Game: I'm a Hunter in the Blood Curse World

Vane could understand Leslie's emotional shift.

As hunters, they spend their lives fighting wild beasts. In the gradual numbness of killing or being killed, the veteran hunters who survive will yearn for powerful opponents.

For hunters, the best medals are not the high-ranking titles given by the Healing Church, but the heads of powerful beasts hanging on their wagons.

Moreover, for an old hunter like Leslie, whose days were numbered, to be able to—

To personally slay the legendary son of evil would be a feat one could boast about to their ancestors for a thousand years after returning to the embrace of the Moon Goddess.

Van En looked at the wicked twins with their wolf-beast bodies, his eyes filled with a hunting desire, but a question lingered in his mind:

In the final stage of the Lu Ting mystery, it was mentioned that he would have to go through a very difficult battle with Leslie.

Although the 300 or so hand-shaped bugs had caused some trouble before, under Leslie's leadership, it was a piece of cake.

"How powerful can this one wicked son be? Four of us against one, the advantage is on our side!"

But before Vann could even have his "advantage" for two seconds, the entire opera house was turned upside down by the roar of the evil twins.

All the red-clothed chairs in the theater made a clicking, mechanical sound as they flipped over and landed on the floor, flattening the theater.

However, many of the chairs had dark holes showing underneath them.

squeak~

click!

With the sound of gears, nearly two hundred rusty iron coffins rose from the openings.

These coffins look very old, and the reliefs on them are all depictions of various alien werewolves being bound.

A chill ran down Fan En's spine. He spat out his previous 'optimism' and gripped the meat saw tightly in his hand.

His intuition told him that the things inside these iron coffins were very difficult to deal with.

He turned to look at Leslie beside him and saw the old hunter staring at the rusty coffins with shock in his eyes.

But there was no time for Vann to ask anything, because after the evil twins stomped on the floor twice, the lids of all the rusty coffins were opened.

Bang!

Bang!

Bang!

……

The incessant sound of coffin lids hitting the ground was like a toppling domino effect.

And those 'things' sealed in the rusty iron coffins were also revealed to Van En and his companions.

They were werewolf monsters with shriveled bodies and human limbs in some parts, some even missing arms or legs, and some even missing half of their heads.

But what surprised Van En the most was:

Unlike wild beasts with only shadowy fur, these werewolves wore various kinds of brass-colored armor.

They even carried strangely shaped weapons, the blades of which were made into curved, snake-like shapes.

Fortunately, they didn't know how long they had been sealed in the iron coffins, and most of their weapons and armor had rusted away.

A sense of otherworldly presence washed over him, making Vann feel as if he had traveled from the steampunk-style 18th century to a place resembling an ancient Egyptian kingdom.

next second!

These "dead" werewolves all opened their scarlet eyes and stared at Van and his trembling bodies.

"Hula ha wu la cha!"

The wicked twins on stage shouted something strange and then leaped into the audience.

The awakened werewolf soldiers roared in their withered throats:

"Lawoo lawoo hucha!"

Bang!

They simultaneously tapped their chest armor with their weapons, and then, like a well-trained army, assembled in three neat rows of infantry in front of Vann and his men, to the left and right.

Even more werewolf soldiers picked up the rotten horns at their waists and blew short, muffled sounds.

Although these werewolf soldiers' weapons and equipment were rotten and their bodies were as broken and mangled as zombies.

But now that they were gathered together, they resembled a battle-hardened elite army, their unique military aura making Fan En feel somewhat dazed.

"The Sinful Brass Legion..."

Leslie named the army, his eyes filled with exhaustion.

He turned to look at Fan En and the other two, and said, "If you can't get through this, just run. The passage I blew up won't stop you."

Leslie's sudden and disheartening words made Van and his men realize that this bronze legion was quite strong.

But having finally made it this far, how could Van and his team give up? Although they still had one more chance, running away was not their style.

Van and the other two immediately gathered around Leslie, effectively rejecting the old hunter's suggestion.

Van En smiled faintly, slightly raised the meat saw, and said:

"Mr. Leslie, what nonsense are you spouting? We didn't even lift a finger before. Just wait and see what we young people have to do!"

Chen Zhihe glanced at Leslie and said, "Old man, you are my patient, I will not abandon you."

Jiang Si didn't speak, his red eyes gleaming as he loaded a new type of arrow into his repeating crossbow.

Fan En turned his head and saw that the front of Jiang Si's crossbow bolts looked like small grenade launchers, and he felt instantly at ease.

Seeing Fan En's gaze, Jiang Si said confidently:

"Let those outdated armies armed with cold weapons taste the firepower of our homeland!"

Fan En nodded, but frowned when he saw that Jiang Si had only loaded 5 explosive crossbow bolts.

"Hehe! This thing is too expensive to make, Brother Fan really can only afford this much."

Jiang Si was a little embarrassed, after all, he had just made a boast.

But Vann didn't care at all, saying, "That's enough. Use it when they're all clustered together!"

"good!"

Jiang Si picked up the repeating crossbow, staring intently at the werewolf legion that had begun to march, his hand steady.

Although Leslie didn't understand the meaning of "firepower coverage," he smiled with satisfaction seeing how motivated Van and the other young people were.

He swept away the heavy disappointment and anger of betrayal in his heart, and his expression returned to calm.

Leslie's eyes gleamed with a deep blue light:

"Very good, children, let's complete this hunt that our ancestors experienced together!"

Snapped!Snapped!Snapped!

The werewolf's brass legion responded with nothing more than spears raised at an angle, longswords raised, and shields erected.

The stagehand and set designer, now transformed into wicked twins, raised a two-handed serpentine greatsword and roared:

"La ah! Whoosh whoosh whoosh boom!"

"Rahu Rahu!"

The werewolf brass legion, which had been sleeping in the iron coffin for countless years, charged towards Van and his men with their weapons raised in perfect unison.

Pfft!

Chen Zhihe was the first to act. He shook the medicine jar on his back and used a large pair of scissors to spray out streams of blue mist that obscured the view.

Van and the others instantly found that their clothes had solidified into a layer of tar-like hard lumps, but their bodies became lighter, and the strength surging from their hearts to their limbs was stronger.

But pairs of scarlet eyes and serpentine weapons still pierced through the fog and reached within five steps of Van En and his men.