Pedro widened his eyes: "You..."
The curse hadn’t left his lips yet when the Rhein Knight next to Fig raised his sword, piercing through Pedro’s chest, abruptly halting his voice.
"Angry, aren’t you? But alas, this is our true opinion of you — neighbors’ barking hounds. If you bark fiercely, we’ll co to whip you; if not, we’ll just pretend not to see." Fig said, "After all, you’re nothing more than a bunch of godless bastards, not worth our attention. Frankly, we monitor Lyra and Holy Sound, both Orthodox, more than you Esoteric ones."
Pedro’s teeth were about to shatter from clenching.
"But you’re indeed quite surprising, actually dreaming of becoming a god. When I first heard the news, I couldn’t believe it." Fig laughed and said, "But seeing that even you, one of the Wildfire Five Church Leaders, have been cast out to delay us, it seems it’s true."
Pedro said, "I won’t tell you anything more."
"Haha, do you think I still need it?" Fig raised his head, his gaze passing over countless Wildfire believers’ corpses, landing in the valley ahead, "Your sacred land is now right before . Tsk, truly pathetic. Godless bastards, you still need to borrow the power of Senluo, a dead god. What can such a new god achieve even if it descends?"
"You’ll find out!" Pedro scread hysterically, "The Lord will kill all of you... all of you!"
"Really?" Fig laughed and said, "Then I’ll be watching closely."
With that, Fig stepped over Pedro’s head.
The following knights quickly stepped forward and beheaded Pedro, then everyone rushed toward the Final Land — the Senluo Sacrificial Arena.
...
"Are you not ready yet?"
"Al-Almost! Just give a bit more ti!"
"Done is done, not done is not done, what does a bit more ti an... You’ve been preparing for a long ti already, the sky’s getting dark." Ivana tilted her head, looking at Vic sitting under the long spear, "If it really doesn’t work, shall I do it?"
"You do it?" Vic looked at Ivana surprised.
"Yes." Ivana nodded, "I’ve tried before, and I even succeeded."
"...If you didn’t succeed, you’d be dead, right?" Vic’s mouth twitched, "But how did you manage it?"
"Don’t belittle people, okay... Besides, it’s actually not that hard." Ivana hesitated before pointing to the long spear, "Grandmother told , the God of Senluo just wants the hunter’s courage, not their life, so when you dare to grab the Thunder Spear, you’ve already proven your courage. Just don’t throw it too far off, the Thunder Spear will find its position by itself."
"It can be done like this?!"
"Of course." Ivana said, "Don’t believe it? Let do it."
Vic was tempted.
The thought seed to sprout in his mind again.
Yes, let her do it.
She’s volunteered herself, even if it fails, it’s her own issue, nothing to do with .
Having soone else willing to take the risk is the best thing, right?
This thought was growing wildly in Vic’s mind, like bamboo shoots after rain, he couldn’t help but agree, his body leaning forward involuntarily.
But at this mont, another voice echoed in his mind.
"Now, you are the last hunter of Senluo."
Vic’s leaning body imdiately shrank back.
"Let do it." Vic said, "I’ll prepare a bit more, I can definitely do it."
Seeing Vic shrink back again, Ivana felt very anxious inside.
Because according to the Wildfire believers’ requirent, she was supposed to help Vic open this gate... but it had to be upon Vic’s request.
Though she didn’t know why such a requirent was necessary, as long as it could make her grandmother co back to life, she was willing to do anything.
That’s why she told Vic it wasn’t that dangerous; technically, the Holy Daughter isn’t allowed to reveal this information to the hunter to avoid affecting the hunter’s courage.
But for her, these things weren’t important anymore.
"Actually, there’s no point in being stubborn about this, right?" Ivana turned to look back, only persuading Vic again when she found Bai Wei not behind, "If this isn’t your strength, then skip over and let do it. When it cos to sothing you excel in, you can take over. Don’t you want to find that little wolf? Are you just going to stay stuck here?"
Even though Ivana said this, Vic remained motionless, only murmuring: "I am the last hunter of Senluo."
"So what?" Ivana said, "I’m the last Holy Daughter of Senluo, what’s the point?"
"There is." Vic said, "Because I haven’t done anything since becoming a hunter."
"Huh?"
"Yes." Vic took out a small music box from his pocket, then gently said, "Back when I was in Yade Town, I accepted my first mission, to help a little girl find her parents. But her parents were already dead, and I haven’t delivered the news back until now."
"I haven’t protected anyone either. Ade is gone. The old hunter Ryan, who gave hunter’s blood and made a formal hunter, died protecting ."
"Even on this journey, I’ve been protected by Priest Ulu all the way, and he’s a disabled man."
"So..." Vic lowered his head, "I want to try and see if there’s anything I can achieve. If I can’t achieve anything, even if I find Ade, there will be no way to protect it later."
Ivana opened her mouth, unsure what to say for a mont.
After a while, she spoke again: "Why did you want to beco a hunter?"
"Why beco a hunter?"
"Yes, why beco a hunter?" Ivana whispered, "The God of Senluo is already dead, so in this era, why do you still want to beco a hunter?"
Why beco a hunter?
Ivana was not only asking Vic, but also herself.
If she hadn’t been bound by the so-called mission here, she and her grandmother would have left long ago.
In that case, they wouldn’t need to eat wild fruits every day, or guard the empty deep mountains all day long. Her grandmother wouldn’t have died because she couldn’t get treatnt when she fell ill.
She hated this identity as the Holy Daughter, hated this mission.
If possible, she wanted to get rid of all of it, throw it all away.
So she didn’t understand why what she desperately wanted to discard was sothing others wished to gain.
Why beco a hunter.
This question was posed to Vic, as old hunter Ryan had once asked the sa, but at that ti Vic didn’t know how to answer.
Actually, he still didn’t know now.
So why exactly?
Vic hugged his legs and began to ponder.
He should know the answer.
The world quieted down.
Voices began to gradually echo in his mind.
...
"Kid! Do you see what you’ve adopted?! It’s a wolf, not a dog!"
"So what?"
"So what? Wolves are untamable beasts, once grown they’ll eat you!"
"Ade won’t, I trust him."
"Get lost! I don’t believe it! Either butcher it now, or leave with it! This town doesn’t allow wolves!"
"Then I’ll leave."
...
"Can you give sothing to eat? I can help you with work."
"No way! Get far away, kid with the wolf! You’re not welco here."
...
"What’s beside that kid?! My god, such a big wolf! Quick, kill it before it bites us!"
...
Wandering, exhaustion.
The whole world seed to have no place for them.
In the endless flying snow, he saw a boy in thin clothes sitting on the snow, clearly shivering from cold but without a trace of resentnt, still enthusiastically showing off a broken book he had found from sowhere.
"I know, Ade! I can beco a hunter, this way, you’ll be my hound!"
He opened the book, on the yellowing front page depicting a hunter and hounds in pursuit.
"At that ti, no one will drive us away anymore!"
He said with a smile, teeth as white as snow.
...
Vic’s eyes gradually widened.
He rembered everything.
"So that’s... how it is."
He gently spoke, when suddenly raging thunder roared in his ears, causing him to lift his head, realizing he had unknowingly stood up and triggered the chanism.
Thus, the Thunderbolt Spear appeared again before him.
It was still as fierce, still as filled with might, causing Vic to tremble all over just by looking at it, wanting to kneel.
But he did not kneel, his body moved as if on its own, jumping high to grab the Thunder Spear.
The next second.
Thunder shattered the darkness.
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