to you, see you really Good."

Irene said that after the demon hunter left Orton Chapel, she often shook the resonance bell, hoping to contact other hunters. But unfortunately, it seems that fewer and fewer hunters still remain sober, and she has hardly succeeded. Only twice succeeded, but she went somewhere somehow, there was only a woman ringing a bell and many strange blood-red monsters nearby.

"I didn't expect you to be in this nightmare." Irene took off her mask, placed it on the table beside her, and leaned back on the fairly clean bed. "It looks like this nightmare is still in reincarnation, just at the beginning?" Crow Stretched "It feels better than slate."

"This nightmare?"

"Yes, there are many dreams, and Yanan is just one of them. This is the Star Clock Tower, the dream of old Yanan. Simon is here, have you seen him?" Irene asked Zelin, "Go When I saw him once, his dream had just ended. He said that he was killed by a man brandishing a weapon that looked like a mace." Irene looked at the ceiling with loose eyes, and covered with one hand. Abdomen. If Zelin remembers correctly, she died in the church in the center of Yanan in her dream, with her belly cut open. "When will this **** dream end...I don't want to dream anymore."

After a short while, Zelin asked the question he cared about most: "How is the situation of the Orton Chapel now?"

"...I don't know how to describe it. I have never seen a blood moon. I feel that their bodies are... dying. They are getting weaker and weaker. Caryl has Ulton's runes on his body. In Ulton's church, She can see through the dreams, you don’t have to worry too much, Caryl will take care of them." Irene’s words can only give Zelin a sigh of relief, but at the same time it also confirms another thing. He’s in Mahakam. Dreams are not fake things.

How could he dream about Utten Chapel in his castle?

"If I have Uldun runes, can I also see them directly in my dreams?"

"That is to engrave the rune into the body, and the blood of Yanan must be injected." Irene shook her head. Ring the bell, and I will help you as much as possible. Only this bell can allow us to travel through different dreams, and... I am afraid that only you can summon me, but I cannot summon you. After all, you don’t have the blood of Yanan in your body." The Crow Hunter sighed, "Sorry, I may not be able to take you to Orton Chapel now."

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ps: Last year's pictures were finally released.

Chapter 545: Agitated Blood

Finally, Zelin chatted with the crow hunter for a while. The demon hunter needs to know what happened after he left. It seems to be pretty good. Here, time has no meaning. The sky is always dusk and night. No one can survive the end of the night. Hunters will always die in the night and then wake up at the same dusk. They call their experience a dream. Everything seems to be a nightmare. Many hunters give up. They give up dreaming. They can't bear all this. When they can't find the hope to solve all this, so They choose to seek death.

They were originally called the sufferers among the hunters, and they were the first to realize that the disaster was coming, but unfortunately, this made them the most painful group of people, and no one can break away from this chain. Those who are indulged in dreams are not aware of anything, but these people are suffering in their sobriety.

"I'm leaving." Irene put on the mask again. According to her statement, now she is only as a spiritual body summoned by the resonance bell, and cannot last too long. "Perhaps, you can help Simon find the source of the dream."

"I will try my best, but I can't guarantee anything."

"At least we still have hope, that's enough."

Watching the crow hunter's gradual disappearance, the blue light spots of his body fell into the air like scattered, Zelin sat on the bed, snapped his fingers, and let the extinguishing oil lamp reappear. He closed his eyes and began to think about the next move. The words Irene said when he met him before made him think of a possibility. If all this is a dream, it should be that only those hunters who first come into contact with blood will enter the dream, but why will new foreign hunters enter? Dreamland? If the first group of people who were exposed to blood had fallen into the dream created by the ancient gods, how did the later people enter?

The demon hunter thought of the outlander hunter he had previously encountered at the Yusevka Clinic. There is only one possibility to explain this, that is, there are still people who transfusion blood outside the dreamland, allowing new hunters to join the dreamland and enter the hunt to make up for things that the crazy hunters can't do.

Otherwise, as normal conditions continue, this nightmare will only be left with crazy hunters in the endless cycle of endless killings.

But it is impossible for a new hunter to join, unless someone hopes to get something from this hunt, and it is obvious that he still has not succeeded.

He must find a way to find clues and find the person who transfused blood for the hunter in a foreign country. That person must know many things. Perhaps at this time, it is necessary to start searching from the source. If this dream is the origin of everything, then the demon hunter should be able to find some clues here.

The walls of the research tower are very thick, and the sound insulation effect is much better than the demon hunter expected. The pouring rain outside did not transmit any sound inside. There are no windows in these rooms, only a circle of vertical windows at the top. Once inside the research tower, it is easy for people to lose the sense of time.

It didn't take long for the demon hunter's thoughts to be interrupted by the sound of footsteps in the corridor outside the door. The crisp sound of the leather boots stepping on the slate bricks got closer and closer. After a while, through the glass of the wooden door, Zelin saw a tall and thin figure standing outside the door and stopped.

With a creak, the door was pushed open.

"Oh, damn, I still want to have a good night's sleep."

Seeing the silver-haired huntress standing at the door, Zelin sighed.