Chapter 428: The Evolution of the Headhunter

The Headhunter, who was preparing to enter the city to enjoy a slaughter feast, suddenly stopped. He turned his headless neck to look into the distance.

He pondered aloud, "Hmm? Pot of Greed's aura seems to have disappeared? Could he be dead?"

But evil gods of that level all had divine protection. Unless killed instantly with a fatal blow, they would definitely find opportunities to escape or turn the tables within an hour.

"Something's not right. It seems I can only wait for those slow guys..." the Headhunter said with extreme caution. His profession was hunter, and for a hunter, vigilance and caution were the primary survival rules.

Soon, the Forbidden Death God from the sandstorm also arrived at the city gates, looking around with those crimson eyes that flickered like ghostly flames. He couldn't help but narrow his eyes, "Has that guy already arrived here first?"

Those bloody heads on the ground were undoubtedly the Headhunter's handiwork. So without thinking, it was obvious who it was.

At the same time, the Smiling Angel had come to a different city gate. Silent Lamb and Grotesque Clown were also in different directions. Only the Headhunter and Forbidden Death God took the same side.

Inside the city, the Headhunter let out a creepy laugh and slowly entered a small tavern. His ability to decapitate all heads within ten meters could be freely released - it wasn't mandatory.

"Undead?!" Inside the tavern, some demi-humans who were chatting and drinking were somewhat surprised, stepping back several paces. They immediately sobered up from their drinks.

Because undead were extremely rare in number, and each one was very powerful.

The tavern owner carefully inquired, "Excuse me, what... what would you like to drink?"

The Headhunter who entered looked around at everyone present, his expression suddenly changing, becoming somewhat fierce, "You... can you see what I'm able to drink?"

"I'm sorry sir, I misspoke." The tavern owner hurriedly apologized, lowering his head, preparing to tend to his own business.

But under everyone's witness, the moment the tavern owner lowered his head! His head directly fell off! Blood gushed like a fountain!

Even though they were demi-humans, they were scared into continuous screaming by this bloody, horrifying scene! Demi-humans were different from monsters - many demi-humans had their own social civilization, living similarly to ordinary humans.

Only monsters lived in the ruleless dark forest, constantly living lives of killing and being killed. So this scene nearly scared this group of demi-humans unconscious.

But they suddenly felt something was wrong! At their necks, a strong numbing sensation struck! Blood slowly seeped out.

Without feeling any pain at all, they became headless corpses. Due to blood pressure, each corpse sprayed blood madly - incredibly terrifying!

The Headhunter bathed in this shower of blood, cleansing his body, "What a pity, I wanted to find more fun from you all."

He wasn't such a simple slaughter maniac. Before headhunting, he hoped to have some conversation for amusement, either letting people die in happiness or letting them die in despair.

At this moment, a demi-human at the door was planning to come drink, but seeing this creepy scene, immediately fainted from fright! A headless monster, in an environment of headless, blood-spraying bodies, bathing with that still-hot blood - how terrifying it was.

"Heh... boring fellow." The Headhunter glanced at the guy lying outside the door, convulsing and foaming at the mouth, paying no attention.

Then from his neck's severed opening, he grew a bloody maw filled with densely packed sharp teeth. He devoured all those heads completely.

This wasn't feeding - he actually didn't need to eat at all - but collecting skulls. Once he reached one hundred million skulls, he could evolve into a stronger form. A form sufficient to crush Pot of Greed!