The Divine Hunter Chapter 7: Black Greba
Angoulin watched the backs of the two knights riding their horses and disappearing into the depths of the pine forest, and the look in his eyes dimmed.
She leaned against the outer wall of the dormitory and sighed while blowing the cold wind. Her slender body under the thick cotton-padded jacket looked smaller and weaker.
The other children were in a daze around the statue of Lebiuda in the yard, as if the witcher had never been there.
"Have we passed the crisis smoothly this time?"
The bald man leaning against the fence in the yard looked away and asked uncertainly,
"Why are you so serious? Smile! Anyway, the two stupid young men took away the bones and dolls. If the demon appears again, it will be their trouble." Dino said, shaving his sharp teeth with his little finger nail,
"Don't take it lightly... You have never seen how powerful and difficult a demon hunter is, but I have experienced it deeply in Vizima." Daisy's eyes showed a trace of fear and resentment, and she turned to the bald man, "Follow me and take a look. Look, make sure they're gone completely. But don't disturb them."
The bald man tilted his body and rushed out suddenly, disappearing into the dense forest like a gust of wind.
The priestess explained to the bearded man with a solemn expression,
"Dino... let the children get ready, there will be people coming to the city in two days."
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Time flies, the morning light quietly tilts to the west, and a cloud of orange sunset glows on the horizon.
In the wilderness dozens of miles north of the Lebiuda Temple.
A curl of smoke floated out from under an upturned bowl-shaped rock.
Beside the warm campfire, the two horses were enjoying a feast of green grass.
The Arkham Machine rolled the rabbit that had been disemboweled and roasted until it was golden and oily on the grill, frowning and looking at the grass in trance.
Karl swayed a white powder around the two skeletons on the ground and muttered something. When he drew a complete circle, a faint white light emerged, outlining the six-pointed star formation. Then he used a piece of black The cloth covered the circle.
Heaved a sigh of relief.
"Akatom, you big fool! How dare you betray your face before you have conclusive evidence! What you are doing is just asking a wolf whether he eats meat. How could they not become angry! Now they are dejected. Drive it out, are you satisfied?!"
"Who said I have no evidence, and I didn't give you a look at that time!" Arkham's face turned red and he defended,
"Am I a glutton in your belly? How do I know that your head is full of paste!"
Karl sighed in despair, wiped the powder off his palms, walked over and sat on the straw mat beside the campfire, casually tore off a piece of steaming meat, exposed his white teeth, and took a big bite.
"Forget it, let's not argue with you, a single-minded fool. The evidence you mentioned is already there. Why didn't you come up with it earlier?"
"The bald muscular man stared at me closely, and those children suddenly became obsessed again. I had no chance to tell you in the temple!" Akam knew that he had made a mistake this time, and accompanied him with a good attitude. He smiled, thoughtfully handed over the kettle to his companion to moisten his throat, and comforted himself by saying, "But now that we have left the temple area, no one can control it. This is what we call retreat in order to advance!"
"Stop talking nonsense and speak up!"
"Okay, boss. I saw a symbol on the wrists of both Angouleme and the randomly selected boy."
He quickly used his fingers to outline a circular spider web and words on a patch of dirt beside the campfire!
“I can’t remember where I saw this symbol, but I vaguely remember it has something to do with religion.”
Karl suddenly stopped chewing, and without saying a word, he stood up and rummaged through Wilt's saddle bag.
Soon he took out a dusty cowhide manual containing his daily study notes, which recorded the essence of knowledge imparted by various teachers.
Rustling, the pages of the book turned, and sparks flew everywhere, illuminating the young man's calm face.
"Found it!"
"Let me see it too!"
The two of them stared at the images in the book with their eyes wide open, falling into shock.
The dense text depicts an ancient and strange picture.
A huge pale spider web in the shape of a regular octagon was woven on the evil altar. One end was covered with black down, and eight insects with sharp claws crawled quietly on it.
The most shocking thing is that it clearly has the body of a spider, but it has the head of a lion. The mane on its neck is thick and fluttering like flames. Its open mouth reveals sharp canine teeth and a pair of cold eyes. His eyes were staring ahead, as if staring at an unknown fate.
The pale skeletons piled up into hills under the spider web come from the prey it preyed on.
The whole picture is filled with uncleanness and evil. Just looking at it makes people shudder and give rise to nightmares.
"Lion-headed Spider, the God of Omens," Karl read out its name with a solemn expression, "Black Grayba (), also known as Aghtera."
"An ancient evil belief in the north!"
“The great weaver who weaves human destiny into a giant web.”
"Worship death and darkness, just like Svablo, the evil **** of man and bear that is spread in the Skellige Islands, he likes **** animal sacrifices!"
"Its priests possess powerful curse abilities!"
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Mars crackled and exploded, and the two demon hunters fell into deep thought.
Until Wilt flicked their cheeks with his fluffy tail.
Karl woke up from a dream and muttered to himself,
"Priestess Daisy also has this tattoo on her back, which means"
"She doesn't believe in Lebiuda at all!" Akamtom said with gleaming eyes, gritting his teeth, "She is a believer in the God of Omens and the Lion-headed Spider! Those two muscular men are inseparable from her ”
"Nine times out of ten, too." Karl agreed, "Their totems should be hidden somewhere in the temple."
"Damn guy, he actually made us play around, and even talked nonsense with me, shouting that Lebiuda is the best!" Akam was indignant.
"I'm fooling you, you fool! I told you a long time ago that they have a problem, so you can be more careful!" Karl glared at him disdainfully, and sighed, "This Daisy dares to thunder again and again. Lebiuda swore and told lies because Lebiuda couldn't control her at all!"
"Isn't this prophet too useless?" Akam complained, "My own temple was occupied by the evil **** Dove, and my own priest Xinni was probably killed long ago, instead of going out on a trip! It didn't No reaction at all!"
"The legendary prophet Lebiuda was just a poor man who stood up for his believers and was captured by the dragon and eaten into bones." Karl tore off a piece of meat from the grill and thought about it while eating,
"Now I think the rumors are true. He is most likely just a symbol of knowledge and does not possess divine power. Therefore, the believers of the Lion-Headed Spider specially picked such a weak persimmon to attack! Now there are eighteen people in the temple. The child is already under the fangs of the evil god."
The two demon hunters were speechless, their eyes turning as they pondered for a long time.
"Since they are cultists!" Arkham asked puzzledly, "Why did we allow us to enter the temple to eradicate the demon spirits in the first place instead of driving us away directly? Isn't this equivalent to inviting wolves into the house?"
"It is true that lion-headed spiders have powerful curse abilities, but 99% of curses can only be effective on flesh and blood bodies, and are ineffective on ghosts. This means that they are almost powerless against night demons that switch between virtual and real, and they do need to hunt The demon will help." Karl replied without hesitation,
"Their mistake was in underestimating the curiosity and sense of justice of the demon hunter, especially in underestimating the great ingenuity of a fledgling man with few beards who clamored for chivalry all day long."
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"Bah! Little genius, are you wise and proficient in martial arts? You should answer me, did they harm the two children in the cellar?" Arkham recalled what the bald man said about the war orphans. He said with a complicated expression, "Why do I feel that they are still somewhat sincere in their treatment of children, and they will not kill them cruelly. Comparing their feelings, those little brats stood up to face our sharp blades."
"Is it possible that the lion-headed spider is not as evil as you think?"
Karl sneered,
"What could make a group of sheep attack a lion, and you didn't see the struggle and pleading in the eyes of those children? I think their last aggressive behavior was influenced by some external force, such as the tattoos on their wrists!"
"Okay, even if you are right," Arkham threw a piece of firewood into the campfire, "Where did the murderous big cats and spiders come from? There are no traces in the temple! It's a bad omen. The **** is good at cursing, but he can’t summon monsters out of thin air, right?”
Karl silently took a sip of chrysanthemum tea from his sip, a look of thought flashed in his eyes, and the faces of the bald man and the bearded man suddenly appeared in his mind...the mysterious sniffing movements of the two men... The invisible pressure it puts on him...the weird attitude.
The hazy thread quickly connected.
"I understand. Our investigation was in the wrong direction at the beginning. We fell into a blind spot in our thinking. Those two evil beasts did not invade the temple from the outside at all. Maybe they have been staying inside the temple, so outsiders have no way of knowing."
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"What do you mean? Didn't we search the entire temple."
"Use your brain and think about it carefully. Regarding the God of Bad Omens, Mr. Roy once told us several adventures he experienced personally!"
Arkham slapped the back of his head suddenly, his eyes lit up, and he stood up suddenly, circling excitedly around the bonfire, "The bear-headed man Nevillen on the outskirts of Vizima (True Love Like Blood...The Temerian Princess Vampire Bird Yada (comes to chase evil, the leader of the acrobatic troupe, the werewolf Aaron, and a pair of bird children (please close your eyes when it gets dark...) They are human beings, but they are covered with animal skins, because they are all attacked by the **** of evil omens. The priest cursed!"
"So the power of the curse can transform humans into powerful monsters!"
"A curse is also a kind of power in a sense."
Karl stared at the flames and said loudly,
"What we are looking for is not a lynx or a spider at all, but a leopard man, a tiger man, or a spider man transformed from a human being?"
"Thinking further, the most likely cursed persons are Bruzi and Dino who are beside Daisy, the priest of the **** of ominous omens!"
"They manage the temple. They want to clear away traces and conceal the truth. It couldn't be easier!"
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The moon rose, and the bright moonlight and jumping bonfire illuminated Arkham's shocked face. ~IndoMTL.com~So, the murderer we are looking for has been strutting in front of us? Are you still misleading us with your nonsense? ”
Arkham smiled with shame.
This fact is absurd, ridiculous, but logical.
"Well, I'm leaning toward this answer."
"But why did they brutally kill two children? Specifically using painful death as a sacrifice to the **** of evil omens?"
"If you deliberately treat children as consumables for the purpose of sacrifice, I don't think there will be so many surviving orphans." Karl thought for a while and shook his head, "As for the specific reasons, it has nothing to do with us."
"Now it's time to think about what to do next? Although we don't want to admit it, we are just two real rookies. The first lesson the teacher taught us is to choose an evenly matched opponent! The God of Omens is not in this category. I suggest going to Long Essett to contact the brothers and teachers first."
"Haven't you killed enough water ghosts yet? You don't know how to grasp the opportunity that is available for you to show off your skills? We must find out quickly!" Arkham raised his eyebrows, grabbed the horse braid and gently slapped the scorpion's **** With a whip, he sang the opposite tune, "If you give up halfway, what qualifications do you have to brag to the guys in the future!"
"Is it all **** in your head, so you can't learn to assess the situation?" Carl shook his head and said worriedly, "Anyway, I don't want Vicky to be a widow at a young age."
"She is not yet fifteen years old, and she has never held your hand. She is a slutty widow! By the way, I have a piece of evidence here!" Akam took out the dirty girl from the saddle bag. The firelight revealed the colorful patches and long-dried blood on the doll, and Angoulin's roaring words came to his mind.
Why don't you ask it!
The corners of Arkham's mouth curved slightly, and he tore off the patch,
"Why did you kill those two children? Maybe the answer lies in this!"