Oring Hunter

"Just because I understand that the madness in your bones is real."

"After all, you and them are not on the same side. You are more like the group of clowns under me. They are always just a perverted slicker."

The corners of Jetiskoki's eyes twitched for a while, but he quickly shook his arm as if admitting it, and didn't intend to continue beating around the bush with the dean.

"I really didn't expect you to know me so well, so when did you start to notice the clue, my tolerant Mr. Dean?"

"From the moment you first appeared in front of me and proposed to me the idea of ​​cooperation, it has been about five years now."

"So early? How did you find out? Don't tell me it's based on vision and guesswork again."

"In the beginning, it was indeed these two things, but later I was able to be sure, especially the previous incident of the moon wolf running away and disappearing within the clown team. I know that its body finally fell into the hands of the hunting group, and this result is not the same as yours. It has a lot to do with it, doesn't it?"

"..."

"It's like a three-year-old kid trying to lie in front of adults, Jettiskie, you're that self-righteous, smart kid."

"..."

Jetiskoji rubbed his forehead with a tired face.

It wasn't until this moment officially arrived that the butcher hunter realized that the horror of the person sitting on the throne in front of him was once again beyond his imagination, and it seemed that it was impossible to hide anything from him.

Jetiskoji remained silent, while the dean continued to speak:

"Before I set off for the abyss of purgatory, I could already feel the spying of Angrinoander in the dark."

"His eyes shuttled all the way between the mazes, and finally arrived at the hidden area of ​​Yintu, and successfully locked our position."

"Then, the holy light will come to this land soon, am I right? Jetiskoki?"

The Butcher Hunter threw out a rhetorical question with puzzled eyes:

"You obviously knew all this in advance, why didn't you take your subordinates and leave early these few days, but chose to continue arguing with me here?"

The dean replied in a serious tone:

"Because I don't intend to leave at all. This is a trial for me, and I will naturally not escape it."

Butcher Hunter's expression became even more confused. The dean's back and forth remarks really confused him completely.

"..."

The dean continued calmly:

"Jetiskoji, it's mainly because you have a lot in common with me, so I want to chat with you for a while at this juncture. But before that, please contact Ding Moluo for me. After all, There is not much time left, so I need to arrange future matters for these subordinates."

Jetiskoji nodded slightly, his eyes flickered with divine power, and immediately a crack appeared in the space in front of him.

The interior of the crack was aimed at a dark room, in which was a tall figure in an apron.

He has a pale complexion, a long nose, and facial features like a devil in a fairy tale. He holds a paint brush in his hand. In front of him is a miniature house made of waxed corpses.

This is the number one veteran among the crazy clowns - Ding Moluo the building block clown.

At this moment, the man is painting and coloring his beloved artwork.

However, he immediately sensed the spatial rift that appeared from behind him, so his painted face quickly turned around, and then he saw the dean and the butcher in the space on the opposite side of the rift.

There was a look of surprise on Ding Moluo's face, and the dean gave his order unhurriedly.

"Ding Moluo, help me gather all the theater members and arrange for them to quickly prepare and stand by around the castle, and then bring Fent and Saiyin Saiai to my place to gather. I have something important to tell you."

Chapter 0698 Relic Hunter Mi Kun

After the dean gave his instructions, the butcher-hunter closed the space rift with a blink of an eye, then turned his head to look at the dean himself on the throne, and spoke again:

"Mr. Dean, you just said that you want to chat with me for a while, right? So what exactly do you want to talk about?"

"The topic is up to you to decide. After all, this may be our last conversation, so you can speak freely."

While the dean replied to Jetiskoki, he took back the baby's organs bestowed by the abyss.

"it is good."

Jetiskoji responded emotionally, and then he didn't beat around the bush with the dean, and directly asked the biggest question in his heart.

"I have called you the word 'Dean' for so many years, and now what I want to know most is your real name and your past identity...Can you satisfy my curiosity?"

"of course can."

The dean folded his palms naturally, and formally introduced himself to the butcher hunter.

"I was originally the third seat of the first generation of "Extreme Hunting" of the Olympian Hunting Group, the relic hunter Mikun."

After hearing this, Jetiskoji frowned in surprise.

"First Generation?"

"Could it be when the hunting group was just established?"

"You came from the Holy Light Pure Land 3000 years ago!?"

Mi Kun nodded lightly without concealment.

"Yes, at that time, your former Captain Kuize and I were colleagues at the next level."

Hearing this, Jetiskoji's eyes couldn't help flickering immediately.

Although he had long expected that the dean in front of him had far more experience than himself, but he couldn't imagine that the other party's background could be traced back to such a long time!Even if the "divine object" can extend the lifespan of the holder, and Mikun can live all the way to the present, it can be called a terrifying old monster...

After a moment of silence, Jetiskoji continued to ask:

"Your code name is 'Relic Hunter'? Could it be that your natal arcana characteristics are related to the labyrinth relic?"

Mikun nodded in acknowledgment.

"Yes, the essence of my ability is to strengthen the effect of the maze relic in my hand."

"For example, if the low-level labyrinth relics are compared to matches for lighting, then through my hands, they can be directly upgraded and transformed into volcanoes capable of erupting magma."

"Of course, the improvement of the effect is not necessarily reflected in the lethality. Different relics have different growth paths. In summary, it can be said that it is an arcane magic with a very complicated mechanism."

Jetiskoji said with a surprised expression:

"The ability to upgrade relics... sounds very interesting... but there should be an upper limit for them, right?"

Mikun continued to nod.

"Yes."

"Relics of any quality can evolve into sixth-order relics in my hands, but at most they can only become sixth-order relics."

Jetiskoji murmured in a low voice with a shocking expression:

"I've never seen a relic of the sixth-order labyrinth. The use of the word 'only' is really extravagant..."

Mikun responded unsurprisingly:

"Of course, because the sixth-order relic is equal to the 'natal relic', which is the product born after the nightmare sensor's natal arcana evolved to the ultimate form. Everyone can only produce and use it for themselves. If they die, their natal The relics will also be damaged, and you will naturally not be able to encounter them outside."

Jetiskoji's face was full of surprise and astonishment.

"Is there such a thing? Mr. Mikun, where did you get all this knowledge and information?"

Mi Kun leisurely smiled and said:

"When you reach the sixth level of dreams, your brain will naturally receive a lot of new information and facts, just like when we visited the abyss and purgatory."

Jetiskoki narrowed his eyes slightly, his eyes flickering back and forth eagerly.

Mikun continued to add:

"Because of the characteristics of this arcane technique, I no longer have to focus on pursuing high-level and powerful labyrinth relics like most hunters, but can adopt a strategy of winning by quantity, sign contracts with low-level labyrinth relics extensively, and then use They come to fill my inventory."

Jetiskoji praised with admiration:

"It's an eye-opener for the Nightmare Sensor to have such a development route today...Mr. Mikun, how many maze relics have you collected in total in your current inventory?"

Mi Kun chose to be vague about this.

"That's a lot."

Seeing that the dean obviously did not intend to reveal the details of his arcane art, the butcher-hunter tactfully stopped delving into it, and switched to another topic.

"Well, there is another thing that makes me particularly curious."

"As the third seat of the first generation of "Extreme Hunting", you must have a very high status in the hunting group, right?"

"But why did he betray the hunting group and even the entire Holy Light Pure Land later, and finally become the current leader of the Joy Theater?"

After hearing this, Mi Kun's tone dropped for a few minutes.

"Because status means nothing to me."

Jetiskoji raised his eyebrows, showing an appearance of listening carefully.

"A long time ago, I experienced a miserable failure in the maze."

Mi Kun began to briefly describe his past life at a gentle speed.

"That failure had a huge impact on me, not only became a stain on my life, but also made me a useless person because of it."

"So I didn't choose to return to the Holy Light Pure Land, but wandered around in the maze. This way, I wasted hundreds of years, so the people in the hunting group probably thought I was dead."

"It wasn't until later that I met the No.40 seven 'divine objects' that I saw hope again, and my life ushered in a new beginning."

Jetiskoji sat upright and asked curiously:

"What failure? What hope?"

"A completely crushing defeat...and...a distant ideal."

Mi Kun gave such an ambiguous answer.

Jetiskoji picked up the wine glass that had just been filled, and savored a few sips of red wine with flooded eyes.

He was very interested in Mi Kun's past stories, but the other party obviously didn't intend to describe the specific process in detail.

"So, Mr. Mikun, after getting this 'Sky Train', you established the lunatic organization of Pleasure Theater, right?"

"Yes."

"I really want to know what factors have caused your change of state of mind, so that you, who used to be a hunter, now take the lead in fighting against your old club?"

Mi Kun confessed calmly:

"There has been no change. From the very beginning, my allegiance is only myself, not the hunting group, the church...or the Holy Light."

Chapter 0699 The reason for the establishment of the theater

The creator of the Theater of Pleasure continues to tell the butcher-hunters of his past.

"Actually, when I first established the Joy Theater, I didn't have any intention of attacking the hunting group."

"But even if I don't have this idea, the hunting group will come uninvited in front of me according to the guidance of the "Apocalypse". They just want to piece together the puzzle pieces of the "God" and unlock the "World-Destroying Weapon". The abyss is eradicated once and for all, other than that, they don't care about anything, and naturally they will never allow me to take the "divine object" as their own."

"Because of this, the two of us had to part ways, and then became sworn enemies, and finally developed into the situation you see today."

When Jetiskoji heard this, a bit of puzzlement immediately appeared on his face.

However, when the conversation between the two progressed here, the stone gate on the opposite side of the hall was suddenly pushed open by someone.

Then three figures of different sizes entered the field of vision of the dean and the butcher.

The leader, wearing a long clown suit with a pattern of stars and moons, is tall, with a gray face, deep-set eyes, protruding nose like a bird's beak, and a narrow and bright red mouth. There exudes an inherently evil aura inside, and it is one of the only three remaining backbones of the Joy Theater, Ding Moluo, the building block clown.

The person on the left is wearing a fluffy long skirt full of strings and a drop ball hood. His body is bloated and round, half of his face is hidden under the shadow of the hood, and the other half is smiling. The face of an old woman, with two thick arms tightly held by Sibu intertwined behind her, is another backbone of the theater, the tailor and clown Fent.

The person on the right is wearing a tattered coarse cloth robe covered with rips and a square iron helmet on his head. He is tall, thin and slender, with a single huge eye hidden inside the gap of the square iron helmet, and the lips below the eyes are on the inside of the square iron helmet. Chanting some scriptures, he is the last backbone of the theater, the branded clown Sai Yin Saiai.

According to the order given by the dean before, Ding Moluo quickly deployed the clown army in the square square of the castle, and then came here together with Fent and Sai Yin Saiai, with an excited expression. Kun asked directly:

"Dean, we're here, and you're making such a big fuss all of a sudden, is there some new fun that can make us make a fuss!"

And Mi Kun responded to the three of them in this way:

"Hehe, don't worry, Jetiskoji and I are still talking, the three of you sit in the back and listen first."

Ding Moluo, Fent, and Sai Yin Saiai looked at each other suspiciously, but they still obediently sat on the opposite side of Jetiskoji's round table, all curious about what their boss wanted to discuss in their hearts.