"No!" Everyone could hear the pain in Jacob's voice, but the demonhunter's mind and movements had never been as swift and violent as they were now. His handguns fired in quick succession, and the axe in his hand swung wildly. Every movement claimed the life of an outcast.
Beltre frowned. Jacob's performance had exceeded his expectations. He motioned for the rest of the Forsaken to follow suit. The Fallen Hunter faced off against the last remaining young demonhunter.
"I'll take your life, Fallen." The young demonhunter wasn't using an axe, but a longsword and a long musket.
"You need to be polite to your seniors, kid. Didn't your mentor teach you that?" Beltre turned to face the young demonhunter.
The young Demon Hunter did not reply. His reply to Belt was the sound of the trigger being pulled.
The long musket fired a volley of mercury bullets at Beltre's twisted face.
Belter immediately rolled to the side and dodged the bullets. The mercury bullets rained down on the group of Forsaken. Any Forsaken that was hit by the mercury bullets would howl and fall. The mercury bullets had an extremely high damage bonus to the creatures of Chaos. Their rotten bodies would quickly melt under the power of the mercury bullets. Even Belter did not want to face the power of the mercury bullets directly.
The young Demon Hunter fired three shots in a row, and Bale dodged them all with extreme speed. After the three shots, Bale let loose and rushed towards the young Demon Hunter. The young Demon Hunter, who didn't have the chance to reload, calmly pulled out his long sword. The blade of the axe clashed with the long sword, producing a crisp sound.
"Ugh!" The young demonhunter sensed that Beltre's wrist was too strong for him to withstand. After a brief exchange, the young demonhunter rolled to the side. He pulled a silver knife from his pocket and hurled it at the young demonhunter.
The Fallen Hunter reached out and caught the flying knife. His expression was smug. "This throwing knife …"
“boom！” Before he could finish, the sound of a musket rang out from the other side. A mercury bullet came from the side and blew off half of Beltre's shoulder.
"Careless, as always!" It was Jacob.
The Master Demonhunter had dealt with the Outcasts in the burning warehouse. Jacob emerged from the flames. "Zayelin, fall back. I'll take care of Belt."
"Yes, Vice President!" The young Demon Hunter named Chayelin retreated from the battle.
The fire in the warehouse grew bigger and bigger. The fire that started in the inner room had spread to the entire warehouse. The candles and piled clothes were ignited by the flames, and the beams were also set ablaze. The red warehouse was filled with the red light of the fire.
This scene was very strange. It seemed that there was a grand banquet going on here, because only the interior of a banquet would be so bright.
"Retreat, Chayelyn. Leave this to me. Find a way to return to the city and tell Laing and Veronica what happened here!" Jacob turned around and glanced at the warehouse door. Seeing that there was no ambush, he signaled for Chayelin to retreat.
"Vice president!" The young Demon Hunter said reluctantly.
"Quick! Don't make me say it again. " Jacob's battle axe clashed with Belt's battle axe. Without hesitation, the young demon hunter rushed out of the warehouse.
Only the sound of metal clashing and gunshots could be heard in the warehouse.
"Bang! Bang! " Jacob fired another two shots at Belt. The Fallen Hunter's chest and lower abdomen were wounded, but Belt was not affected at all. The Fallen Hunter's axe sliced through the hot air in the warehouse and slashed towards Jacob's neck in a deadly arc.
Jacob didn't flinch. The legendary Master Demonhunter flipped his body, narrowly avoiding the dangerous blade of the Fallen Hunter's axe. After dodging the fatal blow, the axe in his hand cut into Belt's arm.
The Fallen Hunter's arm was hard. Jacob took a closer look and saw that the insides of his arm had a metallic luster. "Is this … alchemical modification?!"
"Exactly. How fragile is the human body? So I made a deal with the servants of the Lord of Pleasure. " Belt's shoulder, which had been shattered by the mercury bullet, shone with a metallic luster. "I used my body to be experimented on and modified by them. In return, they got endless pleasure from my experiments. Two birds with one stone!"
When he finished, the Fallen Hunter opened his mouth. His teeth had all been replaced with sharp metal teeth.
"You degenerate!" Jacob fired two more shots at Belt. The Master Demonhunter noticed that blood was still flowing from the bullet wounds. Clearly flesh was still a part of Belt's body.
"Tendon Slash!" Belt roared and charged at Jacob. The axe in his hand glowed with a crimson light. It was terrifying in the light of the flames. Jacob's thigh was struck.
"Execute!" Jacob didn't dodge. His axe went straight down, leaving a gash deep enough to see bone from Belt's shoulder to his waist.
The former master and apprentice separated. Jacob let out a low growl and instinctively rolled to his right.
Someone was faster than him. While Jacob was still rolling, Belt had already taken out his handgun and fired at the spot where Jacob was about to roll.
"Bang!" "Ugh!"
The sound of gunfire and the Master Demonhunter's pained grunt filled the air.
The Master Demonhunter's body was trembling. Clearly he'd been badly hurt.
"Master, I know you too well." Berthe threw away the gun that had run out of bullets. His wart-filled face was full of pleasure. "Every time you trade injury for injury, you'll always roll back subconsciously. Now that I've hit your right leg, you'll subconsciously retreat to the right."
"Ugh …" Jacob pressed his hand to his abdomen. Blood seeped from between the gaps of his gloves. The Master Demonhunter's tall frame trembled under the light of the flames. "Tell me, Belt. Why did you choose this path?"
"…" Hearing his mentor's words and looking at the burning warehouse, Bernt's gaze finally changed. A complicated emotion filled the face of the Fallen Hunter. "Order has taken away too much from me."
"I've served humanity all my life. I've been a demonhunter for decades. I've given my life to the nobles. But when my wife died, they refused to help me."
"The plague first took away my wife, then my daughter. I saw with my own eyes that my daughter was getting thinner and weaker day by day. All kinds of abscesses popped up one after another, but there was nothing I could do. I even knelt before the bishop of the Church of the Goddess of Mercy and begged him to save my daughter. But what about that fat bishop? He just cast an insignificant divine spell and left. "
"In desperation, I thought of all the ways. I prayed to all the gods. Finally, in the void, there was a kind, father-like god who answered my prayers. I was extremely happy in my despair. He promised that as long as I believed in him, my daughter would not die. Hahahahaha! He did it. My daughter isn't dead! " Belt laughed like a madman. He pulled a three-hundred-milliliter glass bottle from his pocket. "Look, my daughter isn't dead!"
Inside the glass bottle, there was a piece of meat soaked in the murky liquid. There was an eye on the meat.
Jacob knew that this was Bert's daughter. She was still alive, but that was all.
The fire had spread to the place where the two of them were standing. If it weren't for the uncanny underground tunnel construction skills of the dwarves that made ventilation less difficult, the two of them would be in danger of hypoxia.
"… You should've known. The evil gods will grant your wish, but not in the way you think." Jacob's heart was filled with many complicated emotions. Sadness, helplessness, and anger. "So you've turned to the Blood God, Khorne."
"That's … Bang!" Before Belt could finish his sentence, the Fallen Hunter raised his battle axe and blocked the incoming mercury bullet. The acid in the mercury bullet splashed onto Belt's axe, making a crisp sound.
"I know you very well, my mentor. You like to attack when you least expect it." Berte put down his axe.
"How about this?" This was what Jacob had been waiting for.
When Belt raised his axe, Jacob's vision was blocked by it. This gave Jacob enough time to unleash his most powerful combat technique.
"Blood … Hurricane!" Jacob held a sword in one hand and an axe in the other. He unleashed a perfect combo of sword and axe attacks. Every attack was a blow for a blow.
"Come on! Master Jacob! " Belt also took out his sword and axe. His former disciple also unleashed his most powerful combat technique. "Dance of Death!"
Swords danced and axes clashed. The warehouse collapsed in the flames. The collapsed roof and fallen beams did not affect the duel between the master and disciple at all. Any debris that got close to them was instantly smashed into pieces by the impact of the battle between the two Legendary champions.
Bang! Bang! Bang! Bang! When the combat techniques collided, no one could do anything to the other. When the battle ended, the place where they were standing had turned into a pile of rubble.
Above the rubble, the battle raged on. Despite the flames and embers, the two combatants showed no signs of stopping. After a series of overwhelming attacks, Jacob finally gained the upper hand.
The Master demonhunter's axe slashed left and right, leaving two deep gashes on Belt's chest. Belt's sword pierced Jacob's right shoulder. Every move was aimed at the other's vitals.
Jacob's sword grazed Belt's neck, and in the next second his axe was swinging down toward the Fallen Hunter's skull. Belt howled in agony as he spun around and swung his sword at Jacob three times.
At the most critical moment, Jacob froze. He knew that if this continued he would be killed before Belter. The Master demonhunter retreated, pulled his gun from his pocket, and fired off a few rounds.
Belt dodged them all. The Fallen Hunter's body was covered in wounds. His left arm hung limply from his chest, and there was a gash in his cheek. But he was laughing, and the more he laughed, the happier he became. "How much blood do you have left, Jacob?"
Jacob's face was as dark as the ice of winter.
He was beginning to feel weak.
She felt weak due to excessive blood loss.
The Master demonhunter knew that even if Bate had fallen and ascended, he was still no more than a mid-legendary Fallen Hunter. His own power was still greater than his former disciple's, and he hadn't yet fully grasped the tainted power of the Blood God.
But Jacob was faced with a fatal problem.
He was old.
His body was no longer young, and his movements were sluggish. He'd missed his best chance to kill Bernt, and he didn't know if he'd have a chance to do so in his weakened state and blood loss.
If he were ten years younger, he was confident that he could kill Belt with his skills and strength.
But now … the pain of his wounds and the weakness of his body assaulted his senses. Jacob was no longer in his prime, and the Master demonhunter knew he didn't have much of a chance.
"Instructor, I'll give you one last chance. Join me in serving the Lord!" The tumor on Belt's face twitched. His injuries were worse than Jacob's.
Silence and the sound of angry breathing were the only answers he got.
"It seems there's no other answer." Belt's crimson coat was in tatters. "Do you really think Zayelin can escape? My Instructor? "
"What?" Jacob's expression changed.
"The mercenaries are waiting outside." Belt's words didn't sound fake, and he didn't need to.
Thinking that Berter was a follower of the Blood God Khorne, Jacob couldn't help but feel a sense of relief. Although it was ridiculous, Jacob knew that this was the reason why Berter didn't let everyone attack him together. The other three evil gods didn't care about numbers. Only the followers of the Blood God cared about strength and survival of the fittest. That was why he had the chance to fight Berter one-on-one.
The flames died down, leaving only the crackling of ashes. Only the embers struggled to stay afloat.
Just like the Master demonhunter.
"Too much blood has been spilled to hunt you down. Too many lives have been lost. How can the rest of us bear the burden of this hatred? Now is the time, Belt. Let us settle this once and for all. "Jacob rose to his feet. The Master demonhunter had made his decision.
"Come, Jacob. Let us continue our unfinished battle. My master needs a gift, and you are my gift to him."
"Come!"
The embers of the fire slowly dissipated into the air.
… …
Fort Marlin. Shield Street. Near the Sea Church.
The streets were packed with people, and the sounds of people buying and selling could be heard in the midst of the noisy crowd.
It was the middle of November, and the weather was getting colder. Even Fort Marlin was experiencing a decline in the number of people. Many merchants and nobles with enough savings had stopped their work and gone on vacation.
In the tailor shop, Laing was admiring the new clothes he had bought for Veronica. It was a dark black enamel dress embroidered with black roses. It was not cheap, at least a few dozen gold coins. However, Laing didn't seem to feel the pinch. Instead, he smiled and said, "It's beautiful, Veronica. It suits you very well. Take it!"
"You think it looks good?" Veronica walked out in her slippers and spun around in front of Laing.
"No. No clothes can compare to your beauty. Your beauty never changes because of clothes." Laing immediately realized the trap in the woman's words. He said, "It's just that you make it look especially good. It's like coffee and milk. It's the coffee that's precious, not the milk."
"Haha. How many girls have you fooled with your sweet words?" Veronica didn't say it out loud, but judging from the woman's tone, she was very happy, very happy.
Just as Ryan was about to say something, he heard a series of noises coming from outside the street. "What's going on? What's going on outside? "
"It's like this, Mr. Laing. A mercenary group was sued by the ship owner to the Sea Church because of a payment dispute. Now the Sea Church has sent the Sea God Knights to deal with the matter." The clerk whispered, "Please forgive us."
"Don't fight on the street!" Laing poked his head out of the window, but the scene he saw stunned him.
Isn't this the female mercenary from the Blood Axe mercenary group, Emilia?
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