The Boss King actually disguised himself as a novice village chief?!
Chapter 334 - 287: Heart of the Fox (Yellow)

Chapter 334: Chapter 287: Heart of the Fox (Yellow)

The old Hunter got up, his opponent possessed no transcendent powers; the fact that he could hold on until now was entirely due to his willpower.

Or perhaps there was a little other trick.

Lind observed the iron box beside the old Hunter’s hand. Since they had been besieged, his hand had always been resting on the box, attempting to fumble and open it a few times, but his actions were interrupted.

"Why have you come here?" Lind asked.

Being able to talk calmly amidst the onslaught was a feat probably only he could manage. The storm continued to drive the frenzied villagers around them, where the edge of the battlefield storm was chaos itself, but the center was an unimaginable calm.

The mid-stage BOSS came to Newbie Village, the suppression it exerted on the surrounding minor monsters was even far greater than the pressure on players.

"To hunt those bloodthirsty monsters is a job that has started hundreds of years ago," Charles replied to Lind’s question truthfully.

"Bloodthirsty?" Lind had not seen any creature that could be called "bloodthirsty"; although the frenzied villagers’ behavior was crazy, most of them focused on slashing and dismembering.

Aphids might crave blood to some extent, but after consuming blood, they metamorphose, indicating that blood is only a catalyst for them, not a necessity for survival.

"These monsters drink fresh blood and cultivate humans," Charles finally opened the iron box, which contained a few grapes emitting a sweet aroma.

His hand trembled as he struggled to pinch a grape; the severe pain in his body made such a delicate action exceedingly difficult, and twice the grape fell back into the box.

Finally, he managed to put a grape into his mouth. The feeling of the grape bursting and the sweet and sour taste gave him a brief moment of mental blankness, as if all the pain in his body had also disappeared.

Lind frowned at his reaction; Charles’s craving for the grapes, akin to that of an addict, made Lind reluctant to believe his words.

"Sorry, I’ve become addicted to it," the old Hunter took a deep breath and closed the iron box, "It makes me feel alive. Sometimes I wonder, as I roam around searching for traces of the Blood Clan, whether I’m doing it for my mission or simply for personal cravings."

Lind did not want to judge the other’s actions: "Tell me more, Hunter."

"We should go somewhere quieter." The old Hunter got up with agility and decisiveness, completely free from the shackles of pain.

The grapes helped him mentally and psychologically much more than any magic potions could.

Using humans as cultivators didn’t seem special to Lind, just as in the Dark Night Orchard, where the brothers under the control of the Unclean Holy Grail used humans to plant vines and then hatch some kind of bugs.

At this thought, Lind was suddenly shocked.

The [Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame] and the "bloodthirsty monsters of the Fox Hole" seemed to have some intricate similarities.

Both used humans as cultivators and both hatched bugs.

There might be some connection between the two... A connection might not be strange, for all powers stemmed from the Ring of Magic.

Perhaps after capturing the so-called bloodthirsty monsters, he could get an answer.

Lind turned to look at the increasingly numerous frenzied villagers. The villagers, frightened and the bloodthirsty replica red spirits, had already formed a solid wall, but the gap in strength made Lind and them seem like different creatures entirely.

"Where to?" He raised his hand, and the wind forcibly tore the human wall apart.

The villagers, in a frenzied state, attempted to pounce but were confined by the wall of wind on both sides, only able to reach out their frenetic hands towards Lind and the stunned Hunter.

They didn’t seem to be attacking, but rather cheering as if to see the two off.

The Hunter knew he had encountered a being that might be far more powerful than imagined: "To the Hunter Society, my hideout, follow me!"

The Fox Church, which now served as the base for the Hunter Society.

Upon stepping into this place, Lind felt a familiar sensation, a strong magnetic pull that instinctively made him look around.

There was something almost transparently containing a Magic Ring Shard.

Because Lind had a Magic Ring Shard, he was particularly sensitive to similar objects.

"You’ve noticed it?" The old Hunter took out another grape.

He slowed down his pace and carefully moved the grape towards his mouth, but the addictive nature of the fruit was uncontrollable, and the grapes in the iron box would soon be gone.

What awaited him might be an addictive frenzy once there were no more grapes to suppress it, but still, he ate, his mouth stained with blood red, without a care.

"Have you seen it? What is it?" Lind asked as his gaze shifted, finally focusing on the murals.

Primitive animal murals, no hidden storyline discernible.

"There’s something powerful here, it’s the foundation of the Fox Church; I believe it’s the deity of this shrine," the old Hunter, Charles, sat down on the ground: "I’ve researched the story of this place and found that the Fox Church appeared overnight. The church venerates noble blood and shuns Tainted Blood."

"Noble blood?" Lind approached the mural. He picked up the [Unclean Holy Grail of Dark Flame], the Unclean Holy Grail, now much more subdued, bound by chains. Although it always transmitted various thoughts to Lind, it had learned to be quiet upon realizing that it couldn’t offer enough to satisfy Lind.

However, upon entering the church, the reaction of the Holy Grail became somewhat intense.

It came from the Sun Church.

Although as an object cursed it couldn’t be associated with the righteousness of the Sun Knights, it inherently resisted other heretic artifacts.