Chapter 273 Hunting Time

With nothing to do, Quoke thought about his mission again.

The actions taken by Christopher, Longbed and others were the result of the Doomsday Seekers paying attention to Sasha City for the first time in many years. There had never been a formal member of the Doomsday Seekers in this place in the past, because in the salvation plan formulated by the prophets in the past, such a remote small city was not worth transforming.

But what made the prophets change their minds?

Quoke remembered his mission goal.

His mission was to kill her and intercept what she might take away.

The prophet learned her location from the oracle, so, could others also learn about the purpose of the sect in a similar way?

Quoke was not a clerk responsible for handling paperwork, he was the lowest-level executor.

He did gain enough respect from his colleagues because of his strength and piety, but it did not prevent them from maintaining the principle of confidentiality for him.

He had suspected Chude Osmar before, but then he put aside his suspicion and gave his old mentor a brief trust. But now he picked up his suspicion again, thinking that Osmar asked to go with him because he had obtained intelligence from the Dinong Restoration Society and tried to intercept his target.

If he had not paid attention to this place for a long time, why would Chude Osmar have a piece of land in Revo?

This place is ordinary, unless you consider remoteness as an advantage.

Perhaps Osmar's purpose is the same as his, but whether to break up with him before his true purpose is exposed, Kok has not yet made up his mind.

He was upset and simply stood up and walked to the door and opened it. The strong wind with snow particles blew around his body and blew in. The feeling of blowing on his face was like a cold blade sliding on the skin, which made Osmar shut his mouth instead of him.

Burned Face stopped talking tactfully. Beside him, Pei Lun bent down slightly and looked at him coldly with pure black eyes. The cold wind could not shake the innkeeper.

Precious material - this is Kok's evaluation of Pei Lun after their first meeting.

Given the way of inheritance of secret teachings, it is not easy to find extraordinary people who use secret teachings without background. Pei Lun's appearance is a surprise. Kok knew that he had practiced martial arts, but it was only in the process of controlling him that he discovered that he was a real extraordinary person with secret teachings.

If it weren't for his inability to control him for a long time, Kok would almost consider using him to replace Chude Osmar.

He controlled five people in one breath. Even if four of them were just ordinary people, this was already close to his limit and made him mentally weak. But when the matter here is over, the doctor and his wife and the two painters will no longer need to maintain restraint.

Thinking of this, Kok looked at his old mentor.

Osmar leaned back in a chair and closed his eyes to take a nap.

Kok walked out of the hotel door in annoyance. No one would come here to visit in such weather. Since Pei Lun was here to assist Osmar, there was no need for him to stay here any longer. He was too lazy to look at Osmar's face.

The fat figure crashed into the storm like a white curtain and walked forward without being affected at all.

Seven minutes later, a tall black figure walked out from the end of the street opposite him.

After seeing Kok, the man took off a long axe from his back.

It was a surprise for Clayton to see Kok's figure that no one could imitate appear in the wind and snow. He just tried it casually, but he didn't expect that the hand of glory would really guide him to find the target.

He untied the mosquito slayer without hesitation and stuck it into the ground, then placed the long rifle between the two axe blades and aimed it at the fat body.

He tore a small hole in the paper bag containing gunpowder and poured it into the small hole in the magazine, then the cleaning rod driven by the bolt on the side was pushed back, and then the bullet was loaded. Clayton then bent the bolt that controlled the cleaning rod back and pushed the bullet back, making sure that the bottom of the bullet expanded and matched the rifling.

The percussion cap is not more noble than the matchlock. It is actually the new gunpowder and bullets that provide the power and accuracy advantages.

After completing the loading without distraction, Clayton looked at the somewhat blurry enemy, and the two thoughts of "kill him" and "what to eat later" emerged in his heart at the same time.

Bang!

The gunpowder smoke from the muzzle is smaller than that of ordinary muskets, and it was blown away by the strong wind the moment it appeared.

There is almost no need to aim at such a large target, but there is no shaking in the blurry figure of Quoke. Not only that, the doomsday seeker from the House of Turbulence charged at him.

Clayton's shot had already explained what they should do.

The wind direction was now following Quoke's trajectory. Quoke's broad back was like a sail. With the help of natural thrust, he rushed towards Clayton at an exaggerated speed.

Clayton had the same idea. He threw down his rifle, pulled up the axe from the ground and ran towards the other party backwards. His half-werewolf body expanded to the limit in his clothes, and the axe blade drew a straight gully in the snow behind him.

The two strong bodies ran towards each other like locomotives colliding on the track.

When the collision was approaching, the werewolf's waist suddenly twisted, and the long-handled double-edged axe drew an arc like a golf club and hit Quoke's crotch. This light swing did not even make a sound of wind, but Clayton himself knew how heavy it was.

He seemed to have smelled the smell of blood.

But the next moment, Kuoke let out a sharp scream, his head felt dizzy, and the strength in his hands dissipated a little.

The silver axe blade engraved with gilded patterns seemed to have hit a rubber tree and bounced back violently.

Kuok's steps suddenly stopped, but all the power brought by inertia was concentrated in his forward leaning upper body and thrusting right fist.

Clayton took five steps back before stopping. He might have broken a few ribs, but that didn't matter. His eyes were fixed on Kuok's legs. What was exposed in the gap in the cut black pants was not a normal organ, but a layer of pale skin with spiderweb-like bloodshot threads. A blood line also appeared on the surface of this layer of skin, but it was still slowing down. Squirming slowly.

When Clayton realized what it was, he became furious.

"You use the leatherworker's leather that contains evil power to make protective gear?! This is a fucking human being!"

"What's surprising? Didn't you also eat a lot of leatherworkers' meat? Do you still want to accuse me?" Kuok's high-pitched voice sounded in the white world, and he also stepped back. He only took one step back. , but his face twitched slightly, obviously not really uninjured.

"But you have a way to induce living people to become leatherworkers!" the werewolf roared.

Occasionally eating defeated enemies is completely different from deliberately inducing intelligent creatures to degenerate into evil creatures in batches.

Judging from the past misdeeds of the doomsday seekers, he believed that there must be a damn leatherworker farm in the world that provides skins for this group of people. The secret ability of the heart can transform mortals into leatherworkers, and the doomsday seekers almost They all study the secret teachings of the heart, and if there are benefits, there is no reason for this group of people not to do so.

Kuo Ke raised his right hand and moved it toward his forehead, nose, and lips with a solemn expression.

This seems to be a religious ritual.

"The end is coming. Everyone must do something. Evil creatures also need to atone for their sins. They failed to resist corruption. This is the most fundamental sin of "indulgence and lust"."

He looked at Clayton: "Because of Chud Osmar, there are some misunderstandings among us. Maybe we should stop and reduce unnecessary damage."

Clayton wiped his face with his hairy hands and said in a cold tone: "Of course, you can take off Chud Osmar's head and give it to me, and peace will naturally appear."

Everyone knows this is impossible.

This was just Kuok's delaying tactic.

If his ax hadn't hurt Kuok, the man wouldn't have even bothered to tell a lie.

Quok took a sharp breath, and his fat body swelled again. The buttons of his coat flew off one by one, and his height increased to the same level as Clayton.

He bent down, opened his hands like a gold medal wrestler, pinched them hard, and then straightened up again. The flesh covering the joints on the top of his fists retreated around, revealing eight bright silver protruding cones that looked like fingers. As dangerous as a tiger.

There is no doubt that this is the Secret of the Heart simulating the effect of the Secret of the Blade, and maybe the effect of the Secret of the Blood.

Clayton snorted, and he suddenly jumped out of his clothes and turned into a werewolf.

The black, majestic and hairy monster body stood upright. He had already rested for a while after the binding ceremony. As he became more familiar with the werewolf body and absorbed flesh and blood, he was now close to the same size. The three-meter, six-foot-long Mosquito Slayer can be wielded as a one-handed weapon.

That's what he's doing!

Clayton held the handle of the ax with his right hand and raised it sideways. He grabbed the outer blade of the ax with his left hand and then slashed hard. Blood flowed out from the wound in his palm and seeped into this strange object that was always unsatisfied. Its weight began to increase rapidly. Increase.

Fifteen pounds, twenty pounds, twenty-five pounds. Forty pounds.

Its weight didn't stop until it reached forty pounds.

Clayton waved his right hand with satisfaction, and the Mosquito Slayer made a terrible sound of breaking wind in the air.

If the enemy does not bleed, then he will bleed himself. This is only natural.

"Let me see what you can do." He said in a thick voice, his long mouth barely opening and closing to make the sound.

As his thoughts changed, thorn-like thorns protruded from the ebony ax handle and wrapped around his arm, pumping energetically.

It turned out to be a werewolf. Kuo Ke suddenly realized.

The werewolf jumped up high with an ax in both hands, and the black figure broke through the falling snowflakes and slammed towards him.

The ax penetrated Kuok's figure and hit the street ground hard, leaving a terrifying groove.

The werewolf didn't feel the feeling of chopping a real object. It was just an illusion, but its existence was different from the circus magician's magic of disembodiment. Even if Clayton closed his eyes, he would still feel that Quake was hitting him with the axe. That location.

Of course, this is just an illusion.

Kuok once again used Heart Mystery to simulate Shadow Mystery's abilities, and he was no longer in his original position.

So where is Kuok?

Clayton did not consider such a complicated issue. He opened his wolf kiss and let out a deafening roar from his fang-filled mouth.

The falling tracks of snowflakes and wind were shaken by this terrifying sound wave. Kuo Ke stumbled out of the hiding place and regained his ability to be recognized.