The Godsfall Chronicles

The Deadwood Forest has been making loud noises for half an hour, and the butcher finds that the cloud hawk is not slower than he is or even above him. Unless the forest is filled with unknown dangers that prevent the cloud hawk from fully stretching, the butcher may not be able to catch up with this guy.

It's been a long time since I've met such a powerful wildling man.

But it's interesting to have challenging opponents killed.

The butcher's blood-red eyes continued to burst with murderous intentions and anger, his brain filled with dusty memories, and slowly emerged again. This was what he had tried countless times to forget, but that's what people sometimes do, what they desperately want to forget, but it became clearer and clearer in their memories.

Twenty years.

Twenty years.

Wherever the butcher walks, this memory pops up all of a sudden, it's like a bloody cockroach, it's always in the most unexpected place, it's like a hidden needle, it's always stabbed hard in the most sudden, every time this memory awakens, it tortures him like a nightmare, it makes him bleed more than a pain.

Twenty years ago, the butcher was only a nine-year-old child born in a small town on the edge of the Divine Domain. His family was very simple. His parents were small traders. Although the traders were not well placed in the Divine Domain, they could at least give him a comfortable life and a good education.

Dozens of wilderness desecrators found a divine loophole into the divine domain on a dark night that changed fate, attacking his family's small merchants. He will never forget that his father was tortured to death by a knife and screamed when he died. He will never forget the tragic death of his mother and sister after being humiliated again. He will never forget that he was able to survive by putting his brother desperately in a cargo container to hide him, and he was stabbed more than forty times in the chest. The knife dyed his brother's blood and pierced him constantly in front of his eyes. The smelly warmth almost stained him red.

His house is over.

His life is over.

Instead, he was tormented by nightmares day after day by day as an adult who almost collapsed but eventually survived, only his temperament became more and more distorted, he became the most loyal fanatic of the gods, just that faith alone was far from enough, he needed more psychological anesthesia if he wanted to live, the only thing that could bring him spiritual release and relief was the screaming of those goddesses and the filthy and evil blood on them.

After he became a demon hunter, he began to carry out his mission wildly. Almost all of the wildlings he saw were tortured to death. He was named a butcher for his last mission, and even his former comrades regarded him as a monster, but he didn't care what anyone said. The only reason he lived in the world was to slaughter the desecrators of the wilderness, even if they called him a butcher. What does it matter?

The butcher hates the man who convicted him!

He never thought he'd done anything wrong.

Even if the Great God knew about it, he would have stood by him.

It is precisely because these reckless guys exist in the Divine Realm that there are so many dirty bugs crawling around the world. In his view, any means should be spared to clean up these damn things. In exchange for the tranquillity of the world, some sacrifices are inevitable!

When the butcher was ready to drink and hate to die, winter returned to the snow to release him. Of course, he had heard that winter returned to the snow fame. He was one of the most promising hunters in Sky Cloud City. Although winter returned to the snow appeared high and arrogant and noble, the butcher acutely smelled a similar smell from him.

Winter is the motive. The butcher doesn't want to know. He's willing to work for him!

Besides, the winter snow is killing a guy from the wilderness. Instead of being subjected to the harshest death sentences when this guy arrived in Sky Cloud City, he grew comfortable living here.

How is that possible?

It's blasphemy!

Has Sky Cloud City fallen to such a point? * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * * Why is that?

When the butcher thought of it here, the rage erupted again, and his speed of progress increased rapidly. This is a skill that consumes a lot of physical energy in a short period of time but can greatly improve the explosive power. It is a small skill that the butcher has learned over the years and will generally only use at the critical juncture of life and death, and now he has no regard for so much.

The cloud eagle was dragged away by the butcher for half an hour, and he kept wandering around until it changed. The main purpose was to drain the guy on his own advantage in speed and recovery, but now it seems that the butcher is not so easily consumed, he still has room to explode.

Shit, he's a crazy dog. He won't let go until he bites.

This situation is like there is some deep hatred. If the unsub saw this situation, he would think I raped | kill his whole family!

No, no, there's no time to spend with this mad dog. After all, it's the Hell Valley test, not the normal situation. It's already been consumed too much time by this damn dead dog. Cloudhawk feels like if he doesn't hurry up, he's going to be put forward 50% of the time.

The cloud hawk feels the best way is to surprise him. Although the butcher's strength is quite strong, he does not have the artifact in his hand, but the cloud hawk still has the monster stone on him. If he can initiate penetration, the butcher can now rely on physical force alone to break it. This alone can stand undefeated and strike back quickly, so that the butcher can be solved in an instant.

When a cloud hawk plots to implement a specific strategy.

The little weirdo birds warned the eagles not far away, and there seemed to be a large group of indigenous signs of activity nearby, laying numerous traps in the forests ahead, waiting for the intruders to throw themselves into the net.

“Very good!”

“Save some energy instead! ”

The cloudhawk rushed in this direction, and the monstrous stone in his chest blew out a light, and an energy field had covered his body, separating him from the surrounding space. Although the cloud hawk had no shadow cloak, it could no longer be invisible, but it did not prevent the hawk from hiding, and he went straight into a large tree of several people.

Almost three seconds.

The butcher ripped open the fog and obstructed branches, and he found that the cloud hawk had disappeared without even thinking about it, using the trees as a force to quickly chase deep into the forest. Who knew the butcher had been chasing for more than a dozen seconds, but he hadn't even found the cloud eagle, and even the smell of the cloud eagle was gone.

When the butcher began to doubt his direction, he suddenly stepped on a thin filament thread, a tough vine interwoven into a giant net descended from the sky, instantly covering the butcher inside, jumping out of all directions to draw skeletal maps on his body in weird little natives.

“Wilderness mutant! ”

The butcher roared like a beast. Even the bear monster could be uniformed, but he couldn't resist the strange force on the butcher. When he suddenly tore it off, a huge crack appeared in the mesh. However, he had not yet waited for the butcher to get out of it and fire a dozen blown arrows simultaneously. At least seven or eight of the butchers, several gunpowder guns fired together, stirred several blood flowers on the butcher.

The toxin spreads through the body.

The butcher felt his muscles stiff and unconscious as if they were petrified and paralyzed.

These indigenous toxins have too strong an effect, often fearing death on the spot, and even the butcher feels losing control of his body. He puts all his attention on the eagle, so he behaves too carelessly about the surrounding environment, and if he changes to normal, he won't be ambushed by such a bad trap.

“Ho!”

The butcher roared in shock, his eyes were red as a sea of blood, and he had completely abandoned all reason, allowing his body to be trended entirely by madness instincts. Though bathed in blood, he burst out like a wind, smashing an indigenous head in one punch and grabbing an indigenous alive and tearing it in half.

Boom, boom!

The indigenous guns and arrow blowers attacked again and several more wounds appeared on the butcher, although his body was very strong and extremely tough and he could not have been killed without hitting critical areas. The butcher rammed back and forth in the forest like a mad cow, passing flesh and blood, and no indigenous body was intact.

The butcher paid the price of more than twenty injuries, stabbing him with poison from the neck to the feet, as the toxin spread all over his body, turning his skin into a strange purple sauce.

“These filthy fucking wildlings! ”

The butcher gasped heavily, and he regained a little consciousness. He knew he was the master of the Middle-Eagle, and it was no longer possible to fight the Eagle. This son of a bitch must be lying around. Does he seem to wait until he's completely broken?

A useless coward!

Though the butcher thought so, he couldn't help but feel deeply saddened that there was so much dirt left to clean up in the world, and he was already here at the end? But it's better to die in battle than to be executed by the corrupt guys in Sky Cloud City!

“I know you're here, come out! ”

The eagle was hiding behind a big tree, he had recovered from all his injuries just as he watched the play, and now the butcher could not have had another chance, but just as the eagle was ready to walk out.

From the other direction of the mist, a tall, thin figure emerged, with blond hair and a handsome face, full of blushes and greenery, making one think he was a son of a born nobleman. It is only at this moment that his body is surrounded by strong blood, his clothes have been stained red with blood, the same breath of blood as the surrounding indigenous blood, and he appears to have experienced a blood battle.

It's just very strange.

After a bloody battle, the blonde was undamaged, but since he was undamaged, why did he get all bloody, looking like he was caught out of a pool of flesh? The feeling was rather strange, as if he had deliberately let the flesh pour on himself.

When the butcher saw each other appear, his eyes showed a glimmer of hope: "Help me...”