hunt and eat

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"It's really sad, can't even die, Tagul?"

Neva, who appeared behind Tagul at some point and hugged the other's neck tightly, said in an ancient tone.

The icy cold wind, with the indistinct white mist, gradually rose in the paler moonlight.

Letting go of the motionless Tagur little by little, the white-haired Neva slowly stood up.

Behind him was the huge full moon, which was close to the hillside, like a background board. In the inexplicable atmosphere, it became shocking like never before.

"But it doesn't matter, I can help you, help you end this long night forever and ever."

"You will die, forget this cruel dream, and wake up again in the sunshine of past memories."

"Or...to regain freedom."

Standing patiently under the moonlight, I waited for more than ten minutes.

Neva, who confirmed that there would be no other answers, was covered with white hair, and on the lower half of the face where the expression could not be seen clearly, a slight arc of unknown meaning gradually appeared.

Under the pale full moon, a pair of moon-shaped forest sickles, under the attack of the howling cold wind, gradually rose until they reached the top of their heads.

The blue illusory flame, with some inexplicable strangeness, began to burn wantonly from the blade to the handle.

"Then... farewell, my beloved brother."

In the whisper, the sickle brought up an illusory blue moon, and slashed across the neck of the ancient tower.

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The cold wind is still howling continuously, as if responding to the silent call in the surrounding dark night.

At a certain moment, the pale moonlight was inexplicably stained with a rich and unmelting blood color.

His gaze skipped below him, the scythe blade was firmly grasped by a dissimilated palm full of black scales, under Neva's face covered by drooping white hair, there seemed to be an incomprehensible incomprehensible message. Cool voice.

"What do you mean by that?"

"After all, are you still greedy for the life that shouldn't belong to you?"

"Well, none of that matters."

Taking a few steps back, Neva looked at the silent man who stood up slowly with his back turned to him, and gradually let out an uncontrollable hoarse laughter from the corner of his mouth.

"After all, we are all hunters."

"The prey you want to harvest, of course you should hunt it yourself!"

"It's the same even if it's death...Are you right, Tagul?"

Faced with Neva's ridicule, Thagul, whose face was covered in blood, just said in a hoarse voice: "I can't die yet, Neva."

"Before the threat of the forbidden dragon is lifted, I must fulfill my due mission."

"Mission?" Neva pressed his face with his empty left hand, and Neva laughed wildly, leaning back and forth while laughing, looking wild.

Facing the exaggerated movements like ridicule, Tagul just watched silently without saying a word.

After a long time, Neva, who finally stopped laughing, slowly put down his left hand, and looked coldly and mercilessly at Tagul in front of him with his blue eyes through his gray hair.

"What do you think you are? Tagul..."

"God?"

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Chapter 152 The self-proclaimed god of man, and the person who wants to become a god

"You've always been like this, Thagul."

On the hillside where the white flowers were scattered, Neva's figure was hidden in the rising white mist, appearing particularly erratic.

The illusory translucent white slashes extended from the depths of the dense fog from time to time, and every time they could hit Tagul accurately, leaving scars on his body one after another.

Of course, for Tagul, whose self-regeneration ability has reached an incomparably terrifying level, these injuries can be completely healed in a breath.

"Self-assertively asking others to accept their own good intentions, self-talking and wanting to use a person's existence to replace or even deny the efforts of others."

"Whether it's hunting or other things, you always feel that you are enough alone, and even the intervention of other people is just a kind of restraint for you."

"Is the power of groups so untrustworthy to you?"

To this series of questions, Tagul did not respond immediately, but just lowered his head, subconsciously dodging the "white line" flying overhead.

The slender white silk thread swept across the stone tablets not far away, splitting them into two in the blink of an eye.

The scattered stone fragments were shrouded in cold mist, and were blown into the deep night by the icy north wind, without even making any extra noise.

As if to justify, Thagul, who had just escaped the fatal blow, shouted into the mist: "I don't mean to look down on others, but... the threat of the forbidden dragon must be eliminated by the forbidden king , of course this includes you, Neva."

"Come with me to save the world, Neva!"

"Our brothers join forces, even those taboo dragons will not be opponents."

Listening to Tagul's gradually excited words, Neva's figure began to loom in the mist.

Compared with the emotional Tagul, Neva's expression was more flat, even a little disdainful.

"Joining hands?" Under Neva's pale skin, strands of slender blood vessels gradually lit up, like a completely spread bloody thorn net.

"save the world?"

As soon as the words fell, Neva, who was full of mockery, tore the sleeve of his right arm.

Under the moonlight, the withered arm full of pinholes and countless ferocious white spots was completely exposed to the air, looking extraordinarily ugly and ferocious.

Looking at this unpredictable scene, Tagul's breathing stopped in an instant.

He didn't know what to say, after all, he really didn't know what his younger brother had paid to get to this point?

"I don't have such lofty ideals as yours, Tagur..."

"I just want to live...that's all."

Neva said calmly.

"You are... the king of taboos, immortal, you will not die, Neva." Thagul subconsciously avoided the other party's messy right arm, trying to explain something in a low voice.

Then at the next moment, it was completely interrupted.

"You don't think I became [taboo] through some normal way, do you?" Neva shook his arm casually a few times, without hesitation examining the criss-crossing, twisted flesh and blood like white bugs.

"I'm not like you, who can seize the source of all life forms and continue to grow myself."

"It's not like that black dragon, who can use the blood relatives of half the country to achieve his own immortality."

"I'm just a mortal, a mortal who wants to become a god." In the calm words, some inexplicable emotions gradually emerged.

On this topic, Neva's emotions seemed to be far more excited than ever, and he even clenched the moon white scythe in his hand unconsciously.

"It's not like you, who claim to be a human being, but do what a god should do."

As the cold wind howled, Neva smiled indifferently.

Then, as if to vent something, he set off a frenzied wave of slashing attacks, rushing out of the mist with a icy cold wind.

"You are the most successful idol-shaping, but also the worst spiritual leader... The situation you created by wantonly venting your power will only quickly fall into the abyss of disorder and chaos after you fall."

His figure flickered one after another, and he almost ran forward on a beat. Although the ground behind him was torn apart by the slash like a tracking missile, Taguer came behind Neva in an instant.

Kankan's raised arm was kicked in the abdomen by the latter casually one second before he was about to make a fist and blast it out, and flew backwards far away.

"You are just a taboo, not a god, Tagur... Even if you don't die, you can't guarantee that your will will be carried out forever."

"A long time will eventually change you beyond recognition, and your self-death will only happen sooner or later."

"After that, even if the Hunter's Guild wanted to create a new 'god', it would be completely unable to make up for the lack of correspondence."

"Because God... cannot be copied."

"Things that can be copied are just tools."

When the word "tool" was mentioned, Neva subconsciously glanced at his arm, and some unspeakable expressions flashed in his eyes.

In the distance, several people turned over and stabilized their figure, and Tagul searched for Neva's position while exuding perception.

"Compared to those final dragons, you are the [cancer] of this world, Tagul."

"Your existence has seriously affected the evolution of the entire human race... You have raised their own expectations to an unattainable height of despair, and eventually led to the ridiculous and absurd misconception that the value of an individual surpasses that of a group .”

"We're on the wrong track."

Walking out of the fog, the sickle in Neva's hand collided with the two black knives of Tagur one after another.

The raging energy splashed all over the sky, destroying the surrounding terrain again.

The expression on Neva's face gradually became focused and serious.

"Can't be copied?" Thagul counted his knives with all his strength and sent Neva and the ground under his feet flying together, pointed at himself with the finger holding the black knife, and then pointed at Neva in the distance, and said seriously: "Since we can succeed , then the latecomers will definitely be able to..."

"It's too ridiculous to say these words from your mouth." Neva interrupted Tagul's speech mercilessly.

Facing Tagur, who didn't know where he was wrong, and looked confused, Nieva narrowed his eyes and said, "You think you can become a taboo because of yourself?"

"Even though you have entered the taboo level for so many years, you still...or have never figured out what [taboo] is."

Thagul's expression froze suddenly, but he still acquiesced to this point.

"[Taboo], why can we be given immortality, why can we strengthen our own strength to such an incredible level, why has there never been a human being of a similar level before you?"

"You have never really understood these issues. You are just standing in the perspective of a determined successful person, happily describing a self-moving inspirational story to others, and even naively thinking that this is something that can be achieved with hard work and talent."

The illusory super-wide-range slash knocked down Tagul and the half of the mountain behind him.

Rocks fell like rain, and Tagul rushed out from the inside, but the next moment, he was cut in the abdomen again by a sickle that seemed to have a 100% hit rate, and most of his intestines were hooked out together.

"You're just a foolish talker, Tagur." Neva said coldly as he looked at Tagur, whose body was recovering again, by throwing off the internal organs on the sickle.

"You planted a seed called infinite power in everyone's hearts, which ignited people's fanatical pursuit of the extreme individual, but you never really considered the serious consequences of this."

The blue light in his eyes bloomed, and a moon-like 360-degree slash with no dead ends cut open Tagur and the black barrier he made.

Neva stepped on Tagul's chest and abdomen, and fell from the air to the ground, creating a huge crater in an instant.

"In the past ten years, except for the scientific troops who are still insisting, everyone else, even those so-called 'scholars' who act only out of interest, have begun to devote their energy to the study of the powerful individual."

"As a result, the development process of the entire civilization has experienced a serious delay, and even deviated from the original track..."

Casually shot out countless snow-white beams of light, piercing the joints of the people below him. Neva lowered his head, and a pair of blue eyes met the blood red below.

"However, can you really create a new taboo king?"

"Stop making me laugh, you ridiculous and pathetic useless people!"

The terrifying white true energy rose wantonly, turning into messy white ribbons that bound Tagur's limbs and slowly pulled him up.

Tens of millions of fist marks bombarded the latter's chest and abdomen one after another in the next moment.

Whenever Tagul was knocked into the air under the force of the fist, he would be pulled back by the white ribbon the next moment, back and forth, in a cycle.

The berserk offensive caused countless flesh and blood tissues to shatter and break. With a surging tide of blood and fishy smell, it poured on the sea of ​​pale flowers under the two of them, carrying a kind of shocking and strange beauty.

"As long as you really understand the essence of [Taboo], you will no longer have any expectations and illusions about the so-called individual limits."

In the blood mist, Neva, whose fists were not even stained with blood, sneered as he looked at the twisted thing that was almost inhuman but regenerated rapidly while breathing.

"Hey, let me tell you, Thagul."

"The so-called [taboo]... that's what it is!"

The next moment, as the back suddenly exploded, the two groups were completely composed of countless flesh and blood, and the huge blood wings covered with sarcoids stretched out from behind Neva.

Thagul, who barely recovered his human form, reacted, and an even more horrifying scene appeared.

Countless faces that seemed to be carved out of a mold, emerged from the giant wings of flesh and blood like a tsunami, with all kinds of distorted and crazy expressions, all staring at Tagul who was completely speechless in the distance, Silent roar.

"What the hell have you done... Neva!"

Looking at those ferocious faces that are no different from Neva, but strangely in all age groups, Tagul couldn't bear it anymore and roared.

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Chapter 153 The only thing that exists... is [us]!

"Don't you understand yet?"