Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

The Lord of Crows' flesh was extremely hot, and Germain could feel the flow of breath and the crowding of his organs.

Germain rubbed his fingers without hesitation, and the bronze flamethrower materialized in the Lord of Crows' abdominal cavity, pressing against the throbbing internal organs.

In the flash of lightning, the Lord of the Crows seemed to know its fate and pecked at Germain again regardless of the cost. The bird's beak was like a sharp knife hanging high.

Germain pulled the trigger.

Huh - the horrifying high temperature came from the inside out, burning all the blood and flesh that could be ignited. It sprayed out from the open beak of the Lord of Crows, and the smell of burning smell filled the air instantly.

At this moment, Germain let go of his hands and kicked the Lord of Crows' wings, using the force to make himself fall to the ground.

The Lord of Crows did not pursue it, it was burning, but the little crows were still struggling.

With the crows in hot pursuit, he landed with his hands on his face.

Cushioned by the tree-high reed forest, he rolled and fell into the mud, sinking almost both of his thighs.

Germain had no choice but to lie on the mud as much as possible to slow down the sinking.

Fortunately, the annoying little crow didn't peck at him again.

The huge fireball transformed by the Lord of Crows also fell down, and with a bang, it fell in front of Germain and the reed forest.

For a moment, mud splashed everywhere, and the reed forest was ignited by flames. A fire spread instantly, and thick smoke billowed up.

The crows were circling in mid-air, making cries that were either mournful or cursing. They did not fall down, but flew towards their nests deep in the reed forest.

Germain stretched out his arm and grabbed the wings of the Lord of Crows who had stopped moving. He used this to pull his legs out of the mud, and then crawled out of the mud.

Covered in mud and scars, he stood aside and quietly watched the Lord of Crows burning there.

Almost all of its eyeballs are closed, but if you look closely, you can see that the single eye on the head is still wide open, and it is scarlet like a "fiery eye."

Germain looked at his left arm again. The three eyeballs had completely disappeared, leaving only three cracks and black pus leaking out.

Fortunately, I won... However, with the way I am now, it is probably impossible for me to continue exploring.

The danger of the Dark Continent, apart from the terrifying unknown creatures, is its vastness. Once it goes deep, the supply lines will be stretched infinitely.

No one can predict what will happen on this route. Whether the forefront adventure team can return and whether the logistics force can keep up are all unknown.

If Germain didn't have the "third lantern", he would have no choice but to drag his scarred body back along the original route.

A disabled body is bound to attract covetous attention. It’s no wonder that previous human expeditions have been destroyed here countless times.

So Germain was lucky.

After confirming that he had obtained a new "Gift of Resentment", he took action himself and dug out the Lord of Crows' one eye from its socket.

Holding the eyeball in his hand, Germain could feel the residual curse and resentment in it.

It's okay to hold it for a short time, but if it is held for longer than a certain limit, it will disturb the holder's mind and radiate this curse to a certain range around it.

Germain didn't know whether the limit of holding time was three days, three weeks, or three months, but this eyeball did have genuine curse capabilities.

It is estimated that only the mind-killing master and Germain's "Hunter's Badge" can completely cleanse the resentment from the eyeballs.

However, Germain did not absorb this resentment. He put "The One Eye of the Lord of Crows" in his backpack to see if there was any chance of selling it.

Putting on his backpack again, Germain planted the "Third Lantern" next to the muddy land.

The light and the little ghost arrived as promised.

He took one last look at the reed forest, and then, guided by the imp, he was teleported back to the human world in the blink of an eye through the light of the lantern.

January 14th, two o'clock in the morning.

Everything was silent.

In Germain's room at the Opera Hotel, the light of the lantern flickered on and then went out.

Before he could confirm his current state, he staggered out of his room, went to the next door, and knocked on the door.

After knocking for a while, there was no response. Just when Germain was wondering if Madge was too asleep, the lights in the room turned on and the sound of footsteps was heard.

The door was opened with a creak.

Madge stood by the door. She was not used to wearing pajamas, so she was still wearing her daytime clothes, except that her ponytail was spread out and draped messily on her shoulders, and her eyes were evil.

Although Madge sleeps very lightly and is always vigilant, she still gets angry when someone wakes her up in the middle of the night.

"I really didn't expect you to come at this time..."

Before Madge finished her prepared sarcasm, she saw Germain covered in wounds, blood dripping on the floor like rain, and his robes were stained with caked mud.

Was this a fight with the enemy in the mud?

She swallowed the rest of her words, frowned, moved away, and said, "You come in first and lie down on the sofa."

Madge is very responsible for her work.

Germain followed the instructions and walked into Madge's room.

The layout here was similar to Germain's room. He walked straight across the hall and lay down on the long sofa.

Madge took out the small cloth bag she carried with her and squatted next to Germain.

"Next, I will first help you clean the wound, stop the bleeding, and then perform "Thread Suturing". You must cooperate with me during the whole process and maintain a "absolute" attitude. "

Maintaining "Absolute" means that you cannot use "Nian" to defend yourself. This is when those with Nian abilities are most vulnerable.

Germain agreed directly without hesitation, followed Madge's order, took off the wet and sticky hunter's robe on his upper body, and threw it aside.

He didn't trust Madge, but trusted his own judgment.

"These wounds, as well as the amount of blood loss..." Madge glanced at Germain's upper body, and then said coldly while cleaning the wounds, "You are lucky to be able to make it to my door."

In fact, it was not entirely luck. Germain's "Physique" was 20 points. Although it was not as good as his fellow Phantom Troupe member's wealth, it was enough to save his life.

Germain, who was lying on the sofa, was still a little dizzy on the way over, but now he is much more awake, with his dark eyes open, staring at the ceiling.

"I'm starting."

Madge took out the needle, drilled the needle through the hole, and swung it flexibly.

The next moment, her hands turned into confusing afterimages, and her fingers, needles, and threads gradually became blurry.

"The right shoulder is stitched up."

"The left arm is stitched up."

"The small wound on the front has been sutured, please turn over."

"All the small wounds on the back have been sutured."

Madge has dealt with many similar injuries and has rich experience.

This time, the wound was debrided and sutured quickly and well. Her "thought thread suture" that can sew the nerves will also help the wound heal in the future.

In less than ten minutes, Madge completed her artistic operation, which would put most surgeons and emergency doctors to shame.