Hunter: Tonight, Germain joins the hunt

"Mo Laowu and Guanxi have encountered the enemy." Michai Strom said to the people around him while holding the ball, "He suggested that we change our current route."

The tall and strong Yin Tai lowered his head, his thick lips opening and closing: "Aren't we going to support them? Are the two of them okay?"

"They said they can deal with the enemy." Michai Strom simply repeated the conversation with Mo Laowu, "but it will probably take a lot of time and energy."

Boom boom--

There were bursts of loud noises in front of them, like rolling thunder, and the ground was shaking slightly.

Michai Strom subconsciously pressed the brim of Cow Spot's hat: "Their battle has begun."

President Netero twisted his neck, making a crackling sound, and then looked in another direction: "Since they said so, let's listen to their advice."

Everyone was stunned, and then they understood President Netero's determination. They were not hesitant and difficult to make decisions, and they all nodded in agreement.

As a hunter, it is impossible to stop because of a choice. Even if you make a wrong decision, it is much better than not making a decision and making things worse.

Mi Cai Ishidom nodded, picked up the ball again, and talked to Mo Laowu: "Okay, we understand, I wish you all the best."

After a long time, Mo Laowu's voice came from the ball: "I also wish you all the best, I have to end the communication... squeak squeak..."

The communication between them was obviously interfered by some kind of power. Everyone frowned uneasily, but none of them overturned the previous conclusion.

At this time, just believe in Mo Laowu's judgment and his and Guanxi's strength.

The group changed the route and went around for most of the circle. While listening to the noise in the distance, they still couldn't help but worry in their hearts.

They were worried that the continuous noise meant that Mo Laowu and Guanxi were in a bitter battle, and they were also worried that the noise would stop, which meant that the victory or defeat had been decided and one side would be injured or killed.

Although Mo Laowu said that they were sure, it did not mean that they could easily win. Perhaps the battle was 60-40.

However, as they got closer and closer to the gloomy castle, the random thoughts in everyone's mind faded away. They were chilled and had to focus on their own safety.

The enemy they were about to face would probably be more terrifying than what Mo Laowu and his team had encountered.

Soon, dark clouds pressed down on the city, and the walls of twisted and entangled stone pillars spread out in front of them, with only a wide staircase leading directly to the upper level.

However, no matter how you look at it, the gap between the walls looks like the bloody mouth of a giant beast, and the stairs going up are the throat and esophagus of the giant beast.

They had to take the initiative to deliver themselves to the door.

"I'll go in front." German took the initiative to say, without waiting for everyone to react, he had already walked to the front of the queue and was the first to step on the stone steps.

The next moment, he gained fragmentary knowledge.

"The city of resentment created by sacrificing lives, the ritual that continues to allow the demigod to return, has been half successful. Now it's time to find the original power..."

Everyone had no objection to German taking the lead. The group followed closely behind the black-robed figure, climbing the long stone steps and walking to the end.

However, after walking a few steps up, everyone couldn't help but look to both sides, and then saw a horrifying scene.

Both sides of the stone steps were sunken and hollowed-out holes, and in the holes, there were many naked, bloody bodies.

From a high place, everyone could hardly tell whether they were alive or dead.

They could only see them biting each other's throats with their mutated fangs, drinking blood, and tearing open each other's stomachs with their mutated claws to eat their internal organs.

The entire cave and stone walls were scarlet, and they kept hearing shrill screams in their ears.

Wisps of black smoke emerged from the sticky and smelly cave.

They floated into the air like ominous ribbons, condensed into dark clouds, and turned into sinful raindrops, falling at the end of the stone steps.

German only took a look, and his eyes returned to the stairs. He kept looking at the end of the stairs and guarded against possible attacks.

"Thousands of people are killing each other here." Bisgi felt nauseous and frowned, "Is this also part of the 'Egg in the Pot Ritual'?"

Mi Cai Istrum pursed his lips: "I think that since the crash of BW1, all the creatures on this isolated island have become part of the 'Egg in the Pot Ritual'."

"Whether you like it or not, a full 200,000 creatures, plus the 'indigenous people' on this island, can't break free from this 'octagonal cage'."

He glanced at President Netero, who didn't make any comments, and German, who was walking in front:

"If you want to end all this, you must uproot the flowers of sin. President Netero and German probably think so."

Bisgi nodded sullenly.

She had to admit that she couldn't be as steadfast in her path and goals as Germain and President Netero.

Even Jin and Xiaodi, even Micai Istrom, Botobai and other twelve members, would have their minds wavered.

Germain and President Netero would not be confused by the appearance of various situations, and would continue to move forward. They would always hold on to the most important goal.

Micai Istrom was right. If we really want to end the suffering of these people in the cave, we must cut the grass and eradicate it, otherwise everything will be in vain.

The group could only ignore their plight and their cries, and silently walked up the stone steps.

Finally, they saw the end of the stone steps.

"Here it comes." German, who was walking in the front, suddenly stopped, "Something is coming."

The people who were reminded raised their already alert posture to the full level of combat readiness, adjusted their breathing, and paid close attention to the movements around them.

At the end of the stone steps, a soft figure sat on a dark thorn stone seat.

Her skin was pierced by the sharp protrusions of the stone seat, and the blood spread like her skirt, while she herself drooped her head and held the poison pot in both hands.

The small, golden fairy girl flapped her transparent wings, flew out of the poison pot, flew to the woman's shoulder, and sat down.

She held her cheek, looked at everyone with interest, and her small legs dangled.

The stone seat was surrounded by turbid black fog, which twisted and changed into human faces, and seemed to be constantly rushing forward as if trying to break through the shackles, but was pulled back by the black fog.

However, soon four thicker black fogs separated from it. They circled in the air for a circle and then flew towards the crowd with a roar.

Puff puff puff --

They landed at the four corners of the wide stone steps, just surrounding everyone in the center. Then, one huge monster after another walked out of the black fog.