Demon Hunter and His Hut

Deep underground in an ancient building somewhere in Crescent City.

Someone lying in the coffin suddenly opened his eyes.

"Bang!"

The lid of the coffin was opened, and the figure sat up slowly, revealing a hideous face.

His entire face seemed to be made up of several faces, the parts of which were twisted and grown together, some formed a black lump, and some were bright red sarcomas.

"what happened?"

He muttered to himself, his voice extremely low, echoing in the empty tomb.

"Where's Blake?"

"Let him come to see me."

The figure in the coffin said.

As the sun went down, Blake hurriedly left the Hunter Guild's residence in Crescent City just after an internal meeting.

In the darkness, he once again came to the very familiar building.

With his fists clenched, Blake still stepped in, and he only had a little reverence for the teacher in his heart.

The rest is all fear.

In the empty hall, only the crisp echoes of his own footsteps could be heard, and his every step matched his heartbeat. This suppressed feeling made Blake a little breathless.

But whenever he wanted to adjust, there would be an inexplicable force that would interfere with him.

"Teacher, are you looking for me?"

Blake bowed his head.

"Has the General Trade Union sent someone here?"

"Same as last time, Mr. Sean."

"But we have tried to hold him back. He is now in another area and should not be here any time soon."

"Are we going to start now?"

Blake asked.

"Wait a second, I need a little more time."

"Choose carefully, I only want the best among them, and the rest will be eliminated."

"After all, our method can only survive the toughest witcher in will and body."

"Control the rhythm."

A hoarse voice echoed from the hall.

"there's one more thing."

"Blake spoke suddenly."

"There are many witchers who would like to meet you..."

"This matter..." The hoarse voice pondered for a while.

"Promise them."

"teacher?"

"Don't forget the little guy that Zaru caught."

Blake's eyes lit up.

"Go down."

He folded his hands and slowly left the hall after the ceremony.

When I walked outside, the sky had already turned dark, but at this moment, a voice came from the dark corner of the door.

"Mr. Black."

Blake's expression moved, he turned sideways and saw the figure sliding out of the darkness,

Weird expressions and gloomy eyes.

It's Dickinson.

Blake sighed softly, and he looked around, only the shadow of the building could be seen under the dark night sky.

"There's no one else here, you don't have to."

"my father."

Dickinson's figure came out of the darkness, "The rules are the rules, and the relationship between us cannot be known by other people in the guild."

"I prefer to hear you call me Mr. Dickinson rather than father."

"How are you feeling, Mr. President?"

Dickinson asked in a low voice.

"not bad."

"That's good!"

Dickinson walked slowly into the hall.

"Goodbye Mr. Black."

"Goodbye……"

Black hesitated for a moment, but continued:

"Mr. Dickinson."

Dickinson, who had his back turned to him, gave a satisfied smile.

After entering the empty hall, Dickinson came to a round platform in the middle. He stretched out his right hand and pressed it on a relief sculpture in the middle of the round platform, chanting words in his mouth.

Not long after, the sound of rumbling sounded, and the round table sank.

The speed of the round platform was very fast, and it didn't take long for it to reach the depths of the ground. When it stopped, a long and narrow corridor appeared in front of Dickinson's eyes.

The torches on both sides illuminated the passage like day, and Dickinson passed through it, then entered the core area, and saw the crystal coffin placed in the center of the tomb.

Entering here, the expression on Dickinson's face changed greatly. He bowed down flatteringly and lowered his head, "Respected master, your servant has brought his sincere greetings."

"Get over here!"

The hoarse voice shouted, obviously there was no power to pass, but Dickinson thumped and knelt on the ground, holding his head and screaming.

"Damn it, do you want to leave me?!"

"Don't dare..."

"No, how is that possible!"

"You are my master and the sustenance of my soul, how could I leave you?"

Dickinson was lying on the ground, not even daring to lift his head.

"How could I create a fool like you?!"

"If it wasn't because my soul was injured and I couldn't replace my body, how could I have created a waste like you!"

"Respected master, please don't be angry, it's really not worth it for ants like me."

"Get over here quickly and help me up!"

A hoarse voice roared.

Dickinson quickly got up from the ground, and then quickly ran to the side of the crystal coffin.

The crystal coffin was filled with black liquid, and tentacle-like objects seemed to wriggle in the liquid.

"My lord, have you recovered from your wounds?"

"Kassandra is stronger than I thought, but unfortunately, she has no chance at all after practicing black magic."

Dickinson straightened up, and the figure lying in the crystal coffin stood up completely. His upper body was covered with deformed pieces of meat, as if he had filled his body with chopped rotten meat.

The skeletal muscles are mixed, and the dark cyan heart even hangs outside.

His lower body is made up of dark yellow tentacles with walnut-sized suction cups, pink on one side and cyan on the other.

In the middle position, a thing that represents the physiological characteristics of men is wriggling in the brain.

"How many years will your body last?"

The monster-like figure suddenly asked.

"Up to five years, my master."

"Um."

"I can recover quickly and get rid of this body completely, and then Black will be useless."

"He gave you his body."

"Thank you, my master."

Dickinson pretended to be grateful.

"Humph!"

"Don't think I don't know your original plan, aren't you just waiting for this day to give birth to this son?"

"Wise as you are, my master."

Dickinson gave a weird laugh.

"Come on, take me to meet the legendary first beauty in our Bordeaux region."

"Well...with human aesthetics."

"The thought of mating with a creature like that."

The facial features on the odd man's ugly face gathered together, "It's really nauseating."

Dickinson opened his mouth and hesitated.

But he didn't say anything, and helped his master to a gate at the end.

Opening the door, the first thing that catches his eye is the huge magic circle carved on the ground. If Roger is here, he will definitely recognize that this magic circle is the one that Abraham once drew.

There are only some changes in the details.

The room was full of torches, and what burned on each torch was not a flame, but a demon spirit bound to it and screaming in despair.

The green light and the screams that can go straight into the mind made the whole room look like hell.

On the wall at the end of the room, a naked woman was hung there, her whole being torn into large letters.

And what awaits her is unknown.

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