This sudden female voice was hollow and ethereal, and everyone had heard her voice here more than once. [[ ?{＜Hao Ren turned around and saw a woman in white standing less than five meters behind him.
, she wore a long dress worn by upper-class women more than two centuries ago. Her hair was light brown and rolled up into a bun, with two strands hanging from behind her ears to her chest. Her appearance was noble and dignified, with an aristocratic temperament.
Just as seen in the portrait before.
Hao Ren's eyes stayed on the other person for a while, and he saw that the edge of the woman's body was slightly trembling and translucent: just like the information he had learned before, this was an undead.
There is no doubt that she is the ghost who has mysteriously warned many times before.
"Are you finally willing to show up?" Hao Ren looked at the woman not far away, "I thought you planned to just watch."
"It's not that I finally showed up, but that you finally came to my place," the undead woman said calmly, with an ethereal sound in her voice, "I didn't expect that you could really find this place. Very few people can reach this level of space.
...who are you?"
Hao Ren couldn't help but think of the little evil thought body that was staying in the can. He still remembered that it was only after the little thing suddenly started to make a violent fuss that the space deflected, and he and his group were able to enter this "second level realm", although it was very difficult.
It's hard to explain how a weak evil spirit can have such ability, but the matter in front of me seems to be related to the little guy.
But he couldn't explain this to the undead in front of him, so he just nodded: "We just have our own way."
The female undead didn't seem to be interested in this question. She looked at Hao Ren and others curiously: "Why are you here? I can feel that you have a strong goal, but it is not treasure, nor magical knowledge, nor is it
Just out of curiosity...Many people come here, and all they pursue are these three things. What are you pursuing?"
"We are looking for Hercules," Hesperius stepped forward, "We are looking for the artifact he took away."
"Ah... the worst of all bad answers," the female undead sighed, "You are pursuing the most dangerous thing, and there are still people pursuing that thing..."
Hao Ren waved his hand and interrupted the undead woman's words: "Wait a minute, you'd better not jump to conclusions so hastily, first find out who we are and then talk about the person who just spoke. She is one of the only survivors of the Olympus family.
One, Hesperus.”
"Ethnics of Olympus?" The expression on the female undead's face seemed to have finally changed, "Why, why did the survivors of Olympus suddenly come out to look for Hercules and that artifact?"
"It's not what I'm looking for, it's my friend." Hesperius raised his hand and pointed at Vivian, "Do you know who she is?"
The female undead looked at Vivian for a while, then shook her head slightly: "I don't know her. Even if I knew her before, I don't know her now... Ah, I have been dead for more than two centuries, and there are not many things I can remember now."
"Vivian Ancesta, the most ancient alien, you should still remember these," Vivian said lightly, an aura of an elder slowly unfolded, "That piece of Hercules'
Artifact... Now I suspect that thing stole part of my power. I found the record of the artifact from your demon hunter's files and traced it to this point, but now it seems that this matter is bigger than I thought.
It’s even more complicated.”
"The countess who summoned the red moon?!" The female undead was really impressed by this thunderous name. "You said you found records from our demon hunters' files... How is this possible? That information should be in Corpus.
…”
Hao Renqing coughed: "Well, we have been to Corpus more than once. The outside world has been turned upside down. The war between demon hunters and aliens has just ended. We have found the root of the innate hostility and hunting instinct and have completely eliminated it.
'Curse'. Ah, now is not the time to talk about this. If you are interested, we can explain it slowly later. Now you tell us about this place first..."
"No, tell me the changes outside first." The female undead suddenly stood up and floated to a place less than one meter in front of Hao Ren. Her face was as cold as ice. "What you said sounded like fantasy to me. This made me even more confused."
I can’t believe you. You are approaching a dangerous secret. I don’t know if you are seeking your own death or if you are confident, so come and convince me and let me believe you!”
The stubbornness and moodiness of the undead are well known to everyone, and Hao Ren also knew that if he wanted to understand what was going on here, he had to gain the trust of the female undead in front of him, so he did not shirk, sighed and began to explain the identity of his group and the current hunter.
In the situation between demons and aliens, he focused on describing his adventures in Corpus, which was a huge reliance on his persuasion.
Of course, he still kept some secrets that were not suitable to be told to outsiders.
The whole narration process lasted for nearly an hour, because the undead woman would always interrupt and ask some questions. In the end, when Hao Ren finished talking about the establishment of the Shadow Council and the situation of Corpus being overwhelmed, the undead woman
Finally I stopped asking questions.
"The world is turned upside down, the world is turned upside down..." the female undead sighed softly, "If I hadn't experienced similar things personally, how could I dare to believe that the 'hunting instinct' is a shackles that can be removed... However, your understanding of Corpus
It cannot be faked. The scene in the clock tower in the spiritual world is unimaginable to ordinary people without personal experience. Then, I am willing to believe you, 50%."
Hao Ren breathed out, thinking that having five achievements was already pretty good. He had not mentioned the fact that the first saint was reborn as a husky by mistake, and the thirteenth saint was the ancestor of the vampire next to him. These two things were not mentioned.
If I say it out loud, I'm afraid it will take more effort, because any demon hunter with a normal mind and who has not experienced the Battle of Corpus will definitely not believe this. Instead of saying it out and wasting words, it is better to suppress it for the time being.
For this reason, he just pushed Lily's head back three times in a row: The dog girl had been trying to interrupt just now. She especially wanted people to come over and pay homage to the late emperor...
"My name is Hathaway," the female undead finally said her name, which was a signal that she was willing to cooperate. "If you have any questions, just ask. I have a lot of time here."
Vivian spoke first: "Why do demon hunters get together with aliens? Your hunting instinct and Hercules' innate hostility have also disappeared? Is it really the power of that artifact?"
"It seems that you really don't know the situation of that 'artifact'," Hathaway looked into Vivian's eyes, probably because she has seen through everything after death. When she faced Vivian, she was not as young as usual.
Nervous and restrained like a demon hunter or an alien, "You only know that it carries your power, but you don't know that it also contains a secret that is far more profound than your power. We were originally a team responsible for hunting Hercules.
There were twelve of us in the team. On the west side of France, we set up a trap and fought fiercely for ten days and nights with Hercules, who held the artifact. During that battle, we had mutual hostility.
It disappeared. Master Mohaben was the first to notice the strange situation, and he happened to also know something about the research on the 'hunting instinct' within the sect... There is no need to elaborate on the details after this. In short, in the end, we and Hai
Gris made an armistice."
Hao Ren thought about the news he got from Bai Huo: "Ah, I remembered, I have seen records about you in the demon hunter's files: the last hunt for Hercules, there were twelve
The whereabouts of the demon hunter are unknown, and it is suspected that he died together with the hunting target. Is it you? Is it you who lied?"
Hathaway nodded silently in recognition.
Hesperius asked: "Because you know that you will become a 'heretic' if you return to the cult, and you are unwilling to continue hunting aliens even though you know that there is a problem with your hunting instinct, so you simply chose
Defect?"
"We did not betray the Order," Hathaway said, taking this issue very seriously. "We just stayed anonymous and used our own methods to find out the truth."
"Okay, we won't discuss this kind of issue. After all, the Demon Hunter Order two centuries ago was still different from modern times. At that time, not having the hunting instinct was a fatal matter." Hao Ren waved his hand, "Our topic
Back to the 'artifact', I want to know what it is, what is hidden in it, and... what have you done to this place?"
"We built a prison to imprison a crazy Lord of Nightmares," Hathaway turned her head and looked at the narrow window, which was in the direction of the village. "You may have seen its surface form in the real world.
But here, this is where the prison really lies. As for that artifact, it's a long story. The core of that thing wasn't even something created by the Olympian 'gods' themselves. They just took it from something older and more ancient.
It was stolen from the hands of powerful beings."
Hathaway said and glanced at Vivian: "Not from your hands." (To be continued.) 8