Myth Invasion: I Kill the Gods on Earth

Brenda waved sharply.

"boom!"

A bolt of thunder and lightning exploded, hitting the snow.

Under the dazzling electric light, the ice and snow melted, the snow exploded, and a huge pit appeared.

"You point me in the direction and I'll break through the ice and snow." Brenda stepped into the deep pit and struck out with lightning again!

"boom!"

Under the rolling thunder, the dazzling electric light melted the ice and snow all the way, moving all the way under the dozens of meters of snow!

Duke followed closely, while Father Linton was held by Brenda in one hand. While frowning and thinking, observing with the help of lightning, he pointed forward: "Go forward a hundred meters, turn left, this way. There was a mountain before, let’s go around it..."

"Well, frozen trees... yes, this place used to be a forest... we have to go forward..."

Brenda used her divine power to create a tunnel in the snow!

Go straight to Hannibal's hunter's cabin!

Amidst the thunder, Brenda looked at Father Linton who was wearing a biochemical protective suit and finally couldn't help but said: "Why are you dressed like this?"

"It's really disgusting..." Father Linton recalled his experience in the afternoon, his face turned ugly, "That scene makes me sick just thinking about it."

"Although I don't believe he is Hannibal, if it is true... I never want to have any contact with him again, even if I step on the floor he walked on and breathe the air he breathed... I am a priest. !”

"I know you will definitely let me lead the way, so before coming here I put on the protective clothing reserved by the church, which is thicker and wears three layers... This can make me feel better, at least my skin will not come into contact with what he used to do. Breathed air.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Brenda whispered amid the thunder.

"It's okay...it should be right in front!"

After Father Linton finished speaking, Brenda suddenly struck out with a bolt of thunder and lightning!

"boom!!"

The thunder and lightning spread, and in just an instant, all the ice and snow within a hundred meters radius was swept away by the thunder.

Under the dark snow, with the light of thunder emitting from Brenda's body, a wooden house sat quietly on the frozen land.

It was unexpectedly big. Logically speaking, hunter cabins are usually small and crowded. After all, they are only used as a resting place.

And this wooden house has a radius of ten

A few meters, I'm afraid it must be more than 200 square meters, which can be called a mansion.

Brenda let go of Father Linton, took out a flashlight from the space ring and handed it to him, pointing to the dark passage opened in the snow when she came in: "You should leave here first, a fight may break out soon."

"Yes." Father Linton didn't seem to want to stay any longer, so he turned around and left quickly.

Brenda's eyes radiated thunder and lightning, and her whole body suddenly glowed with lightning. The dazzling lightning turned into armor, and a huge Thor's hammer condensed in her hand.

She could detect that there were divine power fluctuations in that hut!

Hannibal, right inside!

"finally found you."

"Duke." She looked at the wooden house in front of her and said solemnly: "Come in with me and prepare to fight."

"Don't worry." Duke grinned, and the divine power of the earth surged through his body, "I doubt whether he would dare to take action against the two of us."

Crushing strength!

How could a guy who was only tenth level at most and not good at frontal combat resist a tenth-level earth god and an eleventh-level high god?

As long as you find it, you will die!

Duke was even thinking about beating this guy up. Who let him play with himself and Brenda like this!

Brenda took a deep breath, summoned her strength, slowly approached the wooden house surrounded by thunder, and opened the door.

"Squeak~"

The scene inside the wooden house came into view.

"This..." Brenda's eyes flashed with astonishment.

This is not a hunting cabin, and there are no hunting tools hanging on the walls.

In this wooden house that is more than ten meters square, there is a huge restaurant!

The decor is gorgeous and the fireplace is crackling.

A huge wooden table lay across the center, but there were only three chairs. Dinner plates and cutlery were already placed on the table, as if waiting for guests to visit. There were also flowers on the table.

On the other side of the restaurant is an open kitchen. Bottles and cans are neatly placed, and the white disks and cutlery are still neat and clean.

This is an exquisite restaurant, and there is even green in the corner, which is very precious in this winter.

Plants and blooming flowers serve as decorations, dark blue wallpaper, golden beams, and carved ceilings.

On the crystal lamp, dozens of candles were burning, and the firelight was scattered through the refraction of the crystal.

But what surprised Brenda was not this, but the figure exuding divine power...

This figure is facing the door, kneeling on his knees with his head on the ground, as if he is kneeling to worship the guest who enters.

But the sternum was completely opened and stretched bloody to both sides, like a bloody angel.

Brenda was stunned for a few seconds by the gorgeous hall and the body that suddenly appeared in front of her, kneeling before her. Then she walked up quickly and sniffed the figure's breath: "Dead?"

Duke touched the man's neck, nodded and said, "Dead..."

"He has been dead for some time, but definitely not more than two hours. His body does exude residual divine power..." Duke lifted up the strange kneeling body and looked at his face: "This Is it Hannibal?"

"It's very possible..." Brenda frowned and breathed a sigh of relief, but she still felt like something was wrong.

Hannibal is dead?

Just die?

Not even a fight?

In the previous analysis, this was a very cunning pervert who played tricks on himself, calmly and methodically.

Elegant, but with a firm will and careful thoughts.

How could he die like that?

"He probably committed suicide out of fear of guilt." Duke smiled: "He was smart. When he saw us coming, he knew he couldn't defeat us, so he simply committed suicide."

"It gives him an advantage...but to commit suicide in this way is really a pervert."

Brenda agreed in her heart. She could only understand that Hannibal found that he could not escape and committed suicide in despair. However, she still ordered: "Call Father Linton back and ask if this is Hunter!"

Duke nodded, quickly walked out of the restaurant-like wooden house, and then said: "Father Linton! Come back!"

Father Linton, who had not gone far in the dark snowy passage, turned back again with a flashlight.

Outside the wooden house, Father Linton stopped and asked doubtfully: "What? Isn't he here?"

"

Now, the situation is just a little complicated. Duke looked solemn: "You'd better come in and take a look." "

"Okay." Father Linton hesitated and resisted, but walked to the steps of the wooden house and said helplessly to Duke: "Fortunately, I made preparations and came wearing three layers of protective clothing. As expected, it was finally Here we are, finally.”

"Thank you for your hard work." Duke felt a little guilty.

Father Linton walked into the restaurant and looked down at the body.

"Is this Hunter?" Brenda asked in a deep voice.

Father Linton nodded: "Yes. It's him."

"Huh." Brenda seemed to have put down a big stone. Although Hannibal, who had been teasing her all the way, died like this, which made her feel like his fist was hitting cotton, she still said happily: "Although I don't know why he He will die in this posture, but Hannibal is finally dead..."

"No, he's not dead." Father Linton suddenly said.

Brenda was stunned for a moment, frowned and said, "But you said, this is Hunter."

"But he is not Hannibal." Father Linton said softly: "He is a work of art made by Hannibal."

"A work of art specially made to welcome you."

Under the mask of the protective suit and under the flickering candlelight, Father Linton's loving and majestic face was smiling. He looked at the corpse kneeling on the ground with the chest open, as if he was admiring a perfect work of art.

Brenda's eyes narrowed slightly, but she was not panicked, but said: "What do you mean?"

"It's really disappointing. You only regard the work of art that he worked so hard for as a corpse. Didn't you realize the meaning behind this perfect work of art? Did you realize what Hannibal wanted to tell you through this work of art? ?" Father Linton sighed.

"Kneel down on the ground and face the distinguished guests to welcome them."

“Opening your chest means being honest and opening your heart.”

A chill rose from Brenda's back. She slowly grasped Mjolnir and whispered, "Then why did he make this work of art?"

"Didn't you tell Hannibal..." Father Linton looked at Brenda and said with a smile: "You can never trust others casually because of the distance between your heart and your belly?"

"So, he helped Hunter open up his belly, open up his heart, and let you see his heart."