Chapter 911 The Third Day

If Hunter's Cabin is a drama, then every character should have his or her part.

The old hunter is the guide, the one who leads the story.

Adam is the mediator or catalyst, pushing the story forward when it reaches an impasse.

The lieutenant colonel is the villain on the surface, and his straightforward purpose drives the development of the entire story.

This should be a fairly simple story, as imagined by the informant: a little girl forced to a hunter's cabin by a snowstorm battles wits with a ruthless KGB lieutenant colonel, and discovers the lieutenant colonel with the help of Adam, who is eager to help her. He finally made up his mind to show his fangs and kill the lieutenant colonel in the snowstorm.

The script is roughly like this, but at the beginning, the story takes some weird changes.

As the guide, the old hunter Aryan first met not the girl carrying her brother on her back, but a female hunter who appeared out of nowhere. Before the informant had time to intervene in the situation in the cabin, two brothers, Vika and Dusha, accidentally entered the stage again and killed the leader in the story with one shot.

Although it was unexpected, fortunately, the restless brother and sister and the female hunter also fully played the role of intensifying conflicts, and the informant was very happy to see the story become diversified and complex.

But in the final analysis, in the eyes of the informant, both the bandit brothers and the female hunter are tolerable existences. All conflicts and conflicts that occur are limited within the framework. They are all controllable and stable factors - they cannot jump. Take off the stage, tear down the red curtain, and smash the spotlight.

Facts have proved that everything was just as he thought. As the promoters of the conflict, Vika and Dusha directly replaced the lieutenant colonel as the original villain, and the mediator job fell to the lieutenant colonel instead. They were different from the bandit brothers and sisters. The antagonist Huntress becomes the catalyst for a period of détente, even better than his Adam.

All this resulted in Adam losing his role as a catalyst and being marginalized - this is a bad phenomenon, because excessive marginalization will inevitably cause him to lose his position on the stage, and a piece of wood will be stuck on the stage. Doing nothing will make you stand out.

Therefore, the character of Adam could only be forcibly reduced to an "ordinary person who entered by mistake" and watched the entire stage play as a bystander.

Although it's not like he did nothing, such as using the method of "deus ex machina" to attract Deadpool to force the situation, suppressing everyone's spirit to the limit and causing conflict.

All the contradictions that have developed up to now, although they have already deviated from the script he wrote, are fortunately still within that framework when it is about to reach the final moment.

Lieutenant Colonel Andre is dead, and so are the bandit brothers and sisters. The little girl's true potential has been forced out, and the threat has been reduced to a minimum. She is about to finish picking the forbidden fruit from the tree of knowledge of good and evil, but soon Unfortunately, in the end, the perfectly constructed stage and carefully arranged frame fell apart after all.

The four-sided rotating sword burning with white flames fell from the sky and destroyed the entire stage, tearing apart the bright red curtain that was closed at the end of the play.

Forty dead souls, forty prototypes of Deadpool, white burning meteors penetrated their brain centers, this scene was as beautiful as

The rain of fire bathed in Sodom in the Book of Genesis, and each burning meteorite is an arrow that condenses power.

If arrows are often used in the Old Testament as a metaphor for punishment and warning that God will inflict, the woman walking out of the forest holding a bow in her left hand and an arrow in her right hand is undoubtedly the agent of justice who stops all this and is bound to destroy those people. Sin City.

Adam has a problem, but what about Huntress?

There is no doubt that she also has a problem, Adam knows it, Andre knows it, they all know it, but they just didn't expect her to be so able to hide it.

The power of the 'Holy Judgment' to break the frame and the stage was hidden until the very end.

"It's surprising, but it's not that surprising." As the man holding the thread, all the threads in his hands were cut off, leaving only the burly body of a lieutenant colonel standing on the edge of the snowy field. Looking at the female hunter walking out, she looked a little dull.

"Although I understand what nonsense literature is, what you say from your mouth always lacks the taste of jujube trees ("Autumn Leaves" was created in 1924), so I won't do any reading comprehension." The female hunter asked Walking in the snow, he slowly pulled out the last arrow from the quiver behind his back, and looked at the man in human skin with his golden eyes.

"Jujube trees? I thought the Yakuts would only understand Soviet culture at best."

"You know a lot about jokes."

"You are not a Yakut." The man said as he looked at the fair-skinned woman who walked up to the little girl and then stopped, but could still clearly tell that she was Asian with yellow skin.

"Is this important?"

The female hunter placed the arrow on the wooden bow. Such a simple action made people feel a suffocating feeling like a light on the back. It was the huge word spirit shrinking and condensing on the delicate arrow on the wooden bow. Looking at the arrow, it is not difficult to see that the arrow was temporarily made from tree branches, but after being tightened by the bowstring, no one would doubt its killing power.

The man was silent for a while and asked, "Which side are you from? Orthodoxy? Clan? True Sect? Secret Party?"

He named several names in succession, but there was no ripple in the hunter's golden eyes.

The man shut up. After thinking for a few seconds, he looked up again, "You're right. It doesn't matter who you are."

The huntress wants to protect this little girl and take her away from the hands of the Soviet Union or the Temple. In this case, it no longer matters what force or person she is. There are many forces and people who hope to get the seed of the future prairie fire of this world. , the Templar Society and the Soviet Union are just one of them. Their goals are fundamentally conflicting, there is no possibility of negotiation, and they are irreconcilable.

"'Holy Judge', I thought there would never be another hybrid with this spirit of speech in this world." The man looked at the dead waiters on the ground whose heads were pierced with arrows burning with white spiritual light, "You and ' Henkel's relationship?"

"It doesn't matter." The female hunter said, "But I'm also curious about your relationship with 'Cinderella'."

"It doesn't matter."

"That's probably just a coincidence."

"You can't take her away. Even if you kill these dolls, you can't hurt me." The man suddenly said, "The prerequisite for the 'Holy Judgment' to be successful is to find the target."

"This is nothing you need to worry about for me." The huntress smiled, "I'm just here to help delay time."

The conversation was over, and the fingers pulling on the bowstring were released.

He still drew and released the bow so perfectly. The man probably understood why the female hunter was so accurate in shooting. People with the 'Holy Judgment' were always so good at shooting.

Historical records have recorded users who possess speech spirits dating back to ancient China. The "Shen Yi Jing·Dong Huang Jing" mentioned that "Heng and a jade girl throw pots, and each throw is 1,200 points. If there is one who can't get in, God will do it." It's really true that the word "sigh" is true, and it is the earliest allusion to observe the word spirit "Holy Judgment".

When it comes out, it will hit, destroying evil and obstacles.

All the dead waiters who were crucified on the ground were no longer affected by any spirit of speech. The domain of the 'Holy Judgment' neutralized all power, and countless invisible 'threads' were fused by the white light.

The white holy cross bloomed on the burly corpse of the man holding the thread. The arrow was transparent and powerful. After penetrating the tough chest, it penetrated directly into the coniferous tree behind. The huge force shocked the snow on the tree and fell, giving The wooden arrow with incredible strength even penetrated the thick coniferous tree and penetrated both completely.

The power of the 'Holy Judgment' interrupted the speech spirit on the burly body, and the body returned to the snow and soil without any life.

The snow fell into a long-lost silence.

The huntress put down the wooden bow in her hand, and the quiver on her back was empty.

"Should I say I'm lucky? If there's one more Deadpool, I might have to fight hand-to-hand." The huntress touched the empty quiver, as if talking to herself or following her side. Silently watching all the girls talking.

The little girl didn't answer her, but another voice did.

"Then maybe you should prepare an extra arrow just in case you need it."

The sound came from the wooden house, old and decaying.

The huntress paused for a moment, with a trace of irritation on her face, as if she was blaming herself for missing this one.

On the broken stairs of the wooden house, from the open door, a figure walked out. It was undoubtedly Aryan. His eyes were golden, but he no longer had the wisdom and kindness he once had.

"My respectable opponent's old father also wants to become a doll to die? Can he have some basic morals?" The huntress looked at him with some irony and said.

"Morals and bottom lines are reserved for those who are at ease. If you hadn't suddenly taken the initiative and tore up the script and replayed it, who would have reached this point?" He stood on the stairs and looked down at the female hunter in the snow. Say it softly.

"Although I'm pretty bad at close combat, do you think I can kill the old man you control?" The female hunter looked back at her golden eyes.

"I thought you pity this old man. After all, you went toe-to-toe with the brother and sister because of him. Maybe it was all acting? You are an excellent actor."

"So far, it seems that you are still able to do it with ease. It seems that you have confirmed that you can deal with us even if you don't show your true body?"

"'We'?" The man chewed the word and looked at the huntress with a gentle and calm look. "Why do you think Eve will accept you because she rejects me? Abandoning the temple will embrace an unknown place instead. Hyenas coming? You would have such an illusion. This is an act that is beyond description of stupidity."

"Is that what you think?" The huntress looked at the girl beside her, who had been standing quietly in the center of the snow since the beginning, and was a little surprised. "You think I came to this ungrateful place just to take her away?" of?"

".What do you mean?"

"What I mean is, idiot, you have misunderstood one thing from the beginning." The huntress gently raised her hand and placed it on the little girl's head, looking sideways at her molten eyes and said, "We , but he’s an accomplice!”

"Are you from Black Swan Port?" The old man controlled by the man had no expression on his face, but a slight fluctuation could be heard in his voice and emotion.

"People from Black Swan Port? No, of course I'm not that person from dirty hell." The huntress said, "The reason why I say I'm an accomplice is that I just came to take her home as promised!"

"Lies." The man said lightly, "All the children in Black Swan Port are genetically induced test-tube babies. They were born in Black Swan Port without fathers or mothers. Naturally, they do not know people from the outside world and cannot communicate with the outside world. Dr. Herzog will not allow them to have so-called 'friends'. You want to confuse me with lies and thus cover up your true purpose?"

"You saw through it." The female hunter said with a smile.

The man did not show any pleasure in exposing the lie, but looked at the female hunter with a deeper look.

He was quite sure what purpose this woman was hiding.

Or if you think about it carefully, there was a weird harmony in the relationship between her and this little girl from the beginning?

No, harmony is not the right word.

trust.

trust?

It's impossible, but.

The man suddenly said, "Did you hide that little boy?"

He looked at the face of the female hunter in the snow. Her expression was full of peace, but there was a fleeting hint of playfulness in her golden eyes.

Yan Ling·Sheng Jue. This word spirit indeed has the power to cut off areas, and only this special power can allow him to lose an important goal in the Nibelungs, which he has basically complete control over.

Now it all made sense.

But this also ushered in a strange fact. Abandoning all impossibilities, the last option must be the truth - the little girl trusts the huntress.

This kind of trust is unimaginable and should never exist. This is not a trust handed over in a temporary battle, but a more profound trust that transcends everything. The proof of this trust is that the little girl gave her brother to One of her twins in the "Butterfly Project", half of her soul was handed over to the hunter for safekeeping.

"This is impossible."

Finally, a situation was beyond the man's control. Even when the female hunter's 'Holy Judgment' appeared, the man's emotions were not so volatile. After all, for him, whether it was the 'Holy Judgment' or hiding until the end, he stood The female hunters on the stage were just products to surprise him.

But the "trust" that emerged between the huntress and the little girl was what he was really afraid of.

The unknowable and incomprehensible is the hidden danger and the fear.

"But you people in the Temple Society are really interesting. Every time I meet you, I can feel that strong and suffocating confidence and pride." The huntress said, "But it's understandable. After all, you can carry out tasks independently. The lackeys of the Temple Society all have that joke-like 'canonization'."

"Am I right?" She looked at the man, "Your Excellency, the 'Knight' of the Templar Society?"

"Who are you?" Even if he didn't want to, the man still asked this question. He knew that he would not receive the answer, but he still asked it.

"A person who delays time." The female hunter bowed for the man, "Actually, from a certain point of view, I am the same person as you. A 'knight' who kills all the madmen who dare to offend the king and waits until the horn of counterattack. The time has come when it blows again and the smoke ignites again.”

The Deadpools and corpses pierced by arrows on the snow were burning with white fire. Sealed by the 'Holy Judgment', they could only be dead objects forever. The finale that the man was supposed to deliver to the stage came to an abrupt end. , unless the female hunter dies, this drama will never come to an end.

"Are you still unwilling to reveal your trump card? Or do you want to tell me that this Nibelung root is naturally formed?" The huntress looked up at the man and said quietly, "Or do you think that with these little Can cats and puppies put an end to this drama?"

"Since you know the Temple Society and my identity, I'm very curious." The man looked at the huntress, the flames in his golden eyes swaying, and his figure was as dull as thunder, "How can you rely on me to face what is about to happen to you?" Destruction to endure?”

There was sudden applause in the snow, and it was Huntress applauding, and she said, "Great line, now we're finally on track."

That was a strong irony. Faced with this irony, the man did not get angry, but became silent.

"Well, since you choose destruction," the man said, "then I will give you destruction as you wish."

He closed his golden eyes, and in the darkness elsewhere, a huge creature opened its eyes as bright and huge as a gas lamp.

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When facing the enemies of the Solomon Temple Society, what should we really be afraid of and worry about?

Is it the blood of the enemy? Or is it the spirit of the enemy? Or is it the resources of that huge force and the airtight information network?

No, neither.

When the huntress came to the northern border of Siberia, she had long been prepared to meet the backbone of the Templar Society. When the blizzard came and she felt the expansion of the Nibelungs, she also knew that she would face What kind of enemy.

But when this kind of enemy actually rises from the snow, the shock is still something that can't be concealed by banter and nonchalance.

She despised the 'knights' of the Templar Order, but she could not ignore the power they controlled.

Dragon power.

The long-lost snowstorm came again, and it came so impetuously. The light snow was howled by the strong wind, and the whole world became white in an instant.

An eternal sound resounded in the vast white coniferous forest, so ancient and desolate, as if it spanned the years beyond the Siberian frozen soil, like muffled thunder or the roar of the wind. The white dragon of the Vikoyansk Mountains rolls down again, as if responding to the arrival of the ancient voice.

The hunter's cabin disappeared and a mountain took its place.

It was originally a small snow hill, and then it expanded and rose into a small mountain. Then the top of the mountain collapsed and all the white snow fell, revealing the huge thing inside.

The huntress in the snow took a step back from the cry of the blizzard, out of awe and courtesy to the creature.

The blizzard three days ago was brought by him. He is the embodiment of disaster weather. This prehistoric remnant is ferocious and majestic, and like the blizzard, it has the ultimate beauty in the face of sharp destruction. Beautiful, majestic and awe-inspiring, white frost covered his snake-like neck, and the broken ice between the scales squeezed into powder and fell down into snow.

He opened his big white wings, and the substantial air shock wave shook away the surrounding blizzard, turning into misty snow and slowly falling. The dozens of meters tall body stood in the blizzard, with his raised neck facing the pale sky. Let out a deep and majestic roar!

".Corpse Dragon!"

The female hunter held her breath and her eyes stayed on the body of the huge thing. Even the freezing frost could not cover up the traces of decay. The dark golden skeleton exposed from the wound told the world that this great creature had already died. He died, and in his perfect body was the canonized 'knight'.

The huge domain covered everything, filling the entire Nibelung, and a gap opened in the sky. It was the world outside the Nibelung, as dark as night.

When the whole world shuddered at the appearance of the huge white figure, he suddenly retracted his wings and crawled on the ground. The huge white wings were folded like a shield to protect the small black figure.

The man who controlled the old hunter's body stood in front of the white dragon, looking at the female hunter as if staring at an invisible speck of dust in the snow.

"That's it." said the huntress. "No wonder you can control the Nibelungen and freely mobilize those dead servants to hunt her. It turns out that you really control a dragon from beginning to end. Even though he has passed away."

"Then, let's meet." He said in front of the white giant.