Chapter 283 Don’t Come Back Again
"What's wrong?" Ivana noticed Vic's strangeness and looked at the name, "'Leo'? Is there anything wrong with this name?"
"I think I've seen him," Vic said.
“Ah?” Ivana’s eyes widened. “Impossible? The people here have been dead for who knows how long. Um… let me take a look.”
Ivana leaned over and looked at the date of birth under the name.
"He was a hunter a hundred years ago. When he was born, the God of Senluo was still alive. How could you have seen him? What's going on?"
"I don't know what happened," Vic said, "but he was the one who got me and Ade here in the first place."
"Are you talking about the hunter you met at the beginning?"
Vic nodded.
"That shouldn't be the case." Ivana frowned. "He can't really have lived for more than a hundred years. Could he be a Wildfire Cultist pretending to be him? You mentioned before that you suspected that guy was a member of the Wildfire Cult."
"It's possible that he's pretending to be someone else." Vic thought for a moment and said, "But why would he have to use this name?"
"This must be just a coincidence."
"I don't think so, and..." Vic shook his head, carefully looking at the broken skeleton, and whispered, "I feel like it's this person."
"What do you mean you feel like this is the same person?" Ivana was speechless. "Only bones are left. Can you still remember his taste?"
"That's not the case," Vic said, pointing at the skeleton, "I just think the skeletons are very similar, and they are the same body type."
Ivana was very surprised: "You can even tell whether the bones are similar?"
"Yeah, can't you see?"
"...Don't take this ability for granted."
Yvina thought this was too weird and subconsciously thought Vic was talking nonsense, but she soon thought of her grandmother.
At that time, the Wildfire Cultist also transformed into her grandmother, and to an extent that she couldn't even tell that she was the real grandmother. To this day, Ivana still doesn't know how the Wildfire Cultist did it.
Obviously, Vic also thought of Ivana's grandmother, and then couldn't help asking: "Is there really a way to bring people back to life in this world?"
Resurrection from the dead...
This word once again touched Ivana's heart, but she quickly remembered what Bai Wei had said to her - "No matter whether it is a human or a god, once dead, they are dead and there is no way to resurrect them."
So she stopped thinking about it, and whispered to Vic, "It's impossible. No one can come back from the dead. If the Leo you saw was really resurrected, then what about the bones here? Judging from the bones, he has been dead for who knows how many years. How could he have come to find you a month ago?"
"...You're right." Vic's voice was also a little low.
Ivana and Vic both have unspeakable expectations about resurrection from the dead, but they also know that this expectation is inappropriate.
"So let's take a closer look at what's going on." Ivana said, "We have to figure out why these hunters died here and what period they lived in."
Vic nodded repeatedly and began searching again.
So the word "rummaging" in a pile of bones is not quite appropriate, but that's what they did, searching among the broken remains for something that could prove their identity.
To be honest, this is not an easy task, because the clothes of these hunters have been worn out by the years. There are very few people whose names and dates of birth can be clearly seen like Leo's. The few that can be found with difficulty either have their names worn away, their dates of birth worn away, or neither.
There is not much valuable information to be found on the few nameplates. We only know that these hunters died after the death of the God of Senluo.
"It looks like the Wildfire Cultists did it," Vic said. "They have been hunting down hunters, just like they did when they hunted down Mr. Ryan."
"It could only be them, but..." Ivana frowned tightly, "Why are their bodies here?"
"Any questions here?"
"Of course, have you forgotten what I said before? There is only one entrance and exit to the sacrificial site." Ivana whispered, "And that entrance and exit has always been guarded by successive generations of Senluo Saints. If any hunters were slaughtered, we would not have been unaware of it."
Vic was also stunned.
Yes, so many hunters died here, how could Ivina, as a saint, not know about it?
and……
When Vic saw the corpses, he felt something was wrong, but he couldn't figure out what was wrong.
Just as Vic was about to start over from the beginning, he suddenly smelled something outside Valhalla.
"Someone is coming!" Vic grabbed Yvina's hand and told her not to move.
Ivina blinked: "Is it Father Uru?"
"No?" Vic said nervously, "It's the Wildfire Cult."
…
The two Wildfire Cultists slowly pushed open the door of Valhalla, then exchanged glances and turned their sights to the innermost room.
They had already smelled a scent that did not belong here.
So they took off their weapons, entered Valhalla, and approached the inner room little by little.
They wore hunters' clothes, used hunters' weapons, and even their hunting movements and coordination were no different from those of hunters.
Judging from their appearance, no one would think they are Wildfire Cultists.
However, Vic never needed to use his eyes to confirm identities. To him, the beastly smell of these two Wildfire Cultists was almost overflowing.
But he remained calm.
Because he is the real hunter here.
So, until the two Wildfire Cultists walked to the inner room and focused all their attention on Ivina in the inner room, Vic on the beam moved.
He was very fast, and by the time the two Wildfire Cultists heard the sound, it was too late.
Vic jumped down from the beam. As soon as one of the Wildfire Cultists raised his head, it fell to the ground in a flash of knife light. Blood spurted out like a fountain, splashing on the body of another Wildfire Cultist.
"Bastard!" The Wildfire Cultist immediately took the axe in his hand and chopped at Vic.
This action surprised Vic a little.
After all, he was already close to the opponent, but the opponent was still using a hunter's weapon instead of transforming into a wolf like an ordinary Wildfire Cultist.
But Vic didn't think so much. He swung the hunting knife of the first hunter German, and the hunting knife collided with the opponent's hand axe. After a few crisp sparks burst out, the opponent's axe was actually knocked out of his hand!
Vic was even more surprised.
How can he be so weak?! Is this guy really a Wildfire Cultist?
But that smell on him... there's no mistaking it.
Vic didn't hesitate and swung the knife at the opponent's chest again.
With a "puff", blood spurted out from the opponent's chest, and then he suddenly took two steps back and fell straight down.
"you……"
He pointed at Vic and wanted to say something, but he couldn't utter anything because Vic's extremely powerful knife directly opened a huge hole in his chest, and his internal organs were almost crushed.
Then his head tilted, and he died without uttering a single word from beginning to end.
The battle ended just like that.
...What is going on?
What are these two Wildfire Cultists doing here?
Vic was a little confused.
But it doesn't matter, the battle is over anyway.
He put away the knife and was about to go to the inner room to inform Ivana who was hiding, but for some reason he looked at the fallen Wildfire Cultist again.
A hollowed out, crushed chest.
The blood-spattered floor.
Broken hunter costume.
All of this suddenly stimulated Vic's brain like fine needles, causing him to subconsciously hold his head and cry out in pain.
"Vic?!" Ivana in the back room heard the sound and asked anxiously, "Are you okay?"
"I didn't..."
Vic subconsciously raised his head and wanted to respond to Yvina.
Then he froze.
Because the "hunter" lying in a pool of blood was no longer the Wildfire Cultist, but... himself!
"Get out of here, Ade."
"Vic" said softly in a pool of blood.
"Don't come back again."
“Aaaaaaaaaaah!”
…
“Hoo, hoo, hoo…”
Abeke stared straight ahead.
In front of him was a "dumpling" made up of countless poisonous snake-like chains of corruption, and Bai Wei was under that dumpling.
Abeke could no longer sense Bai Wei's life.
In other words...he succeeded?
Abeke was in disbelief.
Is it that successful?
He just killed a guy with five body parts? !
"Visas! Visas! Visas!"
"Eat him! Eat him!"
The mouths on his body started clamoring again, giving Abeke a splitting headache.
There is no time to think about those things.
Those guys, those damn guys are eating away at his mind!
With only one body part, he could no longer fight back. He had to get more body parts from Bai Wei... now, immediately, right away!
Then his hand left the ground, and a new body emerged from the previously burned remains, like a snake shedding its skin.
It’s just that his whole body is covered with eyes, and these eyes are staring at Bai Wei’s position, full of resentment and greed.
But Abeke didn't notice it, he just kept moving forward, forward, and forward.
It’s here. It’s almost here.
Abeke held out his hand.
As long as he reaches that place and gets those five body parts, he will survive, and no one will be able to hurt him or fight against him anymore.
More than twenty mouths on Abeke smiled at the same time.
And then solidify at the same time.
Because the moment he stretched out his hand, the chains of corruption that he had released suddenly turned around and bit his body hard, making him unable to move.
“Tsk tsk tsk, to be honest, even though I was mentally prepared, I still didn’t expect it to be like this.” A teasing voice sounded, “The combination of the Devourer and Visas’ power is so… ugly.”
Abeke looked up and saw a man in gorgeous clothes standing in front of him, looking at him with a smile on his face.
Then there was another series of "puff" sounds.
Abe's body was pierced by holy swords thrown from all directions, nailing him to the spot like countless steel nails.
He opened his mouth, wanting to say something, but no words came out.
Because those holy swords carried the power of seal, even the devourer cells in his body were suppressed.
How is this possible? !
"Please introduce yourself." The other party smiled and said, "I am Fig, the Northern Bishop of the Rhine Religion. In the name of the Lord, I will take back those things in your hands that do not belong to you. Of course, if I accidentally take your life during this period, then..."
Fig paused, then smiled even more broadly.
"You deserve it."
Abeke's eyes almost popped out of his head.
"But who are you?" Fig tilted his head and looked at Abeke, "You are not Uru, nor the seven-tone player wanted by the Holy Sound, so... who are you?"
Abeke was speechless.
"It seems like a pleasant surprise." Fig looked at the Rhine Knight standing next to Abeke, "How is it?"
The Rhine Knight pried open Abeck's mouth.
"They are teeth," said the knight. "The pieces of his body are teeth."
Fig smiled and said, "Teeth? It's actually a pleasant surprise. This means that I can at least get back three pieces of corpse."
"But he has merged too deeply with the Devourer," the knight said. "It is difficult to separate them with our current methods. We can only burn him completely with the Holy Fire of the Rhine and then take out the tooth."
"Is that so?" Fig showed a slightly regretful expression, "It seems we are destined not to take such a big gift without paying anything."
He paused, then smiled even more brightly.
"But it doesn't matter, we've already got more anyway."
Fig's words made Abeke's eyes widen even further.
Because what Fig said was to show that the Devourer was sent out by them, which means that it was all because of them that Abeke became like this.
"Woo! Woo!"
Thinking of this, the desperate Abeke twisted his body desperately, trying to break free from the restraints and fight for his life with Fig in front of him.
However, under the suppression of the Rhine Holy Sword, even cells as powerful as the Devourer were unable to move, let alone him.
"I can probably guess what you want to say." Fig said with a smile, "but unfortunately, you can't say anything."
As he spoke, a ball of pure white flame, as if it could purify everything, gushed out from Fig's palm.
"You took something you shouldn't have taken." Fig said leisurely, "So after you are purified, confess to my Lord and ask for forgiveness."
Abeke widened his eyes, watching the Rhine Holy Flame in Fig's hand approaching him little by little, like the god of death's scythe slowly falling.
"I'll take this tooth." Fig said softly.
But just as the fire was about to spread to Abeke, he suddenly heard a crisp and pleasant...snap of fingers.
The majestic and murderous flame was instantly like a flame on a candle and was extinguished with a "puff".
Also destroyed were several holy swords on Abeke's body.
In an instant, all restraints on Abeke disappeared.
And Fig's hand had already reached in front of Abeke.
(End of this chapter)
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