Oring Hunter

Half of their fighters were ruthlessly butchered by the clowns on the battlefield, while the remaining half of the fighters were enslaved by the clowns along with the civilians.

As for the ashes bone castle built by the ashes bones, it is natural that the Joy Theater will take over.

After all this happened, more crazy clowns followed the guidance of the dean, and arrived at the Yin Soil Hidden Realm one after another, arriving at this brand new stronghold belonging to the Joy Theater.

These hundreds of theater clowns were all survivors who narrowly escaped the siege of the Hunting Mission Church. After spending more than ten years in the vast labyrinth, they sensed the imprint planted by the dean in their bodies, and immediately counted them all. Gathered in this gloomy hidden area.

After the survivors were almost in place, the dean explained the reason and goal of the gathering to the curious and impatient everyone.

"Because of the invitation letter from the butcher hunter, the Pleasure Theater can once again make a fuss."

When the dean announced this to everyone in a joking tone, the crazy clowns took the train control sub-disk distributed by the dean with expressions of surprise and excitement, and then rushed to the place predicted by the butcher hunter. The pit of the deformed maze.

And one of the clown teams is composed of Kou Ling, Zhi Lu, Xiao Mu, Uropati, Bani Bei, and Ge Ji.

It's just that they didn't come back after this trip.

……

Today it is today.

Inside the gigantic ashen bone castle, the laughter of the crazy clown and the wailing of the victims were everywhere.

Under the ambushes and attacks of various clowns, as well as the help of "Sky Train", more than half a thousand Olympian hunters were captured alive.

However, since there are only a bunch of remnants and defeated soldiers left in today's Joy Theater, it is extremely necessary to replenish troops, so the dean ordered that no one should make fun of these captives, and an "admission ceremony" using the dirty crystal dagger as the medium must be carried out for the hunters. ".

"The loser left it to fend for itself, and died miserably in a situation of self-doubt; the successful one injected a large amount of sedative drugs in time to save his life, and then dragged him into the gang of the theater."

This is what the Theater of Pleasure does with its hunter-captives.

However, although the dean has clarified the truth, there are still many clowns who are dissatisfied with it.

Without the entertainment of bloody adventures, they could not satisfy their physical needs at all, so these perverted lunatics naturally pointed their finger at the previously enslaved ashes.

They captured the ashes slaves in batches, peeled off each other's proud bone armor one by one, and then pushed the victims into their carefully arranged performance stage, so as to stage a bloody drama for themselves.

For example, inject the gray bone man into chronic poison, and then let him search for the only antidote in a syringe needle mountain full of other poisons.

The more the ashes go to the bottom of the mountain to search, the more their limbs and torso will be riddled with poisonous needles, and the pain is so painful that they will either be poisoned to death by poison or bleed to death. ...

Another example is pouring fuel all over the ashes, then throwing him in a dark cellar, covering the wet and slippery ground with sharp iron nails, letting the ashes hold a torch, and looking for the key to the exit in the dark.

Whether these victims accidentally wrestled on the slippery ground, or couldn't bear the tingling pain on the soles of their feet and moved around, as long as they let the torch touch their skin full of fuel, they could only be roasted alive in the end. A charred corpse...

Chapter 0455 Theater Backbone

For death games like "Hill of Needles" and "The Cellar", there are many, many different scripts in the hands of the clown.

There is no cruelest and most curious, only crueler and more curious.

No matter when, no matter where, appreciating the fear and despair expressed by the victims under the desperate situation from behind the scenes can always give these psychopathic lunatics the highest spiritual satisfaction.

At the same time, the clowns will also specially select friends or blood relatives among the ashes slaves, and throw this group of toys with special relationships into a specific venue, forcing the two sides to fight to the death or frame each other.

Among the two parties participating in the performance, only the winner can live, and then be awarded the "admission ceremony" by the clowns. If the time is up and both parties fail to decide the winner, both parties will die together.

Under the cruel persecution of this rule, countless pairs of ashes friends began to turn against each other in front of the clown. They fought bloody blood for their own lives. Countless pairs of ashes relatives staged life and death in front of the clown. Small and willing to die on his own.

No matter what the story on the stage is, the clowns who are the audience can always watch it with gusto, and sometimes even shed tears of emotion or sadness because of it.

Of course, even if they cry while watching a play, they will tirelessly force the slaves to perform a series of true performances, just like those who are keen on pursuing bitter dramas.

The above two types of entertainment are the favorite items of most crazy clowns.

In addition, there are many other bloody and strange scenes here, which are held in the palm of the hand by the small remaining group of clowns.

"Because I have lost my humanity, I especially like to find humanity in others, test humanity, and ravage humanity."

This sentence is the basis for the survival of crazy clowns.

……

Today it is today.

A series of hoarse and painful voices still echoed one after another in every corner of Ashbone Castle.

"Uh ah ah ah-!"

Between the window sills of the hall on the top floor of the stone castle, there was a burly figure sitting leaning against each other.

At this moment, he was listening to the howling waltz that burst out in all directions at the same time, while admiring the clowns in the courtyard below kicking a burning ashes man like a ball.

This is a man wearing a long clown suit with a pattern of stars and moons. His face is gray and white, his eyes are deep-set, his nose protrudes like a bird's beak, and the corners of his mouth are long and narrow and bright red. There was an inherently evil aura.

He is one of the last four surviving members of the Pleasure Theater, Ding Biluo, whose signature title is "Block Clown".

After silently watching the farce going on for a long time, he raised the smelly human blood wine glass and took a sip intoxicated. Ding Biluo immediately felt a little bored, and then turned his head to look into the room.

On both sides of the dark hall, there were two backbones of the theater who were dressed in the same special clothes as Ding Biluo.

The crazy clown sitting on the tea table on the left, wearing a lob hood, has a chubby figure and a fat long skirt wrapped with strings. His two thick arms tightly bound by silk cloth are leaning against the On the bright stone table, things like sweaters were knitting nimbly, and at the same time, they continued humming strange songs with an old female voice.

"Huh~ sleep~ sleep~ my dear baby~ mother's hands never stop~ wait until the sun rises~ new clothes will be draped on your ribs~"

Her name is Fent, and she has the same senior status as Ding Biluo in the Joy Theater, and her signature title is "Tailor Clown".

The crazy clown squatting between the steps on the right, wearing a square iron helmet on his head, tall, thin and slender, wearing a tattered robe full of rips, his ten fingers as long as bamboo joints are fiddling with a ring soldering iron between his knees, and at the same time Its lips hidden under the iron helmet are also constantly whispering speeches that ordinary people cannot understand.

"There are too many falsehoods and too little truth. Each of us is a living sin and needs to be punished mercilessly to restore the world to a clean place, and I am the executor..."

His name is Isaiah, and he is the third backbone of the theater present, and his signature title is "The Branded Clown".

Ding Biluo took a few glances at these two leisurely and chattering accomplices, and then turned his gaze to the majestic throne standing in the center of the hall.

This stone throne should have been occupied by the king who ruled the ashes group, but he has long been reduced to a pool of bloody mud under the tyranny of the crazy clowns, and now it is not known in which sewer It stinks and rots.

Therefore, like the entire Ashbone Castle, this stone throne is now taken for granted by the director of the Joy Theater, and no one dares to make irresponsible remarks about it.

And the head of the theater sitting on the throne, wearing a blood-red cloak and a copper-colored mask with a swirl pattern on his head, compared with the three backbones of the theater who were waiting for orders below and looked half-human and half-animal , its figure appears to be more pocket-sized, closer to human beings.

Although the Joy Theater organization was formed by this man, no clown knew his name, and he only let everyone call himself the dean.

However, even if the dean is silent now, or even staring at the void in front of him in a daze, the aura emanating from him can still exert a strong force on Ding Biluo's heart silently. pressure.

Ding Biluo was naturally rebellious and rebellious, and at the same time he considered himself a powerful man in the world, so it was not that he had never thought about overthrowing the rule of the person on the throne in front of him in the past.

However, whenever this idea appeared in his mind, this sense of oppression would automatically emerge from the dean, and then descend to Ding Biluo's eyes, lingering in Ding Biluo's heart.

It was a person who was too strong to be unreasonable, and the pure sense of oppression would exude, as if warning him fiercely: If you dare to do something to yourself, you will definitely die.

Over time, Ding Biluo became obedient, and became loyal to the dean, not daring to make any mistakes, and eventually climbed to the position of the dean's right and left hand step by step...

Turning his head to look at the pendulum clock hanging on the wall in the theater, Ding Biluo clicked his tongue impatiently, and then asked the figure on the throne in a naturally gloomy voice:

"Dean, how long do we have to wait?"

After the dean listened, the body leaning on the throne remained motionless, and he only replied in a flat tone:

"Come on, don't worry."

Ding Biluo was silent for a few seconds, then questioned the leader:

"Dean, do you really think that Butcher Hunter...will sincerely cooperate with us?"

Chapter 0456

After hearing Ding Biluo's question, the dean who was sitting on the throne casually tilted his head, and then responded in a slow tone:

"Huh? Hasn't the butcher already proved to us his sincerity in cooperation? Now that so many active hunters have fallen into our hands, do you still doubt him?"

Ding Biluo shrugged with a complicated expression and said with emotion:

"That's what I said, but this time the group went out to ambush, many people from our side didn't come back. The gains and losses accounted for about [-]% to [-]%, and it's not bloody money."

"Furthermore, in today's theater, there are only a bunch of remnants and defeated generals from back then, and we, the so-called backbone of the theater, only have four left..."

"This time, it's fine for those weak bastards to be broken, but now only me and two other psychopaths are left in this room..."

"The last backbone of the theater—Swamp Clown Shan, hasn't come back yet!"

"Although he and I have always disliked each other, it is undeniable that this bastard is quite capable. Except for "Extreme Hunting", I really can't imagine that Shan will be defeated by other Olympian hunters." Cleaned up..."

After hearing this, the dean smiled lightly.

"Hehe, he might just be unlucky and get picked up by "Extreme Hunting"."

"No one can blame anyone for this kind of thing. Someone will always draw a lottery for our large-scale operation."

"Anyway, the master hunters of the fifth-level nightmare realm have also caught a bunch. Presumably there should be a large number of guys who can take Shan's place, so you don't want to be too horny..."

Ding Biluo, the block clown, was speechless when he saw that his dean didn't care about the theater's loss of a trusted confidant.

"Let those hunters replace them? Heh... I don't know how many of them can survive our 'admission ceremony'..."

He secretly sneered in his heart, and turned his head to look at the tailor clown Fent who was still humming the fabric.

"What do you think, Fent? Can you really be satisfied with the results of this collective outing in the theater?"

Fente heard this, and while continuing this swift and smooth hand-knitting activity, she replied to Ding Biluo in an old voice:

"Well, it's a little hard to say..."

"On the one hand, I lost a lot of my favorite children this time, especially Kou Ling, who was so smart that she didn't come back. It really shocked, saddened and regretted me as a mother..."

"It's just that at the same time, I have harvested a large number of new seedlings with extraordinary potential like hunters. If they are carefully cultivated, each of them may become a treasure of the theater..."

"Hey, if I insist on making a conclusion, it should be mixed, right?"

"However, the result must be good in general. After all, if the old ones don't go, the new ones won't come!"

"Babies who are about to be born, mother will knit love sweaters for you now, all of which are made of fresh sausage meat, and every child who survives will have a share, hehehehehe——!"

After letting out a series of creepy and shrill ghostly laughs, Fent's two bloated arms, which were tightly strangled by the rope, immediately began to manipulate the needle and thread in their hands like afterimages, frantically weaving the unfinished clothes .

"You look so disgusting..."

Ding Biluo cast a disdainful look at Fente, who became excited for no reason, and then turned to look at the branded clown Isaiai on the other side of the hall.

"What do you think, Isaiai?"

Isaiai's hands were still carefully cleaning the pitch-black circular soldering iron. The huge single eye hidden in the triangular iron helmet gave Ding Biluo a slight glance, and then expressed his opinion indifferently.

"I don't have any idea about it."

"Whether it's the hunter's side or the clown's side, all of us are guilty, and none of us are innocent."

"One day, everyone will be given eternal salvation by Him in endless pain."

Having said that, Yisai Yiai's single eyes flickered with an extremely crazy and paranoid color, and his tone suddenly became louder.

"So, the process before that ending comes to me, there is no difference at all. The more people die and the more people suffer in this world, the more happy and satisfied I will feel—!"

After making this declaration, his demeanor quickly returned to calm, and then he took out another lantern, and started a new round of cleaning work for it.

"Still immersed in the world I imagined as before and can't extricate myself..."

Ding Biluo commented on Isai Yiai's words and deeds, then shook his head and sighed helplessly.

"Alas... the two remaining backbones of the theater are psychopaths who have become so obsessed that it is difficult to have a conversation."

"I used to be able to bicker with Shan at any rate, but now that the other person is gone, I won't be able to find a suitable chat partner in the future. Is this the feeling of loneliness..."

"What the hell, Shan, you just left me without saying a word..."

After complaining for a while, Ding Biluo leaned against the wall with his chest in his arms, and launched a distorted complaint against the air in front of him.

"I really hope you die as badly as possible!"

Immediately afterwards, a sudden abnormal noise interrupted his thoughts and interrupted the thoughts of everyone present.

Whoa-!

The moment the brain received such movement, Fente, Ding Biluo, and Yisaiai shook their heads violently, raised their hands, lowered their center of gravity, and were ready to attack and fight at any time.

In the interval of less than a millisecond, the three backbone clowns showed their terrifying reactions and sophistication as veterans of the Shura field through lightning-fast actions.

However, different from the three of them, the dean sitting on the throne remained calm, but turned his head slightly, and cast his deep gaze towards the source of the sound.

And in the center of the hall where his eyes fell, a gray-white crack was torn out of nothing.