Oring Hunter

They are small in size, vague in outline, and pale in color, as if they came from the larvae of babies, and they look like a pile of white beans in the palm of an adult.

Jetiskoki vaguely remembered that these gadgets were also some kind of medium used to summon reinforcements from the abyss, but he instinctively forgot a series of more specific information such as their principle of use, background, and summoning objects.

The dean himself is very interested in these baby organs.

For the past three days, he has not left the throne from beginning to end, but has been silently observing these pale little things floating in his palm, as if he was fascinated by them, even today he is still immersed in them.

So Jetiskoji poured another sip of red wine into his mouth, and then couldn't help but said to his collaborators on the throne:

"Mr. Dean, you stared at them for three days and three nights, are these little things so attractive?"

The dean glanced at him slightly sideways, but the answer he gave was extremely brief.

"Yes."

Jetiskogie raised an eyebrow, then confessed his doubts.

"Actually... I can't remember the 'most part' of the communication with the abyss now, probably because the body's self-protection mechanism has worked, so, Mr. Dean, would you mind clarifying for me? Is it?"

The dean nodded calmly in agreement.

"Okay, just ask."

Jetiskoji chuckled twice, and then asked with a serious expression:

"The first thing I want to know is, what kind of environment is that dark world?"

"Why haven't we encountered other creatures from the abyss other than that phantom similar to Harvey Jordan?"

"Is it really the territory of the abyss? As the creatures with the most reproductive and regenerative powers, why isn't the old nest filled with their own kind like the social insects?"

Chapter 0696 Questions and Rhetorical Questions

The dean replied to Jetiskoki in a leisurely manner:

"Regarding the structure of the lightless world, the other party didn't specifically explain it to me, so I, like you, still don't know why it looks like that."

"However, as for the kind and lair you mentioned, naturally there will be no such thing, because those are just misunderstandings that all of us have had in the past."

"The abyss... from the beginning to the end is not a race or a group, but only refers to the existence of Harvey Jordan itself, and the world we see may only be a part of Harvey Jordan."

After Jetiskoji heard this, his entire face froze on the spot.

The dean's words sounded very abstract, but they inspired some kind of inspiration for the butcher hunter.

Then, after a moment of silence, Jetiskoji asked again:

"Then what are the abyssal species we have seen in the past? Abyssal seekers, abyssal titans, abyssal brood... Aren't they native creatures that emerged from the abyss territory all the way?"

The dean shook his head slightly, and responded calmly:

"No, they are just a group of physiological products metabolized by Harvey Jordan's body, just like normal humans shed a certain amount of dander and hair every day."

"Because the existence of Harvey Jordan is too powerful, these metabolites of him also share a certain amount of divine power and thinking, so they will grow into the abyssal species you exemplified later."

"In other words, for thousands of years, the ones who have been fighting against the Church of the Holy Light and the Olympian Hunting Group... are just a group of abandoned organizations in Harvey Jordan."

After hearing this, Jetiskoji let out a sigh of relief.

"call."

He didn't seem too surprised by this, after all, the brain had received similar concepts before, and now it was just recalling them again.

"So……"

The butcher-hunter picked up the wine glass, poured a few sips of red wine into his mouth, and then continued to ask the dean:

"Are these baby organs given to us by this terrifying lord god also part of the metabolites in his body?"

The dean shook his head again.

"No, these are Harvey Jordan's body organs."

Jetiskoji's eyes were secretly startled.

"what?"

"What do you mean... Harvey Jordan's body originally grew these things?"

"But they look too small, don't they? It doesn't match the huge phantom we saw at the beginning."

The dean replied calmly:

"The phantom may be an illusion."

"And Harvey Jordan's body may be a baby."

"And now He's giving us his organs."

Hearing this, the face of the butcher hunter froze, and the wine in the glass rippled a few times because of the shaking fingers in surprise.

"Mr. Dean..."

Jetiskoji's eyes were full of disbelief.

"These are also Harvey Jordan personally told you?"

The dean smiled softly.

"Hehe, no, these are just my personal conjectures."

Jetiskoki seemed to hear something hidden in it, but felt that it was meaningless to go deeper, so he held the transparent wine glass in mid-empty, shook it back and forth with his thoughts, and then drank the red wine in it in one gulp.

"Okay...if it is assumed that these are really a part of the flesh and blood of that evil god, then what can each of them summon?"

Looking at the pale baby's organs on the palm, the dean continued to explain in a flat tone:

"Nine 'Apostles' carefully conceived by Harvey Jordan using his own organs."

"They each inherited a part of their divine power from the main body. They have different characteristics and abilities, but they are all powerful."

"In front of these 'apostles', the original three types of abyssal species are just a pile of trash and cannon fodder."

Jetiskoki's eyes suddenly brightened slightly.

"How does it compare with the Hunting Group's "Extreme Hunting" and the Church's "Yuanqi"?"

The dean replied without hesitation:

"The level of realm is similar, and it is not surprising who wins and who loses."

Hearing this, the butcher hunter suddenly regained his spirits.

"Hey, this is really a luxurious gift... It just makes our frontal combat power stronger."

The dean didn't reply, his eyes were still fixed on the nine baby organs, shining with strong interest.

"Well, Mr. Dean, I have a few more questions to ask."

Jetiskoji poured another round of red wine into the glass.

"Harvey Jordan...has he told you...why am I trapped in that lightless world, so I can't go through the Olympian Labyrinth to personally erode the Pure Land of Holy Light?"

"According to what you just said, for thousands of years, the abyss has only been sending its own abandoned organizations and more fragmented infections to continue to carry out all kinds of insignificant fights with the hunting group and the church... ..."

"Since he is so powerful, who has the ability to restrict his steps and keep his body out of the maze?"

The dean held the mask in one hand, turned his head sideways and responded:

"He didn't talk to me about it, but I personally think it has something to do with the Light."

"Maybe Angrino Ender and Harvey Jordan fought a long, long time ago."

"And the ever-changing strange area of ​​the Olympian Labyrinth...may be the product of their struggle."

Jetiskoji was shocked when he heard it. Although all this was still just the dean's personal conjecture, he felt that it was really possible that this was the case.

"Okay, one last question."

The butcher hunter put the empty wine glass on the table, and continued to ask the figure on the throne:

"We have now established a guiding route for Harvey Jordan that can pass through the maze, so how long will it take for him to come to the Holy Light Pure Land in person?"

The dean answered in a nonchalant tone:

"This can't be determined, maybe a week, maybe a year, maybe a century, I'm afraid Harvey Jordan himself can't tell."

Jetiskoji nodded slowly, took out a new wine bottle from the hunter's black ring, and then responded leisurely to the dean:

"Understood, so it seems that our vacation will continue."

However, the next thing the butcher hunter heard was a rhetorical question from the dean with a smile on his face.

"Isn't it, Jetiskokie?"

The word blurted out by the person on the throne was extremely calm but full of power, and it spread throughout the entire hall in an instant, stimulating the brains of the butcher hunters.

"Next, isn't it your turn to take action?"

Chapter 0697 Self-righteous

When the dean raised this question in a calm tone, the originally peaceful atmosphere in the hall suddenly ushered in a change.

Jetiskoki's heart thumped, and his pupils dilated suddenly at this moment.

However, he still calmly opened the cap of the wine bottle with his fingers, and while pouring wine into his glass, he said slowly:

"My actions? Mr. Dean, what are you referring to? Haven't my work and yours been completed?"

The dean responded calmly:

"Jetiskoji, don't pretend to be stupid, I've figured out what's hidden in your heart a long time ago."

As the voice of the person on the throne fell, Jetiskoki's eyes instantly became angular and crystal clear.

"Conductive Prism"!

The butcher hunter's mind moved, and he immediately summoned a space rift in his back.

All you need is to lean back hard, and then Jetiskoki can leave the palace directly with the chair.

However, the Butcher Hunter was unable to do so next.

Because the moment the space rift appeared, the world in front of his eyes was covered and filled by another sudden new scene.

It is no longer a cold palace built by Huibone people, but a desolate land lined with countless tombstones.

Jetiskoji stared at this strange scene in shock, and then realized that his brain seemed to be gently held by someone's palm at this moment.

As long as he has any intention and action of resistance in the future, his life will be crushed together with his brain.

And the owner of this palm is the director of the Joy Theater.

Jetiskoki stopped breathing, sweating profusely, and immediately gave up all plans to escape, making the gap in the space behind him disappear just like that.

After he showed such an attitude, the tombstone and the ground in front of him immediately dissipated with the palm of his hand, and then changed back to the original scene of the palace.

"Hu, hu, hu!"

Realizing that he was only an inch away from death just now, the butcher-hunter breathed heavily with horrified eyes.

At the same time, his brain that survived the disaster began to think quickly.

The desolate scene full of tombstones just now...is the "spiritual world" cast by the dean! ?

No... not right.

It seems that its level is far above it! ?

And when Jetiskoki gave up his escape, the dean leaning on the throne spoke calmly:

"Don't be nervous, Jetiskogie, I have no idea about you."

Jetiskoji was taken aback, and cast an unbelievable look at the other party.

"You... already know my position, but you still don't intend to kill me?"

The dean smiled slowly on his face hidden under the mask.

"No, it is precisely because I know your position that I will keep your life like in the past."