Chapter 261 Let’s Use This
Vic felt like his head was going to split open.
It was like there was something in his head, trying to split it open from the inside out.
The severe pain almost made him lose consciousness on the spot, but he still gritted his teeth and persevered.
Because he could feel the guys coming.
He saw the half-man, half-wolf creature in front of him who looked very similar to himself. He also saw Ryan falling to the ground covered in blood after being attacked, and heard Ella's desperate screams.
So he wanted to do something, but the severe pain made him unable to do anything. He could only watch helplessly, unable to say a word.
The blow caused the half-man, half-wolf who fell to Ryan to notice Vic, and he stepped over Ryan and Rilla's bodies and came in front of Vic.
"It is you indeed." Wood chuckled, "Saint."
……saint?
Is he... calling me?
"It seems that what Lauren said is right. You did encounter some obstacles. But it doesn't matter. Let me help you finish the last part of the journey."
Vic raised his head with difficulty and saw that the other party stretched out his hand towards him... No, not a hand, but a claw.
But the claws were as sharp as a knife, and Vic seemed to be able to see his own extremely blurry reflection in the claws.
He is going to die here.
Vic thought so.
But the claw stopped just when it was in front of him and just one step away from piercing his head.
"Oh..." Wood turned around slowly, looking at Ryan who had fallen behind him in surprise, "He is actually a pure-blooded hunter... and his heritage is maintained so well."
All the Wildfire Cultists looked at Ryan.
Ryan's cut flesh was seen emitting white smoke and healing rapidly.
Then Ryan stood up, holding the still terrified Ella with one hand and holding the worn cane with the other. His black windbreaker fluttered in the wind, and one could vaguely see a rusty scimitar tied behind him.
"Very good." Seeing Ryan really stand up, the surprise on Wood's face turned into praise. "You are the first one tonight who can stand up after being knocked down by me... It seems that you are the strongest hunter in this city."
After hearing Wood's words, Ryan's expression didn't change much. He just whispered, "So, I'm the last one in this city?"
"No, not just in this city." Wood shook his head. "To be more precise, it should be the last one in this land you call Senluo, because this city is the last place we took action."
"...I see." Ryan nodded slightly, "I didn't even receive any news. It seems that you can't wait to start a new era. Indeed, this land has been in chaos for too long."
Wood was somewhat surprised at Ryan's calm reaction.
"Aren't you angry?" Wood said, "We are going to end your era."
"The end? When I became a hunter, the God of Senluo was no longer around. From that time on, the era of hunters was over." Ryan said calmly, "If you can really take over this mess, it's not a bad thing."
Wood tilted his head and frowned slightly.
He didn't seem to understand what Ryan said. When he tilted his head, saliva overflowed from the gap between his sharp but incomplete teeth.
"I just have one question." Ryan first looked at Vic behind Wood, then lowered his head to look at Rilla who was still trembling in his arms, "Those two children have nothing to do with the hunters, can we let them go?"
Wood understood this question, and he smiled and shook his head: "No."
Ella's trembling worsened.
Ryan patted Rilla's shoulder gently to comfort her, and then asked, "Can I know the reason?"
"The light that shines into the darkness is the most dazzling," Wood said. "This land needs fire to be completely reborn."
"You might as well make your words clearer."
"Haha, you don't understand?" Wood said with a smile, "We learned this from you hunters. In the Senluo era, those who have truly faced life-and-death threats tend to respect Senluo and hunters more."
Ryan was silent for a while, then nodded slowly: "I think I understand what you mean, in that case..."
He reached for the metal scimitar behind his back.
The two Wildfire Cultists closest to him seemed to sense something and immediately pounced on Ryan.
Ryan suddenly leaned down, his movements were so fast that even the eyes could not catch them. All that could be seen was the black windbreaker blown by the wind, which was like a suddenly rising flag, swaying everyone's vision.
"Click."
There was a sound of metal colliding under the windbreaker, as if two metal objects were spliced together.
But no one saw what it was. The two Wildfire Cultists who pounced on Ryan quickly tore off the flying windbreaker.
But they did not tear the flesh under Ryan's windbreaker as imagined. Instead, they were greeted by a long-handled... sickle!
"Swish!"
The sickle, which had been eroded by time for who knows how many years and was already rusted, could still make a whistling sound as loud as the wolf claws of the Wildfire Cultists when cutting through the air.
Almost in an instant, the seemingly strong body of one of the Wildfire Cultists was easily cut in half, and blood gushed out instantly.
Another Wildfire Cultist turned his head sharply and saw that Ryan had retreated two meters away.
He held Ella in one hand and the long-handled sickle made of a cane and a blade in the other. The clothes under his windbreaker could not cover his bulging muscles at all.
Yes, he cut open the half-wolf body of the Wildfire Cultist with just one hand.
Another Wildfire Cultist wanted to give chase, and suddenly saw small black balls falling from the windbreakers in their hands.
When these black balls fell to the ground, a series of explosions occurred immediately, like firecrackers, and at the same time gave rise to a pungent white mist.
The Wildfire Cultist who inhaled the white mist immediately fell to his knees, pinching his neck tightly, his face full of pain.
By the time the other Wildfire Cultists chased after them, Ryan and Ella had disappeared.
"This guy..." Wood narrowed his eyes slightly, "He is indeed not a simple person."
Wood could smell Ryan's scent, and if he really wanted to chase him, he could easily catch up. After all, the other party was carrying a burden, and the zombies had already entered the city, so he couldn't run fast.
But Wood didn't do that.
Because compared to such a half-crippled old hunter, the saint is obviously more important.
Wood turned around and looked again at Vic, who was still trembling behind him.
In just a few minutes, Vic's wolf transformation worsened again. Three-quarters of his face turned into a wolf. The remaining quarter was constantly shaking, and new black hair was oozing out of his skin bit by bit.
"Oh...it seems that there is no need to do anything specifically." Wood said, "Are you going to wake up on your own, Saint?"
Vic said nothing, but just trembled more and more.
"What are you still hesitating about?" Wood slightly turned his body to let Vic look at the direction where Ryan retreated. "Look at that old hunter. He rescued the girl but left you behind. Don't you understand why?"
...Why?
Vic could hear Wood's voice.
Yeah, why?
Why, I must be left alone?
Afraid.
So scared.
Vic closed his eyes.
He returned to the butcher's fence, surrounded by cut pieces of meat and in front of him was the butcher sharpening his knife.
He whimpered in the bars.
Because he was afraid.
It's really scary.
Can someone come and rescue him?
No matter who it is.
Please,
Please save me.
...Vic.
"brush"!
A sharp scream pulled Vic out of the illusion. He raised his head subconsciously and saw a black shadow holding a sickle appearing behind Wood.
It's... Ryan!
Naturally, Wood could also sense Ryan's sneak attack. He turned around abruptly and raised his hand to block the scythe that Wood was swinging towards his neck.
The sickle that had previously cut off half of the Wildfire Cultist's body naturally quickly chopped into Wood's arm, but it did not directly cut Wood's arm in two as imagined, but stopped when it hit a certain object.
Ryan narrowed his eyes slightly.
This is... bones!
"How dare you come back to seek death!"
Wood roared at Ryan, but Ryan remained unmoved. He simply raised his hand to let Wood see his wrist.
There was a cut on his wrist, and blood was constantly flowing out.
Wood realized something and stepped back quickly, but he was still a step too late. Ryan splashed blood on Wood's face and then made a handprint.
With a loud "boom".
The spilled blood turned into black fire, instantly burning half of Wood's face.
“Aaaaaaah!”
Wood roared in pain.
But Ryan did not pursue further, because the other Wildfire Cultists also reacted and rushed towards him quickly.
So he just grabbed Vic's hand.
"Come with me, little one."
At that moment, Vic was in a trance again.
He seemed to see the thin figure quietly slip into the fence and cautiously reach out to him.
"Let's go, Ade!"
He tried to unlock the shackles without making any sound, but still attracted the butcher's attention.
So the butcher in the memory and the burning werewolf in reality let out the same roar.
"Little ghost (hunter), you are looking for death!"
Vic turned around and saw the butcher, his body on fire, rushing towards them with a kitchen knife in his hand.
"Run, Ade!"
The screen kept switching afterwards.
He was led to run wildly in the alleys, and then ran in the wilderness. He was held by the hand and held in the arms of others.
The person who ran with him was sometimes an old hunter and sometimes an extremely thin young man.
Chasing them were the butcher with his body on fire and several vicious dogs he kept.
The vicious dogs pounced on the boy and bit his flesh fiercely.
The boy ran away, kicking the vicious dog away while holding the wounded boy in his arms.
So blood flowed all over the ground.
The boy's running speed was getting slower and slower, and the strength holding him was getting weaker and weaker.
Finally, the boy fell down and was thrown out.
When he looked up, he saw the butcher catching up with the boy.
…
Wood glanced at Vic, who was lying on the ground and twitching like a wounded wolf. He shook his head, stepped over his body, and walked towards Ryan, who was curled up in the corner a few meters away.
At this moment, there were few intact parts of Ryan's body, and only the hunter's blood was supporting his last life.
"I don't understand," Wood said. "You had already left, why did you come back... You should have seen that he is not the same kind as you."
Ryan glanced at Vic and chuckled.
"You are not the same kind, because you are monsters, and he... is not."
Vic stopped shaking.
But Wood didn't notice it, he just shook his head: "You are just deceiving yourself, and you are going to lose your life for this lie."
After that, he walked towards Ryan again.
This time, Wood didn't plan to hold back.
Ryan gently closed his eyes and faced death calmly.
But death did not come.
Ryan opened his eyes with some confusion, but the scene in front of him stunned him.
Because a silver wolf stood in front of him.
Wood's eyes widened: "Saint?!"
Before he finished speaking, the Pure Silver Wolf let out a roar that was completely different from before.
There were even arcs of electricity flashing in his silver hair!
With a "swish" sound!
He pounced on Wood like a silver comet, and directly pushed Wood dozens of meters away and out of the alley.
Ryan looked at Silver Wolf's back in shock, and then recognized the other party's identity based on the remaining pieces of clothes.
That's... Vic?!
Why did he become like this?!
Ryan didn't have time to think about it because Vic was already wrestling with Wood.
After transforming into a pure silver wolf, every attack of Vic was accompanied by thunder, suppressing Wood in an instant.
"With this posture... have you woken up?!" Wood was shocked and yelled at Vic, "Asshole! You've already woken up, why are you still attacking me?!"
Vic did not answer Wood. He seemed to have lost all his sanity and only knew how to attack, attack, and attack again at Wood.
After a few encounters, Wood was crippled.
In this situation, Wood knew that he needed to give it his all, otherwise he would be beaten to death by Vick.
Then he also let out a wolf howl, and his half-wolf body expanded several times in an instant, even twice the size of Vic!
Completely wolfish!
Wood slashed down with his claws, and the thunder on Vic's body was instantly dispersed, and half of his body became a bloody mess.
"Who do you think you are!" Wood yelled at Vic.
But Vic seemed to feel no pain and rushed towards Wood again.
But he was not facing an enemy.
The rest of the Wildfire Cultists also rushed forward after fully transforming into wolves.
So, the original fight instantly turned into a hunt.
The black wolf pack hunts the silver wolf.
And all this was seen by Ryan in the alley.
He struggled to get up and go to Vic's aid.
Because Ryan knew that Vic was trying to save him, otherwise he would not have led those Wildfire Cultists out of the alley.
However, his injuries were too severe, and the hunter's blood was unable to repair his old and seriously injured body. He could only watch Vic being surrounded and killed. The black wolves tore pieces of his flesh and blood, and the leaping thunder quickly dissipated.
"Damn it!" Ryan had never felt so useless before. He cursed and beat his badly injured body in despair, "Move!"
At this moment, a man's voice was heard in the deep alley.
"Want to save that child?"
Ryan was slightly stunned and turned his head subconsciously, only to see a hand reaching out.
In the palm of the hand is an eyeball as bright as a star.
"If you want, use this."
(End of this chapter)
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