Oring Hunter

Chapter 1239 Reunion of old friends

Snow falls.

The cliff stands tall.

The church was silent.

In the cold and quiet prayer hall, a dark figure was sitting quietly on the bench at this moment.

He has deep eyes, calm facial features, and a vicissitudes of life. He is wearing a hunter trench coat of the original style, and he is staring at the stone statue of a woman in front of him without a word. Waiting for the arrival of some distant guest...

Then, not long after, the old wooden door of the prayer hall was suddenly pushed open.

crunch...

With the opening of the door, an illusory figure bathed in drifting snowflakes officially appeared outside the door of the prayer hall.

The person who appeared was young, handsome, strong, and tall, with silver light shining all over his body, exuding infinite brilliance and endless coercion like a god.

However, at the same time, he also has disheveled hair, a haggard look, and bruises all over his body, as if he just forcibly fought a bloody path from an extreme purgatory, and finally managed to reach this isolated old church with difficulty... …

And this is Kuize, the soul hunter!

Just finished the most arduous, largest, and most vast battle of hunting gods in his life, so his physical and mental state has become dilapidated, exhausted soul hunter Kuize!

The second seat of the extreme hunter in the past, the future leader of the hunting group, Kuize, the soul hunter!

"call……"

"call……"

"call……"

Kuize, who was in his prime, stretched out his tired arms, slowly pushed open the old wooden door, and then opened his weak eyes wide, looking through everything in the prayer hall.

Immediately afterwards, his exhausted gaze fell on the black figure sitting quietly on the bench.

Kuize leaned against the wooden door, stared at the back, stood there, gasped for a few seconds, then picked up the broken sword, took slow steps again, and staggered towards the opponent...

Da da da.

In this way, after a hard and difficult journey, Kuize finally came before the owner of the church.

"Kui Ze, long time no see."

The person sitting and standing raised his vicissitudes of face and showed a friendly smile towards Kuize beside him.

"You look much younger than I imagined."

Kuize looked down at the man in front of him, and then replied blankly:

"How dare you say it..."

As soon as the words fell, the broken sword stabbed out suddenly, just like that, it slashed towards the cheek of the sitting person!

stop!

However, in the face of Kuize's sudden behavior, the sitting person did not respond at all, allowing the broken blade to pass through his skin as if attacking a ghost, leaving a meaningless sound of piercing through the air.

"Your "natal relic" can only allow you to unilaterally interfere with your "spell target" in the past world."

The person sitting and standing spoke calmly.

"And I'm just an outsider, not within your ability, you should be very clear about this."

Kuize dropped the broken sword that was swung to the ground casually, and then responded in a flat voice with complicated eyes:

"Well, of course I know that."

"Just take it as my customary greeting."

"After more than 3000 years, we finally meet again...Selforth."

However, in this regard, the sitting person shook his head and denied:

"I've long since ceased to be Silfort."

"If you can……"

"I wish you could call me by another name."

Hearing this, Kuize's eyes sank, and then he sighed with a contemptuous tone:

"Hehe...that's exactly what I said."

"After all, the number one hunter who was worshiped by everyone back then died when he betrayed everything around him."

"Instead, there is only one lunatic left."

"A lunatic who can give up all the overall situation for his own selfish desires."

"It seems that you still prefer this identity..."

"Yellen."

Faced with Quize's taunt, Yellen was indifferent, and his eyes returned to the broken stone statue in front of him again.Snow falls.

The cliff stands tall.

The church was silent.

In the cold and quiet prayer hall, a dark figure was sitting quietly on the bench at this moment.

He has deep eyes, calm facial features, and a vicissitudes of life. He is wearing a hunter trench coat of the original style, and he is staring at the stone statue of a woman in front of him without a word. Waiting for the arrival of some distant guest...

Then, not long after, the old wooden door of the prayer hall was suddenly pushed open.

crunch...

With the opening of the door, an illusory figure bathed in drifting snowflakes officially appeared outside the door of the prayer hall.

The person who appeared was young, handsome, strong, and tall, with silver light shining all over his body, exuding infinite brilliance and endless coercion like a god.

However, at the same time, he also has disheveled hair, a haggard look, and bruises all over his body, as if he just forcibly fought a bloody path from an extreme purgatory, and finally managed to reach this isolated old church with difficulty... …

And this is Kuize, the soul hunter!

Just finished the most arduous, largest, and most vast battle of hunting gods in his life, so his physical and mental state has become dilapidated, exhausted soul hunter Kuize!

The second seat of the extreme hunter in the past, the future leader of the hunting group, Kuize, the soul hunter!

"call……"

"call……"

"call……"

Kuize, who was in his prime, stretched out his tired arms, slowly pushed open the old wooden door, and then opened his weak eyes wide, looking through everything in the prayer hall.

Immediately afterwards, his exhausted gaze fell on the black figure sitting quietly on the bench.

Kuize leaned against the wooden door, stared at the back, stood there, gasped for a few seconds, then picked up the broken sword, took slow steps again, and staggered towards the opponent...

Da da da.

In this way, after a hard and difficult journey, Kuize finally came before the owner of the church.

"Kui Ze, long time no see."

The person sitting and standing raised his vicissitudes of face and showed a friendly smile towards Kuize beside him.

"You look much younger than I imagined."

Kuize looked down at the man in front of him, and then replied blankly:

"How dare you say it..."

As soon as the words fell, the broken sword stabbed out suddenly, just like that, it slashed towards the cheek of the sitting person!

stop!

However, in the face of Kuize's sudden behavior, the sitting person did not respond at all, allowing the broken blade to pass through his skin as if attacking a ghost, leaving a meaningless sound of piercing through the air.

"Your "natal relic" can only allow you to unilaterally interfere with your "spell target" in the past world."

The person sitting and standing spoke calmly.

"And I'm just an outsider, not within your ability, you should be very clear about this."

Kuize dropped the broken sword that was swung to the ground casually, and then responded in a flat voice with complicated eyes:

"Well, of course I know that."

"Just take it as my customary greeting."

"After more than 3000 years, we finally meet again...Selforth."

However, in this regard, the sitting person shook his head and denied:

"I've long since ceased to be Silfort."

"If you can……"

"I wish you could call me by another name."

Hearing this, Kuize's eyes sank, and then he sighed with a contemptuous tone:

"Hehe...that's exactly what I said."

"After all, the number one hunter who was worshiped by everyone back then died when he betrayed everything around him."

"Instead, there is only one lunatic left."

"A lunatic who can give up all the overall situation for his own selfish desires."

"It seems that you still prefer this identity..."

"Yellen."

Faced with Quize's taunt, Yellen was indifferent, and his eyes returned to the broken stone statue in front of him again.

Chapter 1240 Hatred and Miscalculation

Looking down at the baby lying in Yellen's arms, the emotional colors in Kuize's eyes suddenly became mixed.

Back then, he used to be an ugly and deformed deformed child who could be known to be dying soon at a glance...

However, now, the baby in front of Kuize's eyes has completely changed its appearance.

clear skin...

fluffy curls...

healthy limbs...

Beautiful facial features...

Under Yellen's arms, Yechen's life has now ushered in a complete rebirth, turning into a complete new life.

Of course, by now, Kuize already knew what happened.

"..."

Kuize looked at Yechen who was sleeping silently, and then asked Yellen a question in a low voice.

"This...is what Harvey Jordan used to be, right?"

Yellen nodded slightly.

"Yes."

"I've worked so hard..."

"It's what I wished to turn it into Ye Chen's thing."

After listening to Kuize, he was silent for a while, and then spoke slowly:

""Spirit world"……"

"'Natural Relic'..."

"The two 'divine objects'..."

"It was precisely because I squeezed out all the available power and took advantage of all the right time, place and people that I was able to finally defeat the evil god clone who occupied Harvey Jordan's "predecessor" ..."