The door of the warehouse was opened. Jacob signaled his three subordinates to light torches and observe the entire warehouse. The interior of the warehouse looked ordinary. There were only a large number of candles and some clothes. Other than that, there was a statue of an angel and a large painting. The painting was of a grand ball.
"It doesn't look like anything special."
"But someone is here to ambush us."
"There must be something wrong here."
The demon hunters discussed among themselves.
"Of course there is something wrong here." Jacob, the most experienced of them all, reached out his hand and twisted the wings of the angel statue.
The angel statue gradually turned into a ferocious demon in the eyes of the three young demon hunters. It still had a pair of feathered wings, but the shape and color of the wings had turned into a twisted purple. A bull's head, horns, extra limbs, and complex and filthy patterns formed a brand new statue. As the statue changed, the huge painting turned along with the wall behind it, revealing a dark entrance.
"Jock, you guard the door. We'll go in and have a look." Jacob signaled the other two demon hunters to go in.
"Understood!" The young demon hunter said. He took out his one-handed sword and short-barreled gun and stood guard outside.
Through the wall, what appeared in front of the demon hunters was a disgusting scene.
Fresh blood, dismembered bodies, and all kinds of delicious food covered the floor. There were all kinds of artworks everywhere in the warehouse. Paintings and sculptures were placed in every corner of the warehouse. The interior was decorated with the most exquisite art. There were silk cushions everywhere, and there were all kinds of snacks and drinks. But when the demon hunters took a closer look, they realized that the statues were strange and twisted. The people in the portraits, from their appearance to what they were doing, were incomparably obscene and disgusting. They cut open their pulse, drank the blood, and loudly praised the Lord of Pleasure. Their faces were filled with horror.
The food had long since rotted and expired, and there was a foul smell. The drinks were all made of blood, and the floor was smeared with all kinds of excrement. The flesh and blood that had been bitten and devoured during intercourse were everywhere in the hall.
The two young demon hunters were extremely uncomfortable, but this extremely perverted and crazy scene made them want to join in. Under this contradictory mentality, the two young demon hunters found that their bodies were out of their control, and their minds were tortured by pain.
"Ahhhh!" A young Demon Hunter covered his head and howled in pain.
A cane suddenly hit him on the head. "Wake up! Don't let Chaos defeat you! "
The young demon hunter recovered from the pain and anger. "Master Jacob?"
Jacob then used his cane to hit the head of another young demon hunter. The two demon hunters finally broke free from the madness, but they were sweating profusely and mentally drained.
"This is the gathering of the Cult of Sin. This is their carnival." Jacob's voice was full of disgust and caution. He looked back and saw the two young demon hunters in pain. He shook his head and said, "We almost fell into a trap. If we hadn't waited so long, we would have been ambushed when we entered this place."
The two young Demon Hunters were scared after thinking about it. They swallowed their saliva and asked, "Vice President, what should we do now?"
"That's strange. This is the gathering place of the Cult of Perverts. Why would that Khorne bastard, Bate, come here? Is Bate in cahoots with the Cult of Perverts? Logically speaking, these two evil gods are at odds with each other. How could they be together? "The more Jacob thought about it, the stranger it got. The Master Demonhunter tried to recall what had happened.
'Looks like Bernt is indeed in cahoots with the Cult of Perverted Sin …' Jacob endured the stench and the filth. He inspected the room. Other than the depraved banquet hall, there was also a surgery table in the room. Next to the table was a cabinet with more than ten glass jars arranged in three rows. Jacob took a closer look and realized they were all human organs.
This was a filthy technique unique to the Cult of Perverts. Perverts dug out old, decaying organs and transplanted new ones to prolong their lives. Other than that, bathing in the blood of young women and sacrificing depraved souls could also prolong their lives.
As expected, Jacob immediately found a large bucket of fresh blood. There were also mutant children who had been sacrificed and died with their eyes open. Some of the children had grown tentacles, claws, another head, and some were completely unrecognizable. They crawled all over the floor. Jacob had no choice but to draw his sword and end their lives one by one.
The other two demon hunters were already burning down the crime scene with torches. Fire was the best weapon against the corruption of chaos. Only fire could purify the corruption.
Jacob ignited a flame and threw it into the corner. "Burn this place down. Let's retreat. Bate isn't here."
"Okay!" As the warehouse burned, the demon hunters prepared to retreat.
"Jock? We're leaving! Clean up and see if there's anything valuable to take with us! " One of the demon hunters searched for the coins on the ground and carefully put them away. Unlike knights like Laing, demon hunters did not have a stable income. They did not even have a job. Their income mainly came from spoils and missions. Therefore, demon hunters often used missions as an excuse to loot and take away everything valuable.
"Hurry up!" Jacob whispered to the other two young demon hunters. Seeing that there was no reply, he called out again, "Jock?"
There was still no reply.
Jacob and the others' faces gradually changed.
"Jock, keep quiet. Boys, take out your weapons and prepare for battle," Jacob said to the other two demon hunters as he took out the big axe on his back.
The other two demon hunters nodded. They held a sword in one hand and a gun in the other. They were ready for battle.
Only the sound of the burning fire and the wind could be heard in the warehouse.
Then, there was a burst of laughter outside the warehouse. "Hahahaha! Master Jacob, are the new demon hunters so weak now? He fell before I even did anything. The Blood God doesn't care about such a cheap tribute. "
The other three demon hunters walked out of the banquet hall and found Jock's head on the ground. Before he died, there was still a look of disbelief and fear on his face. He did not even have time to give a warning before he died at the hands of the man in front of him.
The man was about 1.85 meters tall. His face and body had mutated horribly. He had grown horns and claws, but one could still vaguely see that he looked like a human. Like Jacob, he also held a battle axe and a gun. His blood-red leather armor was full of all kinds of Blood God patterns, iron rings, and iron spikes.
Jacob didn't say anything. Only the hatred in his eyes said it all.
"Master Jacob, you didn't expect this, did you? You must have thought that after waiting for hours and dodging an ambush, no one would welcome you. "
"I know you too well, Master. That's how you do things. When you're investigating a place, unless it's urgent, you'll hide in the shadows. You'll figure out the situation and the pattern of the guards. Then you'll look for the best opportunity to strike."
"When you're deep in an area, you'll always have someone keep a lookout."
"You were the one who taught me all this."
Jacob could no longer hold back his anger. His voice was full of grief. "Belter!"
"That's right, Belter. That's my name." The man gently removed the hood of his cloak, revealing a terrifying face.
Belter had always been a handsome man, and Jacob had always been proud of his student. But when he saw Belter's face, he felt a bone-chilling sadness. He choked on his words. "Is that why you've become like this?"
The man's face was covered in warts and bone spurs. The hair on the back of his head was growing and falling out like crazy. What was left of it was thick like a chain that pierced the back of his head. His eyes burned with the color of brass. Anyone who saw him would know he was no longer human.
"Yes, this is who I am. The perfect me. My master gave me a new life. He taught me the meaning of life." Belter gestured with his hands, a gesture of respect for his master.
"Then I have no choice but to destroy you." Jacob calmly loaded his gun with mercury bullets. He pulled out his axe. "Words are useless. Belter, show me what the dark god has taught you."
"As it should be." Belter knew his master well. He knew how much his master hated the chaos. He had never felt pity for him, nor did he have any hope of persuading his master to join the chaos.
Now that they had met, they could only fight to the death.
Belter didn't come alone.
Many terrifying creatures appeared with him. These creatures were once human, but now, they had a unified name — Forsaken.
They were all cultists who had fallen into Chaos. They had chosen to fall into Chaos for various reasons, but they had one thing in common. The dark god had almost lost interest in them. They only knew how to scream and charge at the enemy's front line without any discipline. They used their mutated limbs to lash out and bite with their swollen jaws like hungry beasts. A large number of mutations appeared on their bodies. Their arms had completely transformed into tentacles or pincers. More tumors grew on their bodies. Some of the Forsaken even grew other heads and appendages.
They yearned for battle so crazily because this was their only chance to obtain the dark god's favor again. Their sanity was almost gone. All that was left was bloodlust, hunger, and fear. This was because if they disappointed the dark god again, their outcome would be to become mindless meat that would self-destruct. These pieces of meat were typically called Chaos Eggs. These Chaos Eggs would rush into the crowd and self-destruct, offering their final value to the chaos.
"Blood sacrifice to the blood god! For blood and glory! " Belter waved his hand, and the restless Forsaken charged at the remaining three demon hunters while howling crazily.
Hence, in the burning warehouse, the remaining three Demon Hunters and the group of outcasts exchanged fire with each other.
Jacob rushed to the front. The master demon hunter's footsteps were light. The first Forsaken to rush forward extended his pincers at Jacob.
But Jacob was fast, really fast. The Forsaken had only raised his pincers halfway when a silver light streaked across his body, going from his shoulder to his abdomen. The Forsaken was still trying to clamp down on the pincers when he was cut in half by Jacob's ax.
The demon hunters who rushed into the crowd drew their swords. They were the most experienced in dealing with chaos creatures. Facing the Forsaken, the demon hunters raised their guns and blasted their enemies' heads with deadly mercury bullets. In close combat, the demon hunters weren't inferior in the slightest. Their silver swords had enhanced lethality against chaos creatures. In the dark cave, relying on the light of the fire, the demon hunters and the Forsaken clashed.
The axe in Jacob's hand spun back and forth. First, the Master Demonhunter decapitated one of the Outcasts, then swung behind him. Two of the Outcasts' tentacles were severed in the blink of an eye. Jacob spun around and fired his handgun. Two more Outcasts had their heads blown off.
Then, Jacob swung his axe and charged forward, killing three Outcasts in a row. Every strike he made was a preemptive strike. Every strike he made was a dangerous one. He killed his enemies before they could attack, but after a series of battles, not a single Outcast managed to touch the corner of Jacob's clothes.
His valiant performance immediately drew the attention of the Forsaken. In order to gain the favor of the god of darkness, they all turned their attention to Jacob. Jacob showed no fear. He raised his handgun, which should have run out of ammo, but it was still firing. Three more Forsaken were blasted in the head.
This was the terrifying skill of a Master Demonhunter. While he swung his axe forward, his other hand was reloading his handgun at lightning speed. It was a skill that had been honed over the course of decades. Jacob's gunfire never ceased during a fight.
"Argh!" A scream drew Jacob's attention. By the time he noticed, the old man's eyes were about to pop out of their sockets.
A young demon hunter had been impaled through the heart by Belt's ax. He was pinned to the wall. The interior of the warehouse was on fire, and the young demon hunter's clothes were scorched by the flames. He screamed, "Fallen! Your soul will be judged! "
"Oh? How does it feel to be roasted by fire, a demon hunter who uses fire to purify his enemies? " Belt laughed exaggeratedly, but he quickly reached out and pulled the young demon hunter's crimson heart out of his chest. "Forget it. A cheap sacrifice like this won't pique the god's interest."
"Mentor, can I borrow your head?"
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