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Chapter 584 Traps and Turing's Wolves
They made strange neighs like crying babies, and their goat-like heads shone brightly under the dripping blood. Their pair of dead white eyes locked on the hunters in front of them, and rushed up overwhelmingly.

The blasting gun bore reflected countless black shadows with teeth and claws, the hunting gear clanged, and under the blood splashed under the hand-to-hand combat, Quinn's rapier had pierced into a white and clean head——

puff!

The expected high-speed carbonization did not appear, and the piercing wound only partially blacked out, and still bright red blood spurted out.Quinn's complexion changed, but his fingers suddenly unscrewed the hilt, and the heavy stabbing sword suddenly unfolded and turned into whip blades, tearing it to pieces:

"Rune silver is ineffective against them?!"

"They are not ordinary ghouls, stand back!"

The dive ends here.

The large hunting tool stained with bloody grooves clicked and hit the machine expansion, a burst of sparks flew, and Father Harvest unfolded the huge sickle.

boom!
Whether it was the flesh and blood of those pale lambs or the huge bookshelf filled with precision gears, they all collapsed into two pieces in an instant.The black blade shadow is surrounded by silver light, tearing everything in front of you to pieces!
The energy release of this casual strike has reached the level of carbon-based destroyers and most explosive weapons...only with pure flesh and blood.

The Vice Brain Compiler processes all the information in the field of view.The scarlet rune started to burn, and Turing instantly entered a fighting state.but……

Dense white monsters appeared on those intact bookshelves, and more figures emerged in the maze roads extending in all directions, like a tide.But Father Harvest's attack only removed a small splash in the wave.

"This amount..."

"Get ready to fight!"

Under the scalp-numbing cries, the hunting gear collided and unfolded, the magic firecrackers erupted, and sparks shone in the black shadows with fangs and claws, and the entire remaining formation of demon hunters was instantly dispersed!
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"The prey took the bait."

Candles lit one after another, illuminating the dark hall.

The lazy figure was sitting on the gorgeous red leather sofa, greedily pouring the blood from the goblet into his mouth:
"This is faster than we thought, and that conceited hunter probably doesn't know our real goal... Lord Mu, it's your turn to play."

In a dark corner, a white suit was exposed to the candlelight:
"Of course, Grand Duke Atkinson..."

"Proceed with caution, the Son of Cain holds a lot of secrets. Your white pets may not be as useful to him as he thinks."

"Even so, he is only a human being." The white suit smiled slightly, "The Great Minster Maze is enough to make these daring human beings suffer, and their poor knowledge can't even glimpse the tip of the iceberg under the magical craftsmanship. My lamb They can even devour them..."

Bang!
The heavy object fell to the ground, and the cold air overflowed.Under the suddenly erratic candlelight, a burly shadow is reflected:
"Underestimate the enemy enough to tear your corpse apart on the battlefield, Viscount."

The corner of the white dress's mouth twitched: "Thank you for your reminder, Bingpimple..."

The wall behind him cracked and deformed, revealing the precision-operated steam equipment inside, which slowly closed as he stepped back into it.

"Don't forget the plan, and those beasts that wander around." The Grand Duke lifted the goblet.

"certainly……"

……

……

"Watch out behind! They're everywhere!"

"Go to the priest! Quick!"

The entire large library has become a mess.Those giant bookshelves and cages that had been destroyed by violence piled up together.Books filled with ancient history mixed with blood were scattered all over the sky.

Thanks to the powerful destructive power of Father Harvest, the other surviving demon hunter teams were able to gather from the destroyed ruins, and were scattered again and again by the white monsters that spread out from the corners.These mixed structures extending in all directions are not as simple as being attacked from the front and back, but are full of crying-like roars in all directions.

"We have to get out of here! This is a trap!"

"These agencies have changed our position, which is completely inconsistent with the information, and there is no way out... Get out of the way!"

puff!

The flickering Quinn smashed a pale lamb and saved a witcher who couldn't dodge.Just a few minutes of fighting has left everyone covered in blood and wounded.Even if they have experienced many battles, it is still difficult for them to face this huge number and the unavoidable maze terrain.

The sword and whip swung again, and Quinn's heart sank to the bottom.

Completely wrong information, changing spaces and terrains, endless, terrifying monsters to face for the first time... It is obvious that there is a traitor among them.And this is like a trap.

If you continue, you will definitely die, you must leave here...

And Turing thought so too.

He dodged in the shadows, and the claw-shaped hunting gear accurately crushed the heads of monsters one after another. His whole body was soaked in blood, but it wasn't his.

Obviously, these surrounding monsters were carefully set traps by bloodthirsty people, and Arzak had already become the bait.The changed terrain combined the large library and the dungeon into a labyrinth, and there is still the possibility of further changes.

Now they are like headless chickens scurrying around in this space full of sheep-headed monsters. Ansel's destruction of the maze is only to gather those hunters who were scattered before, but this is of no avail.

Either find the entrance to go deeper, or leave immediately.But what he couldn't understand was... among these demon hunters, the only valuable target for the blood thirsty was Father Ansel, a powerful stalker with great force, and almost no significant role.Is the stage with the base camp as bait a bit too extravagant?Or rather...

Is it aimed at him, the "son of Cain"?
Before Turing could think about whether he caused the heavy losses of the demon hunters, a new logical frame had appeared in the scan of the field of vision by the vice-brain compiler, which made his eyes pass through the bloody hunters and the crying and neighing The white monster fell into the creaking bookshelves and the floor.

It is not a problem for him to save these demon hunters at this moment, but the cost of exposing scarlet runes and even demon god technology in advance is not worth such a risk, and the consequences will be even more serious than the current situation.

So he has been scanning the entire space to determine his current coordinate position and prevent disorientation.And gradually analyze the laws of the entire maze, but it will take time to get the possible entrances and exits.

But the anomaly in front of him was even more important than that.

At some point, the terrain destroyed by Father Harvest quietly changed positions under the influence of deeper mechanisms, and more and more giant bookshelves and cages changed positions, completely blocking them into a dead end.

The position at this time is already quite a distance away from the coordinates he marked at the beginning of the mutation.

Something was wrong. Apart from fighting with the demon hunters, the entire group of white monsters seemed to be coordinating with the constantly changing terrain, forcing them to another location...

"Father!"

Quinn's calling attracted Turing's attention.

He saw Father Harvest swinging his scythe, tearing dozens of pale lambs to shreds, and after a short pause, silver runes burned on the back of his hand.

And the cold gaze under the brim of the hat was aimed at the ceiling at this moment.Turing could sense a huge energy gathering in the scythe.

He wanted to forcefully break through the ceiling to open an exit? !

Turing's eyelids twitched. If this is normal, this is indeed the only way, but...

A possibility flashed through his mind and grew stronger.He suddenly shredded the pale lamb rushing towards him with his claws: "Wait! There is a problem with these mechanisms..."

boom! ! !
Turing's voice was drowned out by the explosion.

A huge gap had been torn open in the ceiling.Countless metal parts began to rain in midair.A large number of pale lambs hit by the aftermath were torn into pieces, and a ray of light lit up the dark underground.

That's big enough to pass several people.

The explosion ignited the hopes of the demon hunters dying quickly. They fought vigorously, tearing apart the monsters in front of them and rushing towards the ray of light. There were even a few applause.The entire flood of white monsters were even pushed out of the encircling circle a little.

But Turing clearly saw that Father Harvest's movements stopped.On the other side, Quinn's eyes were full of disbelief, as well as the gradually shrinking pupils.

"That is……"

"Hurry up!!!"

Under the angry shout of Father Harvest, the bright dawn turned into blood, and the surging blood gushed out from the huge gap like a waterfall, and a powerful energy erupted together with it——

boom! ! ! !

Countless pale lambs and hunters rushing towards the gap were blasted into bursting blood foam.Father Harvest protected Quinn and threw himself aside.In Quinn's eyes, more than a dozen hunters disappeared in the light of blood, and the remaining hunters in the light were swallowed up by the structural division that changed again——

"Grey Fox?!"

With Quinn's exclamation, Turing, who was standing among countless stumps and broken arms, was blocked by a raised wall.And amidst the sound of the densely turning gears, another high wall rose in front of her eyes, completely blocking all the light in her field of vision!
bang...

When the sound of the moving gears fell silent again, a flame lit up in Quinn's eyes.

It was the torch lit by Father Harvest.

"Damn... what happened!? What the hell happened?!"

A hunter whose left arm was broken at the root screamed, following his body's instinct to keep retreating.Quinn swept away with the light of the torch, and there were only a few hunters left in this space, and all of them were injured.Even Father Harvest's two companions who also held sickles were seriously injured.

Father Harvest, who also saw this scene in his eyes, closed his eyes and took a deep breath of the turbid air:

"I made a mistake."

His voice trembled, like a torch that faltered in his hand.

"It's us."

Quinn sat down on the ground slumped.

No matter how rich her experience in hunting demons was, no matter how many bloodthirsty people were reduced to ashes in her hands... This was the first time she saw so many of her colleagues die before her eyes, like a massacre.

"Quinn..."

A bloody demon hunter smiled wryly, and whispered her name: "Is there anyone else?"

Several screams came from outside the closed space, and Quinn was shocked, and his eyes suddenly dropped:

"...Maybe. Or maybe..."

With a trembling voice, she looked at the few remaining hunters.

"We're the only ones left..."

She was a little confused for a moment and lost her direction.At this moment, the voice of the agency came again.Except for the man with the broken arm, everyone bounced up almost instantly——

In the dim light, a passage was exposed behind the wall that shrank from the side.In front of him was a red door.

"This is... the entrance."

Quinn's throat was throbbing, and he looked to the other side: "Then here is..."

A scream and the sound of chewing flesh and blood came from the passage, and Quinn was shocked:
"We still have people outside... This is the way to the outside?! The gray fox is still outside!!!"

She was about to rush into the passage with her sword and whip in hand, Ansel's broad palm pressed her shoulder:

"No! How can you be sure that's not another trap?"

Quinn's raised shoulders sank.

"They're all dead. It's my responsibility, and it's going to be my crime."

"...No, the doctor saved me, this is repayment... With you here, we may be able to..."

"Those other demon hunters, they also saved you, including the people here. You have to pay back more than just one person, and we have no choice." Father Harvest looked at the bright red door, "Things have come to this, we can't leave here at all, and saving people is even more of a luxury. Maybe another demon hunter born from blood slaves makes you feel sympathetic, but who will sympathize with those other dead?"

"Regardless of these organs, machines, are they controlled by humans, or are gods showing us a door to go deeper when we are desperate... We have no way out now. As for me... don't forget that I came here with you, What for."

"Those people died because of our decision, including that doctor. Now we have only one option left—rescue Arzak."

"Saving Arzak will save more lives and save the future of mankind. Only by completing this mission can their souls rest in peace..."

Quinn lowered her head and remained silent.

"Wanderer... If you want me to say, you really have no right to say that." The witcher with a severed arm coughed up blood and looked up at Ansel, "If you didn't have the impulse to cut the damn ceiling ...The doctor reminded you, you heard it, but you did it anyway... I say, you killed these people... So did the doctor. Do you know how many lives he saved in one day? You definitely don't know...you are a powerful safari, a myth among us, of course you don't know, and you won't pay attention to a doctor's words..."

"The people who choose to come here tonight are all for the cause of mankind. They are aware of this, and so are you. And the doctor, Jules told me that he volunteered to join, should do better for it Enlightenment..." Ansel took a deep breath, "It is true that I ignored his words, this is the sin I should bear. But now we are all carrying the souls of the dead on our backs. Sacrifice... Inevitable."

"...It's inevitable? You..."

"enough."

Quinn's cold voice interrupted the witcher.

"I made the priest do that. These unnecessary sacrifices... were my fault."

"Quinn, you..."

"I know the resentment in your heart, we all are, but this is not a reason to fight with each other. Rest in place, and then... move on."

The fist wrapped under the leather glove creaked, and Quinn looked at the crimson door, burying anger and remorse in his eyes.

Blood feud, another blood feud.

If you don't move on, how can you kill the enemy with your hands?

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……

The mechanism stopped working, but the screams of the demon hunter still came from the darkness.

In Turing's clear vision, those monsters named pale lambs were densely crowded in the passage in front of him.

The books were crawled by them and brought to the ground, and the covers hit the ground heavily.

"It seems that you are indeed here for me."

Turing glanced at the blood on his body and the blood up to his ankle, and wiped his leather gloves.

"That's right, Sally Fraser should have seen my face. And there may be some hunters who can't resist the temptation of eternal life and become servants of the bloodthirsty ones, so it's reasonable to know my information. I have to say, although Your technology is in a fault state, but this large library still brings me many surprises."

Snapped.

Snapped.

Snapped.

The pale lambs retreated slowly, and a white figure walked out of the separated road.

He was wearing a white suit and flapped his white gloves. The blood on the ground spread out like a colony of ants as he walked in.

"Son of Cain, you are still so calm in the face of all this. Should it be said that you are brave enough, or that you are ready to go with me to meet the blood father?"

The pale man in a white suit pressed down the top hat on his head, grinning his fangs on the lower half of his face covered in darkness.

"You are the one who made these creatures." Turing looked directly at each other.

"Sorry, I haven't been able to introduce myself yet. I, Cod Collison Fraser, the Border Lord from the Great Coast. The hunters know me as the torturer, but I prefer my title... Lord Shepherd .”

Mu Jue raised his cheeks, his eyes in the darkness emitted a distinctive silver light, but the bloodthirsty throbbing in the depths of the light was no different from other bloodthirsty people.

baron?No, this level...at least a viscount, or even an earl...

"Sally Fraser sent you alone?"

Mu Jue couldn't help laughing: "No, no, no...you underestimate the importance of yourself, besides me, there are..."

He suddenly stopped, and his expression changed: "Pale servants are all around you, and my true self is right in front of you... Are you still talking about me?"

"There's no conflict between the two."

Mu Jue was stunned for a moment, and smiled again: "That's right... there is no conflict. The blood father's condition is still there, as long as you go back to meet me obediently, countless wealth is still waiting for you at the top of London City .”

"What are you going to do with the witchers here?" Turing changed the subject.

"Everything is arranged by the blood father, they have their own surprises waiting..."

"That is to say, everyone except you has to solve the problem of Father Harvest, so here... only you."

The looming bright red flickered in Turing's eyes, which was the data flow of the sub-brain compiler.

"Hahaha..." Jue Mu laughed loudly, "Interesting... Really interesting. What do you mean, I'm not enough for you, a rune silver parasite?"

Turing was silent, but the scarlet runes had already started to burn, and the pale lambs grinned their teeth and began to approach him with threatening growls.

"I know what you rely on. Those stinky beasts have been wandering around here for a long time... Is it true that we haven't noticed them? It's just that I didn't expect that, as a demon hunter, you would actually have sex with a werewolf." Friends, I wonder if your companions will be very sad when they find out?"

Turing paused slightly: "Has it really been discovered..."

"That's enough, son of Cain, you should feel honored to face the full courtesy of a viscount, obediently follow me!"

The priest gritted his fangs completely, and the pale lamb screamed like a tide, and rushed towards Turing. The bloody and wet steam rushed in, and he just looked at the priest indifferently——

boom! ! ! !

The ceiling burst suddenly, and the violent high-temperature air carried the heavy body and smashed into the underground space. The fiery claw marks evaporated blood, tore apart countless pale bodies, and slapped Mu Jue head-on!
"Wolfman?!"

Mu Jue's complexion changed suddenly, silver water marks slid under his feet, and his body quickly retreated.Countless pale lambs rushed up one after another, but one after another, burly werewolves in heavy armor broke through the ceiling and smashed into it one by one, and the fiery technological claws shredded each body——

"This is... a werewolf?!"

The fiery claws, the dripping armor, the burst gun that spews out flames from the shoulder...

Ancient technology?What the hell is this? !
The werewolf opened its mouth wide, and the directional roar blasted the large pale body into skeletons.

The rough but energy-filled heavy machine gun spit out flames, tearing apart the bodies like rags.

The laser-like hot claws distorted the air, and the burnt-smelling claw marks spanned half of the corridor, and the embers were not extinguished.

The scorching wind blew Turing's hair. Under Mu Jue's stricken eyes, the burning scarlet rune turned the blood on the ground into dense tentacles and rushed towards him:

"The exquisite Banga technology improved by World Tree Industry, you are the first person in the world to witness them, you should feel honored, Mr. Viscount."

"Cornell, get him. I'm going to live."

(End of this chapter)