Chapter 70 Death Queen (2)

Chapter 70 Death Queen (2)

Chapter 70: Death Queen (2)

At last, the werewolves had circled Hunter and his party.

Once again, they ignored Hunter's teammates and went straight for him, giving them an easy spot behind Hunter's back, which was a part of his plan.

As he took the brunt of the werewolves' attacks, Hunter turned on the gears of his activated origins. Strength and Blood Origins worked in harmony, gathering around Hunter's torso and heart while he stood like an impregnable tower. And then, Hunter gently touched the Immortal Origin with its laws written around it and moved it straight to his heart.

'I don't know what kind of laws are written in there... and I know shit about this language for now... but you're mine, so you better respond to my feelings! Understood?!'

At that time, more and more claws and punches littered Hunter's black armor. He soon looked like a man who had fought an army of at least thousands of soldiers alone, with no one by his side. Some of his armor had already peeled off, dropping onto the ground only to disperse into soul particles.

A lot of his defenses were still up, however.

"You're done, bastard! Threatening us like that is the worst crime! We're still newbies in the World Order, after all!" The werewolf woman screamed out of her lungs while hurtling at Hunter's stomach, on which there was a deep black hole caused by her punches and claws.

She would soon sink her arm there and tear off his second defense before digging into his stomach and organs!

Which was an easy plan to snatch the victory... that wasn't nearby at all...

...for when the woman chucked her fist into Hunter's gaping wound on the stomach, she found her hand and forearm trapped by countless red roses and their thorny vines wrapping around her, fastening her to Hunter's armor!

The temperature inside the black armor had plummeted so low that she froze as well!

And Hunter holding her arm with his dominant hand didn't help her, either.

Soon, he extended his hands further, taking the werewolf contractor into a deathly lock!

Which wasn't deathly yet, as the werewolf's flesh and bones were tougher than Hunter had imagined.

Well, it wasn't like he planned to kill this one himself...

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'He caught her just like he had said! It's the signal to act!' Seraphina inwardly commented before lurching closer to Hunter's side, only to stop as Aimee hadn't moved at all.

Which wasn't a part of the plan.

Turning around, Seraphina was shocked to see Aimee standing with her black sword trembling in her hands. A faint tear streak tumbled down her face as she stared at Hunter's hulking back from which black pieces of broken armor were falling off.

He was exposing his back... just like he had planned...

Yet, Aimee couldn't proceed, for the feelings she had developed for him stopped her.

"I can't... do it... what if you're lying? What if you are putting on a last show as a man you want to be? You're a liar, after all, Hunter... the liar I can't kill... for I... have been really happy... after you confessed to me... when we talked about our childhood and hobbies in the bed... when I felt your warmth as you embraced me to pet me like a childish and cringe idiot you are. Even if you said all of it to enjoy your selfish relationship crafting with me and not let me go, you still made me smile and think of the next day with you! You became a part of my dream where I also flaunt my strong man to the hunting royal world! I don't want to let this relationship go! I believe in you! I really do... but this is too much..."

Those words hit Hunter like a truck with a trailer of tons of stamina and strength.

His deathly lock became much stronger and simply impossible to escape from!

At the same time, Hunter's head rolled off his neck, shocking the scene for a few precious seconds. The werewolves had their eyes stretching from their eyesockets before recalling that Hunter was a dullahan's contractor.

As for the vampires, upon noticing the golden streak of soul extending like a delicate and exquisite feather of now-gone black visor, their contracted spirits within them shrieked from even more profound fear.

"No, no wonder he can endure so much... the golden soul of the dullahan!"

As for Seraphina, she became frightened because it was like a demon's performance. She couldn't help but re-vision the tragic past and what she had gone through while staring at Hunter's head flying toward Aimee's side, who was looking at him with swollen, tearful eyes in which confusion had been brimming.

He said, "I'm currently a dullahan... one of the undead races. I can't die, Aimee... I really can't die, so you don't have to fear me leaving you. The world you envision is also my world. Go... proceed with my plan! Aimee! You're my queen!"

As those words echoed in her heart, Aimee's innate skill equally transferred her Agility Origin to her legs, a feat similar to Hunter, yet different. The skill brought all hidden reserves down there, blessing Aimee with so much speed that she ran faster than werewolves, taking Hunter's space in less than two seconds, with her sword already in motion, at that!

Which was shocking to the werewolves whose faces were slapped by the wind of Aimee's speed... for in their eyes, they had only a reflection of Aimee's sword going straight for Hunter's heart!

"This shit doesn't make sense!" The werewolf barked.

If Aimee wanted to kill one of them through Hunter, she shouldn't have aimed at Hunter's heart! Moreover, Hunter still wore a second armor on himself... and his flesh was tough, so there was no way Aimee's sword was a threat to their teammate's life!

No werewolf or vampire was worried about the woman locked in Hunter's deathly lock.

Yet, Aimee easily tore through Hunter's heart... for he had made holes in his black leather armor to give her a way to his organ... and out!

Soon, her blade left round his body, with only a tip of it scratching the werewolf's human chest, drawing nothing but a short and narrow laceration.

"And what was that for?! Just a little scratch! You two have lost your minds!" The werewolf growled.

But in the next second, she inadvertently took a few steps back, for her teammate in Hunter's deathly lock stopped thrashing around and responding. Her eyes became blank, and her head soon lifelessly hung low.

Hunter let her go, dropping the woman onto the ground.

She fell like a corpse... well, she was a corpse...

"Death doesn't discriminate," Hunter whispered coldly, taking in the vista of horrified women around him.

Which was quite a thrilling picture.

But nothing was more exciting than Aimee taking his side and going with his plan. She was compelled by him to pierce his heart, then transfer the wound to the werewolf woman. It was way too risky... and since it was a concept that literally played with death, Aimee feared it from the bottom of her heart.

However, Hunter made things easier for her by revealing his immortality card to her... and storing his heart with the Immortal Origin, whose laws were yet to be deciphered.

This precious origin extended toward Aimee's mana, helping her transfer the wound from Hunter's heart with a taste of death, killing her with just a scratch.

At that moment, Aimee licked some of Hunter's inheritance and his wish, overwriting her fate.

From now on, she was Death Queen, Hunter's right hand.

Her innate skill, Transfer, significantly improved...

No, with the experience she had just received, the skill evolved!