Alle Kapitel von Hunters: The Prequel: Kapitel 781 – Kapitel 790

An old man whose steps were aided by the crooked staff that held his right arm high, walked slowly onto the scene He was wearing a large kimono that was a mixture of green and white clouds, and his eyes were filled with wisdom. He had a gentle smile on his face, and his demeanour was that of a friendly neighbourhood uncle. Next to him was a peculiar looking man with piercings all over his body. If the former was a man who caused one to feel at peace by merely being there, the latter was one whose presence caused one to be unsettled and fearful. In a way, each one cancelled the effect of the other! These two were Old Fan and Chief Doctor Kaka! They who had disappeared o’er so long ago, much to Mane’s confusion and Hildegarde’s worry, had reappeared! And behind them were Village Head Samoa and his guards! They weren’t the only ones present however, for every single villager that had gone missing was here with them! It didn’t matter if it was the old women who sold fruits and vegetables

Pathfinder’s response to his Ancestor’s command was immediate action. His body dispersed into mist and coalesced in the middle of the Wind Demons. His eyes, as red as Magma his son’s, pierced through the bodies of the first few Wind Demons that met his gaze, and they froze in their tracks. This wasn’t due to fear, for these Wind Demons had been present even before Pathfinder was born, and they had fought against actual gods and kept their lives. No, this was the power of oppression. This was the power contained within the gaze of a man who regarded life as a mere tool to be used and discarded when its purpose was no longer grandiose. This was the gaze of a man unburdened by murder. With his fingers extended into claws and his arms bulged out like a python’s maw, Pathfinder grabbed the head of the Wind Demon closest to him and smashed it into the ground!*Bang*Pathfinder’s assault didn’t end in a ‘grab and smash’. Lifting his other arm he summoned an inhumane amount of power into his

With a massive boom and a loud blast that could only be matched by the deafening yet chaotic sound of a nuclear missile, an axe as large as – if not larger than – Pathfinder, appeared in his hand. The axe was as red as the crimson of his eyes, and its blade dripped with blood as though it was a conduit for a bloody stream. When that weapon speared in his hands, the atmosphere of the battlefield changed.“To think that he had a weapon all this while,” the female Wind Demon murmured as she slowly stepped back to adopt a more defensive posture.If before it felt as though Pathfinder was being bullied with numbers, now it felt as though he was the one bullying them! It was like placing a quality painting against ten inferior ones. There was no way one would pick the inferior ones, even as a collection, over the top quality one.“Why did he not reveal his weapon from the very beginning then? Was he looking down on us?” the bulky Wind Demon thought as a fury surged within the depths of his

“Insane B*st*rd” the female Wind Demon cursed silently. She saw through his intentions as swiftly as a hare bolted from the arms of a predator. She could not help but be surprised by Pathfinder’s decision, given that this was not something that the normal person would do – or even try to attempt for that matter.“Barbarians are indeed as crazy as they say they are,” she mumbled silently as he eyes glowed bright green. The elements of wind baptised her in their love, causing the cloak that she had summoned from the strength of these very same elements to shimmer brighter than it had all this while. Surprisingly, even after seeing through Pathfinder’s intentions, she did not retreat. Contrary to what one would have expected, she went forward with her attack!While one would have regarded her decision a silly one, one had to remember that she was not alone; she had never been alone from the beginning.*Boom*A powerful wind pressure that Pathfinder was all too familiar with descended upo

“You have quite the subordinate there,” Chief Priest Kaka chuckled as he tore his eyes away from Pathfinder’s battle. His laughter was disturbing and unique, and anyone would have felt chills crawl down their lengthy spines had they heard it. Well, it was a good thing then that the person he was facing was not just anyone.“He is not a subordinate,” the Barbarian Primogenitor shook her head with a chuckle as well. “Well, he was in the past. Now he is a comrade.” She added before gently turning her neck and stretching her arms. She looked like a woman who was only interested in some yoga practice.“You don’t seem worried. He is grossly outnumbered and those he is facing are freaks who would do anything to get the job done.” Chief Priest Kaka didn’t seem to mind the preparations that his opponent was making. His gaze rested upon the figure of the Wind Demon standing next to him with a vacant expression on his face – Village Head Samoa.“Well, my guy is also a freak,” then Primogenitor l