The Game of Demon Hunter

The new enemy is a huge, fat monster.

With the movement of the monster, the big belly that hangs from the stomach to the ground undulates in waves between the two short and thick thighs.

Two antler-like horns protrude from both sides of the forehead for a distance of three to four meters, and the heads of various creatures are inserted into the numerous sharp forks as decorations.

Most of them wailed and wailed to accompany the monsters as they walked.

The few who didn't howl watched the demon hunter group with resolute expressions, as if expecting them to defeat the monster that took their lives and give them a happy ending.

The dark green skin is full of herpes and tumors. As always, it has inherited the tradition of disgusting people under Nurgle, and it carries a giant scythe more than five meters long on its shoulder.

Black ink-like venom continuously gushed out from the rusty blade, dripped on the ground, and quickly grew a foul-smelling flower.

"Well, mortals, you can call me..." The bloated monster spoke in a strange tone a language that no one could understand, a language that straddled the barriers of species and knowledge. Boundary, so that the meaning of it can be transmitted directly to the brains of everyone present.

"Forget it, you don't seem to be qualified to know my name, so just call me the Messenger of the God of Plague." The potbellied minion of Nurgle seemed to be a good-tempered guy, and said slowly to the witcher and elves.

If it weren't for the fact that the land around it was not constantly becoming rotting, like the dark soil in a cemetery mixed with flesh and blood after digesting countless rotting corpses, maybe the witcher would have given it more time to introduce itself.

Xu Yichen jumped off the city wall made of corpses. Outside the 'wall', Apocalypse, who had a brilliant record like its owner, was already waiting for him under the demon hunter.

The cooperation of one person and one rider, and the constant running-in in the battle, became more and more tacit.

Apocalypse is a mount specially created for demon hunters. He is its natural owner. Although Apocalypse is very rebellious, the bravery of demon hunters in battle has been recognized by it.

"I don't have time to know your name, fat boy." The demon hunter straddled Tianqi's back, and the [Elegant Ripper] in his hand left a deep wound on the waist of the monster who claimed to be the messenger of the plague god.

"I'm going to call you fat boy, it's very appropriate." Xu Yichen harvested two heads along the way, turned around, and said to the enemy in front of him, "What do you think?"

There was a large piece of honeycomb-like skin on the monster's back, and a large number of 'flies' that I had seen by the creek before were constantly squeezed out of the flesh and blood, flying back and forth.

This made the witcher feel a little disgusted, and he swore that no matter what conspiracy Nurgle had, he would destroy it, and there could be no worse result than this.

"I can hear contempt from your voice, but I can accept this name." The God of Plague Messenger accepted the name very kindly, and touched the wound on his waist twice with his huge claws, without paying attention The wound there was bleeding out.

"The great Lord of Plague thinks you have great potential, mortal, are you willing to accept this favor?" The huge monster moved slowly, trying to face the witcher head-on.

But Xu Yichen didn't give it this chance, and cut the opponent's fat belly from the side again, a large pool of yellow and green intestines flowed out from the wound and fell to the ground.

"Ha, you like this kind of little game so much?" There was a hint of anger in the voice of 'Fat Boy', and he hurriedly stuffed the intestines of various colors from the wound back into his stomach, regardless of the various debris stained on them: "Although I think the Lord of Plague is unnecessary, I still have to ask you again."

The 'fat boy' who tried to turn around again accidentally stepped on one of his own intestines, but all the previous efforts were in vain. The stuffed intestines were scattered all over the ground again, and many internal organs were brought out.

"Are you willing to accept the gift from the Lord of the Plague!" Fat Boy gave up his original plan, and angrily used his sickle to cut off all the intestinal organs connected to the belly, and asked loudly.

Thinking of the origin of his [Regeneration] talent, Xu Yichen didn't say anything righteously, he was more used to proving his position with practical actions.

The demon hunter charged again, aiming the blade at the monster holding the scythe. These chaotic demons are good at all kinds of demagogic words.

Xu Yichen, who had suffered a loss once, held the seal in his hand, and a faint shield appeared around him. At this moment, his whole body's attention was on the weapon in his hand.

He wanted to expand the previous wound. If he couldn't kill the monster in front of him physically, he would have to find an opportunity to break into the opponent's body and have another 'internal explosion'.

If this world is really still favored by the gods, please don't let me use such a disgusting method to defeat the enemy again!

The witcher succeeded, and he once again left a scar where the opponent's wound had been.

On the way, he cut off three monsters in half, and let their filthy internal organs and corrupt blood sprinkle on the dust.

But this is meaningless for the whole battle situation.

His worst enemy, that 'fat boy' turned slowly like a slow-moving old man, not paying attention to the scars on his body.

But when the long sword cut into the opponent's body, Xu Yichen could feel the strong muscles under the opponent's disgusting skin.

His enemy didn't take it seriously at all, it was just playing with itself.

All around them, the foul creatures still proliferate.

There may be hundreds of mutated creatures, maybe thousands of them!

Staggering, misshapen humanoids writhed their mutated, twisted limbs and squirted venom.

Roaring and screaming stupid beasts twisted their bloated bodies like giant poisonous slugs.

Behind every dead tree in sight, little horrors staggered or hung on the slack flesh of their larger cousins, giggling and howling.

They seemed to come endlessly from all directions, like a swarm of flies attracted by the rotten smell.

Obviously, his enemy intends to rely on these protein accumulations that are meaningless to Nurgle to consume himself.

The Plaguebringer's dark yellow eyes shone shrewdly, and he stretched out his tongue to suck his blood-stained hands: "Let's have a good time, mortals."

In the opponent's hand, the huge sickle slashed towards the witcher like a mountain top.

PS: Guess what. . . . I completely forgot about the update, and it wasn't until I was about to post the second chapter that I realized that I hadn't published the first chapter. . .

PS: Thanks to the book friend @知白晓黑 for the reward, and thanks to the book friend @迷前人 for the reward