The Game of Demon Hunter

There is only one thing in the world worth fighting for, and Xu Yichen knows what it is.

He'd known it since his country had protested against the false justice of the world; he'd known it when he and his brothers had risen up in a world of gods and Chaos.

The thick handle of [War Scourge] spread out like a hedgehog again, and a large number of spikes pierced into the flesh and blood of the witcher, devouring and biting.

But he knew that he was not the one who suffered the most.

The screams of the Bloodthirsty Hornx are Xu Yichen's best cheers, and the revived engine sound of [War Calamity] is his best stimulant!

Xu Yichen climbed onto the barricade made of corpses, [War Disaster] roared in his hands, and the shrill mechanical noise began to reverberate through the entire city gate and tunnel, but it was the best encouragement for the soldiers.

Pianzige sent out its most elite green-skinned warriors, tall and strong, well-armed, armed with muskets and sharp knives.

Soon, those elite green skins retreated again amidst screams, and they were dismembered by him.

Even though these greenskins were taller and had thicker armor, when they were torn apart and their internal organs exposed to the moist air of the seaside city in front of the 【Cravement of War】, they smelled as bad as other greenskins.

Khorne may be an existence that is more in line with the essence of war than Campas, the god of war. He is more direct and greedy, just like war itself, always wanting to swallow more, until the initiator himself is swallowed.

Xu Yichen killed every green skin that stood in his way, and then rushed towards those green skins that were smart enough to back off.

[War Disaster] The first one was torn apart, followed by the second one. The flesh and blood scattered everywhere by the chainsaw was far less than what it swallowed.

Xu Yichen showed a weird smile, even the bloodthirsty desire couldn't stop the urge to laugh wildly: "I hope Khorne won't spoil his stomach! Nor will he be overwhelmed by these stinky meat!"

For the green skins, war is the best reward. Although some green skins will show some fear in the face of death, they will soon be influenced by other idiots of the same race and become fearless again.

Greenskin corpses piled higher and higher beneath his feet, and each kill meant the witcher had to climb higher to meet new victims.

"This weapon is so cool!" Li Yanlong was intoxicated listening to the huge roar of [War Disaster], which reminded him of the days when he played racing cars in Yingzhou.

The same high-horsepower engine, the same roaring sound, the strong power is transformed into unparalleled speed through the transmission system, and the mere sound waves are enough to make people feel the psychedelic feeling of climax and tide.

"I have also been issued a chainsaw weapon before, but the failure rate is too high." The female warrior Vittoria used her shield as a racket, and slammed a swooping grit into a volley. It was raining blood, and it didn't even seem to react to the explosives. It flew more than ten meters away from the city wall before remembering to explode.

But this explosion can only serve as a backdrop for the female warrior, setting off her unruly aura.

"Sooner or later, I have to get a handful of this thing!" Vittoria looked down at her [Slayer], and the ferocious flail seemed to feel the master's dissatisfaction with her, and flickered slightly.

"You...! It is impossible to resist the call from the blood god forever!" The voice of the bloodthirsty Hornx was as if a volcano was about to come, and it contained shocking anger.

"No one can influence my will, I know why I fight." The demon hunter responded by increasing the power of [War Disaster] again.

"Ahhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhhh Once was better, and the witcher felt it could take more.

Like a plant, a hollow spike connected to an artery pierced into Xu Yichen's arm muscles, and it didn't hinder his slashing movement at all.

"Maybe your will is tough, but this is not a one-year, two-year, ten-year, fifty-year battle!" The voice of the bloodthirsty Honks had a tinge of vengeance: "This is a hundred years, a one-year battle!" Thousands of years, ten thousand years, and even eternal war, until the end of your little world, and the great Lord of Skulls still has countless worlds waiting for him to conquer, and he is the end of all things!"

"The only thing worth fighting in this world is to choose. I have the right to choose to refuse. Even if the world is destroyed because of this, it is based on our own choice." Xu Yichen chopped up the body of the last green skin in front of him, its The flesh and blood just blocked the last gap at the city gate.

The strength of this flesh and blood seems to be stronger than the previous city gate.

"I choose to say no." The witcher transmitted his will into [War Disaster], but the only feedback he got was confusion, and [War Disaster] gradually slowed down, and finally stopped turning.

Obviously, the Bloodthirsty Hornx still couldn't make it to the end this time, its consciousness was torn apart in pain, and its memory became confused.

In a short time, it can't complete the soul reorganization, maybe when it speaks again, it won't even remember today's conversation at all.

Or, in battle after battle, the witcher finally succumbs to the will of Khorne, his mind filled with bloodthirsty desires, and the will of Khonks the Bloodthirsty will be reborn in his body.

Or, in the constant confrontation of wills, the bloodthirsty Knox's soul and consciousness could not be tortured, and he chose to kill himself, turning the gemstone that sealed his soul into the purest energy source stone, and from now on he will be honest Really provide energy for [War Disaster].

There will be no third option.

Outside the city gate, a few boring grits decided to open the way for the companions behind, and took the initiative to get into the city gate tunnel, intending to use the power of explosives to clear the obstacles inside.

As Xu Yichen left the tunnel, there was a huge explosion, and the heavy rain of corpses fell on both sides of the city gate, and hundreds of greenskins charged again.

"Waaaagh!" howled the greenskins, satisfied with the battle.

Moreover, in the hall of flesh and blood of Khorne the Blood God, he was looking at the green rotten meat piled up in front of him, feeling a little unappetizing, bored and turned his attention away from the demon hunter.

In a short time, he didn't want to see his table full of green-skinned rotten meat anymore.

As the five-pointed star dissipated in the sky, Mu Tiegen relied on a pair of iron palms and broke the neck of the last soldier. The opponent's ability to be both light and fire was fancy, but it was meaningless to him.

He wants to fight all the way there in an open and aboveboard manner, telling the comrades in the city with his actions that the days of being oppressed are over.

PS: The typos in this chapter are posted first and then corrected. Word is tiring. . . .