[Hunter] The Meteor Legend after Lydia's Life Record

The pastor is back.

The black priest's clothes are particularly conspicuous on the white snow.There were two bloodstains on his face, but he still had a gentle expression, his light brown eyes were bright and paranoid.

What kind of person is this?No doubt no one knew him.And why did he come to Meteor Street?Is he really a madman?

There must be a story behind this.I thought to myself as I watched him walk straight towards me.

"My God." He touched his chest with one hand and saluted me, "The enemy is a bit tricky, so I kept you waiting for a long time."

This is his last word.

Although he hesitated for a long time, he actually acted very quickly, only in an instant.

The pastor was standing very close to me, and Vincent was beside me.

Almost without warning, Vincent's body erupted with powerful energy, and a gust of wind suddenly swept through everything around him.

The strong wind formed by the power of thought could not blow me, but the snow foam rising all over the sky blocked my sight.

"Boom!" There was a loud noise!

The terrifyingly powerful explosion exploded around Vincent, involving me and the pastor in it!

The extremely violent and dangerous thoughts naturally melted around me. I was in the center of the explosion, but unexpectedly felt calm.I quickly squatted down, buried my head between my legs, and put my head in my hands.

I didn't know the situation of Vincent and the pastor at all. There was a terrible earthquake, and I was rolled outwards by a strong wind from nowhere, and finally fell on the ground full of rubbish.

I lay down tightly on the ground to protect my head, and I could only feel a pain in my back, and many small, shrapnel-like things were constantly hitting me at a very high speed!

The deafening noise stopped quickly, and I quickly got up after the ground stopped shaking. There was a crackling sound, and a thick layer of rubbish debris that almost buried me underneath fell off my body—that should be It was the thing that was blown by the wind and hit me just now.

When I opened my eyes again, it was already daytime. When I looked up, I saw a huge tornado piercing the sky, gradually shrinking and dissipating.

The smog was blown away by the wind, and the sky overhead took on a rare, crystal-like blue.

Under the blue sky, there are undulating hills all around, and they are all familiar and desolate rubbish mountains that have just been swayed by the strong wind.

The illusion is broken!

I looked down, and the first thing I saw was Vincent half hidden in a pile of rubbish.

If it weren't for that long platinum hair, I'd hardly recognize him—it's almost a blur of flesh!

This is self-explosion. The human body as the carrier cannot withstand such a great power, so it is lucky that it was not blown into pieces.

I only took one look because he was beyond doubt dead.

A deep pit was blasted out of the rubbish in a radius of tens of meters. I looked around nervously, looking for the priest in the pit.

There was a soft "crash" sound, and I jumped up in fright. Looking behind me, I was horrified to find a black figure staggering up from under the rubbish on the surface.

A man with blood on his face, black priest clothes blown to rags - that's the priest!

After suffering such a near self-destruction, he is still alive? !

I held my breath as he wiped the blood from his face and looked right at me with his brown eyes.

"Sword," my heart was about to jump out of my chest, I bit the tip of my tongue fiercely, and screamed——

"Sword formation!"

Countless long swords descended from the sky, no, they appeared out of thin air!

Almost in an instant, densely packed sharp blades filled every inch of space around me, covering the sky and the sun, making the light in front of me dim suddenly.

Thousands of swords blared in my ears, and among the ear-piercing sounds of metal clashing, there was a series of elongated blunt sounds strangely mixed in!

I looked in the priest's direction, and my pupils shrank suddenly——

The moment Wan Jian appeared, the priest's swaying body unexpectedly burst out with terrifying power, as fast as a bolt of lightning or an owl, and rushed straight towards me!

I froze in place, unable to dodge at all, watching his tense right hand hooked into a claw, and stopped less than half a meter in front of me.

The sharp swords that were so densely packed in all directions succeeded.

The pastor knocked away the long swords and daggers along the way with his body, and finally failed to grab the only safe place around me.

In the last half a meter, he was pierced into a sieve by a sharp knife that fell from the sky, and he was firmly nailed to the ground.

Through the densely packed sharp blades, I looked at the priest's bloody figure fixed in the sword array, and I couldn't recover for a long time.

The harsh metal friction and impact sound lasted for quite a while.

It was not until countless sharp swords fell to the ground from different heights in the sky, piled up into a knee-high piece, stood up or fell down, and leaned on each other, that the terrible sword rainstorm finally came to an end.

The priest's body has been buried under layers of sharp knives.

I can't even count how many swords there are here.

I lowered my head slowly, and saw that only a place less than the size of a watermelon near my feet had not been pierced into a sieve by a sharp sword, and was surrounded by cold metal reflections. on the broken edge.

I broke out in a cold sweat again.

This, this trick is too scary!

I looked at the mess around me, and recalled the room full of knives in the Ghost Willow Mansion, and I shivered, thinking that if it is not necessary in the future, I should not use it again.

This is the rhythm of chopping people alive into minced meat!

Packing up my mood, I stomped my feet and stepped on the sharp swords all over the ground with my leather shoes, and walked out of the hardest-hit area with completely destroyed landforms.

It wasn't until I stepped on the familiar garbage ground that I breathed a sigh of relief, raised my head and looked around, and was dumbfounded again—which direction should I go?

Looking up at the sky, in the rare blue sky, the sun hangs at a slightly slanted height, emitting dazzling sunlight.

Roughly estimated, it should be past noon and before three o'clock in the afternoon.

I was completely lost in an unfamiliar place, so I could only tentatively walk forward in the direction in front of me.

I walked very slowly, and when I came to a relatively flat garbage slope, I stopped and looked around, expecting Kuroro to appear and look for me.

Recalling the scene where he abandoned me before, I actually shivered in the sun, and couldn't help thinking—he will come, right?

"Lydia."

Fortunately, I only waited for a few minutes before I heard Kuroro's familiar voice calling me from behind.

I turned my head suddenly and saw him standing on the hillside waving to me.

"Krollo!"

I jumped up on the spot, ran towards him, rushed down the hillside in one breath, and threw myself heavily into his arms.

"You're here!" I yelled, hugging his neck.

"Yeah." Kuroro was pushed back by the strength of my dive, picked me up and turned around half a circle, let go of the momentum, and put me back on the ground, "I'll follow from afar, listen It's coming when it's moving."

"Good job." He stroked my back.

I recalled the soul-stirring just now, and opened my mouth awkwardly, not knowing where to start.Kuroro pulled me towards the direction I came from before.

Not two steps away is the place where a fierce battle has just been experienced.

The tornado in the sky has dissipated, the smog that has persisted in the second district has been swept away, and the blue sky is sprinkled with golden sunshine.

A large pit was blown out of the gently rolling garbage hills, and the bottom of the pit was densely filled with sharp swords. The sun shone on the twisted and overlapping metals, and the reflections were so dazzling that people couldn't open their eyes.

"It's really spectacular." Kuroro exclaimed.

I held his hand tightly, and my eyes naturally looked down at the only small piece of space exposed to the ground—that was where I was standing at the time.

"My decision to leave first was indeed correct." Kurolo said, pulling my hand: "Let's go."

"Kurolo..." I stopped him, swallowed my original words again, and said, "Go slowly. These shoes grind your feet."

"There was too much movement just now, we have to get out of here quickly." Kuroro looked down at my leather shoes, "I'll carry you on my back."

Lie on his back, I was hit by a hard object, and pulled out the golden scepter that I had stuffed in before from the pocket of the long skirt.I took the scepter in my hand and put my arms around Kuroro's neck.

"What is this?" Kuroro walked forward quickly with my back on his back, the ruby ​​at the top of the scepter almost hit his face.He took the scepter from my hand, played with it with one hand, and asked.

"...I don't know, the pastor gave it to me." I whispered.

The pastor is dead, and when I think of him again, I feel a little complicated—in fact, he never really hurt me until his death.It even rescued us from the hands of the Black Dragon Society.

Being called "My God" and "My God", I actually don't know what kind of person he is.

What would he do to me if I hadn't killed him?

"Same as the crown on your head?"

Kuroro's voice interrupted my wild thoughts - no matter what, my fate is always in my own hands.Even if he killed people indiscriminately for this, he would not hesitate.

"Yeah." I don't know how the pastor put it on, I fumbled around on the ground, and the crown was only crooked, but it still stuck on my head tenaciously.

I fumbled and ripped the crown off, with a few snapped black hairs.Platinum and diamonds reflect the brilliance with the movement of my hands, and aquamarine is mysterious and elegant.

"Do you want it?" I handed the crown to the front and asked him.

Kuroro took the crown casually and looked at it.

"Lydia," he said in a strange tone, "I don't recognize the crown, but I've seen this scepter before—in the museum."

"I will not be mistaken. This is the scepter of the pope's three scepters."

"... Oh." I hugged his neck and buried my head a little to avoid the cold wind blowing across my cheeks.

"The pastor is not an ordinary lunatic. There may be a reason why he came to you." Kuroro continued, speaking faster, "Did he say anything special to you later?"

At the same time, his feet also accelerated, almost running.

I shook my head.

"Lydia, maybe your ability..."

He stopped suddenly and hesitated, "Are you crying?"

A big transparent tear dripped onto his neck, I choked up behind his back, and said softly: "I don't want to know..."

"What did you say?" He didn't hear clearly.

"I said, I don't want to know these things." I amplified my voice, crying, but my tone was firm.

"I don't want to know, so don't think about it anymore. The pastor is dead, and this matter is over, and the reason has nothing to do with us!" My tone gradually changed from whispering to intense.

"...Are you losing your temper?"

"sorry."

I felt extremely wronged, and I still had unexplainable fears.Lying on his back and hugging him tightly, her eyes were like broken faucets, tears pouring out for no money.

It seems to be venting the unspeakable fear of being abandoned.

At some point, Kurolo stopped at the same spot with his back on my back.

"Kurolo," I leaned against him, cleared my throat, and tentatively said, "I won't use my speech skills from now on... okay?"

Kurolo put me on the ground, and said calmly, "Why?"

I held onto his arm tightly and said eagerly, "Because it's always causing trouble, I don't want to do that anymore!...You're right." I muttered.

Kuroro turned around to face me, and I hugged him tightly, as if I was afraid of being thrown off, but I didn't dare to look at him with my head down.

The last sentence seemed to be in his mouth, and he couldn't swallow it emotionally, but he couldn't say it out loud.

"Don't leave me."

Kuroro was silent for a while, and asked, "Are you scared by me? Because of what I said before?"

"I don't know." With tears in my eyes, I worked up the courage to look up at him and replied, "I'm afraid you really think that."

"Hmm." Kuroro replied noncommittally.

I wanted to burst into tears, but I didn't know if Kuroro would come to comfort me.

His pensive look was frightening.

I can't take it anymore.

"Lydia," Kuroro finally said, I immediately stared at him nervously, eyes wide open, separated by a layer of transparent tears.

He opened his head and then stopped, tilting his head to look at me, with a trace of helplessness on his white face, he raised a hand to wipe away my tears.

My tense nerves immediately caught his tenderness, and I rubbed my face against his hand with attachment.As a result, Kuroro's expression softened, and his eyes were unbearably warm.

"Don't be stupid, you will believe me when I tell you a lie." He said.

"...It really looks real." I murmured a little coquettishly, grabbed his hand on my face, wiped away my tears with the back of his hand, and said with relief: "I was frightened by you."

Kuroro said in a daze, "Yeah, who made me such a fearful person."

His tone was serious, knowing that he was deliberately speaking ironically, I was still emotional, my mouth was flattened, and the tears that had just stopped were about to come out of my eyes again.

Kuroro let out an "hey" and suddenly approached, his face zoomed in quickly in front of me.

A sharp pain in the lower lip.

I stood there blankly, tears only rolling in my eyes.It wasn't until Kuroro returned to the original position that I belatedly realized——

He just bit me?

"I won't give up the treasure I got because I'm afraid of trouble." Kuroro said, his expression was as usual, and he didn't look like he did something bad just now, if it wasn't for the blood on his lips.

"Even if it's a baby that loves to cry and troubles."

I stayed there for quite a while, until the place where my lips were bitten by him was numb with pain, then I shook my lips and said in disbelief, "You actually bit me? It's bleeding, it hurts!"

"Let's worry about this later." Kuroro said with a headache, "I've wanted to say it since just now, but you keep crying and crying... We are being watched."

"Because of Lydia, you suddenly lost your temper, we can't run away now." He blamed.

I stared at him in astonishment, innocent in knowing nothing.

But my attention finally turned to the business in front of me, and I quickly asked, "Then what should I do?"

"This is the place deep in the second district and close to the central area. I can't beat the people who come here." Ku Luoluo said, "If I don't want to be arrested, I have only one way."

Kuroro shrugged his shoulders, his expression looked a little distressed: "My hidden trump card."

As he said, he put the crown and scepter still in his hand into my hand, and took out a black needle-like thing from his pocket.

"What is this?" I asked.

It is a metal handicraft made of black iron, cast very delicately, like a small section of branch that has been folded off, with clear lines on the leaves.About the length of a finger, the shape is slender, and one end is very sharp, which looks quite sharp.

"I guess it's an imitation of the twig of the parasite, the only thing in Norse mythology that can kill Baldr, the god of light... Well, it doesn't matter at all." Kuroro said in a long-winded manner, "In short, I am an old man from the second district. I got it in my hand when he was dying, and he gave me this as a token of vengeance for him."

"Psychic product. It is said that if you prick your finger with this thing, it can exchange the me now with the me ten years later." Kuroro finally got to the point.

"You in ten years?" I asked in surprise.

"I think, the troubles that I can't solve now will be fine for me ten years from now." Kuroro said awkwardly.

"Isn't this too unreliable?!" I yelled in disbelief.

Kuroro tilted his head, looking innocent: "Anyway, we have no other way. Let's try it. By the way, I let Pike see it, and he is telling the truth."

"You, you, you..." I was still hesitating, but Kurolo said quickly: "Those people thought that we made the noise just now, so they have been watching. Now they seem to have recruited all the people, and they have come this way .”

"We're running out of time. Take your chances. Hope I'm still alive in ten years."

As he spoke, he pricked his finger with the black iron tree's parasitic needle without hesitation.

"Pfft!" A burst of white smoke surrounded him.

"Hey, wait!" I yelled hastily, "How long are you going?"

"Six hours."

The author has something to say: Yesterday I added a paragraph at the end of the last chapter, did everyone see it?

And, the idea of ​​the ten-year rocket launcher from "Tutor" is borrowed here... Then, yes, the next chapter has some amazing characters.

Hehehe, I feel great!Please comment~