Knight Lords: Infinite Simulation and the Path of Light

Chapter 198: Hunter and Prey

"Either kill me and open the exit, or be killed by me and become my prey~~~~~~~"

As the werewolf Sindin finished speaking, knowing that this damned werewolf had no intention of letting them go, the hunters stopped talking. As believers of the hunting god Helheim, it was normal to crave life, but they would never continue to beg for mercy after being refused.

As hunters, they naturally possess the pride of hunters. Just like how they usually treat their prey, whether to kill or not is entirely up to them. As for whether they will let go of the prey after it begs for mercy, it all depends on their mood.

So, after confirming the werewolf's intentions, the remaining two and a half hunters stopped talking, exchanged glances, and understood each other's thoughts.

Kill the other, or be killed by the other; things become so simple and straightforward.

Whoosh whoosh whoosh~~~~
The lame hunter, who had been hanging diagonally behind the two hunters, suddenly darted out from behind them. He quickly drew his hunting longbow three times. As a novice speed hunter, he was already quite proficient in using the ranger's combat skill of Triple Crippling.

The arrows on the werewolf Sinding's body were the result of the lame hunter's attacks. This was because the werewolf was determined to kill the hunter first, despite the consequences of being pierced by other hunters. However, the hunter's caution prevented Sinding from succeeding, and in the end, he only managed to break the hunter's leg.

Faced with three arrows hurtling towards him, the werewolf tried to dodge again, but his injuries clearly hampered his movements. He barely managed to dodge two arrows before the third one pierced his right leg.

The remaining two hunters launched their attack the instant the lame hunter fired his arrow. As the hunter who survived to the end, he naturally possessed extraordinary skills.

The two men positioned themselves in a pincer movement, one on the left and one on the right.

Despite being attacked from both sides, the werewolf did not choose to break through one of them. Instead, it rushed towards the gap between the two, with only one target: the limping hunter who was preparing for the next round of shooting.

Seeing the werewolf's actions, the two hunters clearly understood its intentions and instantly moved closer to block the werewolf's attack.

After all, their only advantage right now is their numbers. If the werewolves kill the lame hunter, then being in a one-on-two situation is essentially no different from being in a one-on-one situation.

However, as a high-level hunter, the werewolf Sinding naturally understood this principle. If he didn't deal with the crippled hunter and continued to wear him down, his injuries would increase, the balance of victory would shift, and he would no longer have an absolute advantage.

In an instant, Sindin had already made his decision.

Faced with two hunting knives slashing at him, Sindin chose not to dodge or evade, but to withstand the hunters' attacks head-on. At the same time, his claws reached out to grab the heads of the two hunters.

Faced with this scene of mutual destruction, the two hunters were clearly scared. In the final moment, the instinct for survival overcame the hunters' desire to attack, and they withdrew their weapons for defense.

The werewolf, rushing towards them, looked at the scene before him with a mocking smile.

Only you can be the final victor in this trial. You bunch of cowardly trash who are afraid of death, you don't deserve to survive the great Helsing Championship Trial.

As Sinding approached the two hunters, his wolf claws slashed fiercely at their heads. Although their arms were covered in blood from the hunters' defensive blades, the two hunters, sent flying, had no chance to stop the werewolf from attacking the one-legged hunter.

Seeing that the werewolf had easily breached the defenses of his two allies, the lame hunter, who was preparing for the next round of three crippling shots, suddenly widened his pupils. Ignoring his still trembling fingers, he forcibly took three arrows from his quiver and shot them at the werewolf.

However, because the interval was too short, the lame hunter's fingers could not support him to fire continuously. The three arrows he managed to fire were much slower and less lethal than the previous ones.

Despite this, Sinding didn't dodge the three arrows flying towards him; instead, he chose to take the hit head-on, knowing that opportunity was precious even for a werewolf. Sinding could sense that the two hunters he had swatted away were rapidly returning in pursuit.

The sound of flesh being torn apart rang out simultaneously. As the three arrows pierced the werewolf's chest, the werewolf's large mouth also bit into the lame hunter's neck. The powerful impact instantly snapped the lame hunter's neck, and his body went limp, turning into a tattered sack.

After rushing forward more than ten meters, Xinding spat out the drunken hunter he had been holding, turned around and looked at the two hunters a few meters away.

"Hey~~~ let's enjoy this last moment of pleasure. Show me your full skills and resolve, and don't let me down."

At this moment, the werewolf, covered in blood and riddled with wounds, looked like a demon god emerging from hell. This kind of killing, this kind of hunting, this kind of thrilling pleasure at the limits of life was simply intoxicating for Sinding.

Almost there~~~~ Almost there~~~
Once he gets rid of these two bastards, he will receive the final reward: the divine blessing from Helsing.

Watching the lame hunter die a gruesome death before their eyes, the two men exchanged a glance, both involuntarily swallowing hard. They felt a pang of regret for their earlier actions, and at the same time, a sense of dread and fear arose in their hearts towards this mad and cunning werewolf.

Before the trial began, this hunter named Sindin was the least noticeable of the twenty. Unexpectedly, it was this unremarkable guy who would become the champion.

Run!
It is impossible to escape. In this trial, fleeing in panic like a weak prey will only bring greater pleasure and joy to the hunter.

kill! ! ! ! !

As if to bolster their own morale, the two hunters roared and launched an attack on the werewolf.

Faced with the hunters' attack, the werewolf Sindin narrowed his eyes slightly, a look of enjoyment on his face. He had killed these eight excellent hunters one by one through his bravery, wisdom, skill, and decisiveness. Surely Helsing would be satisfied.

With only two more attackers remaining, there was no longer any danger for Sinding. Now it was time to truly enjoy the hunt, even though his injuries were still quite severe.

But the overwhelming strength and mentality allowed Sindrin to play with a cat-and-mouse mentality.

The fight was fierce, blood splattered everywhere. The two hunters' resistance was no longer very effective, and their mental breakdown ultimately affected their physical condition.

Their movements slowed down, and their attacks became increasingly ineffective. After a few angry roars, everything returned to calm.

The two men, having lost their will to fight, did not cause the werewolf much trouble. After inflicting two wounds, each over ten centimeters long, the werewolf ended their lives.

For Shindin, the numerous wounds, large and small, all over his body are medals and honors.

Having completed the final hunt, Sindin knelt on the ground with his arms slightly outstretched, as if in prayer.

However, the werewolf, who had been kneeling on the ground waiting for a while, did not receive any response. Just when the werewolf was somewhat confused, it seemed as if he had received some kind of response.

He suddenly stood up, turned around and looked towards where Haven was hiding. His chest swelled up rapidly, and he flew towards the top of the cliff using the waves.

Haven, who was crouching by the bushes watching the show, was startled by the werewolf's sudden roar and stumbled and fell.

"Who are you!!!!!" This unexpected appearance enraged the werewolf Sinding. As a top hunter, he was shocked to find something right under his nose that he hadn't even realized was there.

He only realized this was a great insult to Sindin after being reminded by his own god.

"Huh? Huh!"

"Don't rush. If I said I just happened to come here, would you believe me?"

Looking at the werewolf whose mane was standing on end, Haven gave an awkward laugh. The werewolf's expression clearly showed that he didn't approve.

"I think we can talk this out..."

But the werewolf Sinding, already caught up in the moment, didn't want to listen to Haven's ramblings. The intense humiliation made Sinding feel the blood rushing to his brain, and his breathing became heavy.

The werewolf's body tensed up suddenly, like a spring that had been storing energy. When the energy reached its peak, it was released. With the help of its sharp claws, Sindin climbed up the almost vertical 90° rock face.

Haven, who was standing on the edge of the cliff trying to persuade the werewolf to sit down and talk, couldn't help but take a deep breath as he watched the werewolf climb up like a nimble gecko.

"Holy shit, this is absolutely infuriating!!!!"

Seeing the other party's menacing demeanor, as if they intended to kill him, Haven had no choice but to temporarily abandon the idea of ​​communicating with them.

He took a deep breath, his chest slightly bulging, watching the werewolf getting closer and closer.

The next moment~~
'Voice, Sloth, Da'

An invisible force shoved the charging werewolf away. Caught off guard, the werewolf, who was charging at high speed, crashed into the ground like a speeding heavy truck, even faster than when it had charged forward.

Looking down at the dust billowing around him, Haven cast a Light Feather spell on himself and floated down from the cliff dozens of meters high.

After Haven landed, the werewolf, still somewhat dazed from the fall, struggled to his feet.

His gaze toward Havent was now filled with vigilance and wariness. His mind, which had been clouded by passion, had calmed down, and his green eyes were fixed on Havent.

"Who are you? How did you get in here?!"

Hearing this familiar question, Haven's lips twitched involuntarily. It seemed that everyone here knew they didn't belong.

"It seems you're planning to have a serious talk. That's great."

"This is a long story, but to put it simply, I found the statue."

He pointed with his finger to the stone statue of Helsin on the altar not far away.

"I stared at that stone statue for a few moments before I was teleported here. Could you please tell me how to leave this place? I have a lot of things to take care of, and my children at home are waiting for me to eat."

The werewolf's expression slowly darkened. As a devout follower of Helsing, Sindin was well aware of what this situation meant.

"Prepare to die!!!!"

Watching the werewolf who was just communicating one moment and then flipping the table the next, Haven quickly retreated while complaining about the werewolf's unfairness.

Barely dodging the werewolf's attack, Haven rolled to the side of the dead hunter, picked up the hunter's knife, and held it horizontally in front of his chest.

"Hey~~~ That's a bit rude of you. If you don't want to talk, then don't talk. Why did you have to resort to violence?"

But the werewolf ignored Havent's complaints. His injuries had worsened after falling from the cliff after being hit by Havent's dragon roar, making the werewolf realize that if he delayed any longer, the future would be uncertain.

After adjusting his stance, he launched another attack on Haven.

Seeing the opponent's fierce approach and unable to quickly cast a powerful spell, Haven chose to trust his own combat skills. He slightly bent his knees, reversed his grip on the jungle hunting knife to his right hand, and leaned his body slightly forward.

'Step forward and chop~~~~'

Two figures quickly passed each other.

With a sharp crack, Haven's hunting knife broke in two from the middle, and a spurt of blood spurted from his shoulder.

On the other side, the werewolf's massive body suddenly crashed to the ground. Its left leg, which had just been pierced by the lame hunter, was cut in half by Havent's fierce attack, with bright red flesh exposed and even the white leg bone visible.

"Look, it has to be this way. I just want to leave here. I have no interest in your trials. I just want to go back."

The werewolf lying on the ground struggled to roll over, its green eyes fixed on Haven:
"The Demon God has chosen you and invited you to participate, so there can only be one outcome in this trial: there can only be one winner."

As he spoke, Sindin struggled to his feet and assumed an attacking stance once again.

"Since you are not prepared to be a hunter, and lack the necessary awareness, then the ultimate victor of this trial can only be me, and will definitely be me!!!!"

Seeing the werewolf charging towards him with its mouth wide open and a limp, Havent's previously calm expression vanished.

"It feels awful to be pushed around like that~~~~"

After saying this, Haven threw away the broken knife in his hand, pulled out the hunting spear stuck in the hunter's body, and walked towards the werewolf. As he walked, his pace became faster and faster, and finally he charged at full speed with the spear in hand.

(End of this chapter)