Simmons poked the tip of his cane into the ground and drew the last symbol of the seal on the moon's surface.
Next, those moon landing survivors who put on oxygen masks stood on the complete seal and began to recite the prayers recorded in the books that can communicate with the gods.
However... nothing happened.
As far as the eye can see, there is an endless expanse of withered and gray color, without any trace of wisdom or life.
While Simons was trying to pray to communicate with the moon, his original excitement calmed down slightly, and then gradually became heavier.
Going to the moon is millions of times easier than I imagined, but communicating with the moon is naturally difficult and confusing.
Because there is no direction... What kind of existence is the moon? Does it have wisdom? Is it even a real god or a so-called artifact? I don't know anything.
Not only that, the Dharma Seal is just a incomplete blank slate, and all it can provide are the prayers of alienated mortals like them.
"Lack of materials... If we have the blood of this god's family, maybe we can succeed?"
Just when Simmons and others felt at a loss what to do, Zhang Zicheng's voice suddenly sounded: "Wait a minute, someone else has entered the portal. Is it someone you know?"
On the moon where there is no air vibration, only Zhang Zicheng's voice can be heard by everyone.
Simmons turned around and saw a familiar figure flying out of a portal that continued to spit out high-pressure air not far away.
The hunter's hat in the sky was lifted off, revealing his face covered with bandages, and his hand was still holding a curled-edged boning knife that was stained with rust and blood.
It was the crazy hunter who killed everyone outside in the last nightmare.
The portal has not been closed, so a small air outlet will not have any impact on the earth's atmosphere even if it is open for a week. Zhang Zicheng thought that he might take these people back in the future to avoid the high-speed negative pressure problem again.
Just keep the portal open and allow the air circulation to gradually stabilize.
So as soon as the hunter approached the square, he was sucked into the portal by the negative pressure of the moon, and then was thrown high into the sky by the hurricane. He didn't have time to be pulled down by the moon's gravity.
But Simmons raised his head and saw a hint of extreme ecstasy in the other person's bandaged facial features.
The next moment, the hunter was seen adjusting his figure in mid-air and landing lightly on the head of a short, fat praying man.
He bent his legs and squatted down, swung the boning knife in his hand silently, and instantly chopped off his head wearing an oxygen mask.
The hood covering his face and a ball of mucus wearing an oxygen mask suddenly floated into the air.
You can even see two solitary eyeballs looking in all directions in the mucus.
The body of the short and fat chanter quickly ran out with a bounce, stretching out his hands that were also filled with transparent mucus, trying to catch his head.
Although the quality of the part of the head is not important, the eyes that can see things inside are important.
A blood-stained leather glove stretched out, grabbed the breathing mask in the air, and put it on the hunter's face. Only then did he take a deep breath again, freely and enjoyably.
Obviously, he understood the magical function of this mask the moment he came to the moon.
Then, the hunter opened his eyes, completely ignoring the other prayers, and opened his arms facing the moon and said enthusiastically: "Moon God! Moon God! Are you here to pick me up?"
"Can I become your heir?"
"How magnanimous, please show up! Let me conceive! I will definitely become your stepson and give birth to myself from the echo of blood!"
His roar was extremely fanatical and earnest, but only Zhang Zicheng could hear what he said through the system translation.
In the eyes of others, the hunter's cry blends into the dark night sky, making no sound.
"Drink!"
Kratos’s voice rings in everyone’s ears without any medium.
A flying ax suddenly shattered one of the hunter's arms. A large ball of bloody ice shards exploded on the moon, splashing in all directions like slow motion.
"Damn, you won't just hack him to death, right?" Zhang Zicheng's claws were numb.
You must not die. I also want to quickly find an understanding brother to ask about the world view of this universe.
When he heard the hunter's words, he had already controlled Kratos to throw the throwing axe. Because the distance was too close, it was too late to cancel the attack.
Zhang Zicheng looked at the screen nervously and found that the hunter just screamed in pain inside the oxygen mask, took two steps back, and pressed the blade of the boning knife against his wound.
Fortunately, Kratos' ax was full of ice energy, which helped stop the bleeding almost as soon as he chopped his arm into pieces.
Seeing that he didn't bleed too much, the hunter didn't seem to care at all. He just looked left and right, his eyes exposed under the bandage looking a little dazed: "Moon God? Where are you? Why haven't you shown up yet? I've already done this.
I'm ready, I'm ready to take on big responsibilities!"
As he said that, the bandage hunter looked at Kratos, his white eyes with black eyes revealed an inhuman aura, and a white mist rose from the oxygen mask: "I understand, this is still a test for me, right?
Another massacre, another fight."
"I will do it, I will drink his blood, ingest the echo of his blood, and be sublimated."
"Until... I have intercourse with your flesh and blood!"
While talking to himself feverishly, the hunter rushed out without thinking, wielding the boning knife with one hand, and struck at Kratos.
Unfortunately, the moon's gravity is too small to provide adequate grip.
But after all, the hunter has experienced hundreds of battles and faced countless monsters. He immediately lowered the tilt angle of his body and instead used the weak gravity to rush towards Kratos like a cannonball.
The boning knife slashed at Kratos' unprotected chest from bottom to top.
Blood splattered, Kratos groaned, and a ball of blood splashed out from his body.
hp-1
Zhang Zicheng watched helplessly as the blood bar in the lower left corner of the screen fell off.
But it's not bad... Probably Kratos' defense is in sync with the description in his setting, instead of being beaten to death by mobs for the sake of gameplay like in the game.
However, because he is a game character, even though he only lost a drop of blood, his defense was broken after all, and Kratos seemed to be seriously injured as if he had suffered real damage. Such feedback made the hunter even more excited and began to violently add attacks. p>
Zhang Zicheng rolled his eyes. With such a weak attack, he couldn't kill Kratos even in a day, so he simply put down the controller and didn't bother to fight back. Instead, he thought about how to capture the opponent alive and ask for information.
But no one noticed that the blood that the hunter had previously exploded was like blood-colored ice crystal snow flakes, slowly falling on the seal drawn by Simmons and others.
As he fought with Kratos, Kratos' blood also splashed on the ground.
The blood of the God of War melted the frozen blood of the hunter and soaked the rocky ground of the moon together.
The next moment, the seal drawn by Simmons began to emit a hazy white light.
The white stardust that looked familiar to Zhang Zicheng began to float slowly from the ground.
Simmons' attention was also drawn away from the battle between the two, and he looked at the strange phenomenon on the ground in amazement.
"Is that...the blood of a family with the aura of a god?"
The earth began to tremble silently.
Those rational people standing on the moon can hardly keep their bodies steady.
Only Kratos looks like a wax figure with legs embedded in the ground, making pain sounds from time to time as the hunter attacks.
But Zhang Zicheng could see clearly that even the blood skin he had originally dropped was automatically filled up.
Suddenly, countless white tentacles stretched out from the cracks in the earth, like a world tree connecting the sky and the earth. Then these tentacles softened and twisted together.
In the end, a huge monster with a slender body, countless long tails at the end, and a head looming in the hazy and dreamy white stardust was formed.
He stands between heaven and earth, incomparably divine and beautiful. With his head lowered, everyone can feel His majestic gaze.
Every rational person who comes to the moon lowers his head deeply, trembles all over, and dare not look into the eyes of such a being.
I'm afraid that just one glance...will make me become the other person's eternal and fanatical pursuer.
"Finally appeared! The evil god in this universe's world view!"
Zhang Zicheng's eyes shined.
It's like seeing the terrifying ape erectus of its prey.