Chapter 65

Chapter 8: Annihilation

A carriage abruptly stopped on the track leading away from Shack, and around it, a group of dark figures quickly surrounded it.

"Attack!"

"Boom! Boom! Boom!"

Following Jacob's command, countless heavy weapons opened fire simultaneously. In an instant, the massive force lifted the entire carriage off the track, rolling it down the slope. The carriage, made of pure iron, was riddled with bullets and shattered to pieces within two minutes.

By the moonlight, the demon hunters could clearly see blood flowing along the curved, broken carriage, a mix of animal and enemy blood.

The intense attack lasted for ten minutes. If the carriage was already shattered before, now it could only be called debris. From that pile of scrap, no one could recognize that it was once a carriage.

"Is it over?" On the hillside beside the track, Ava looked at the ground soaked in blood. Even though he knew this was the best choice, his expression still carried a hint of sadness. Of course, this sadness was not for the enemies but for the animals that died with them. Ava stood there, silently praying, "May your souls return to nature..."

"Over? Far from it!" Ye Qi, who had been closing his eyes, opened them, shook his head with a smile, and said to the small figure beside him, "Datong, the team is temporarily under your command!"

After saying this, Ye Qi wielded the Yama Blade and rushed towards an open area. A bright flash of the blade, and immediately a head flew high, the body falling from its invisible state to the ground. Although the ambush was successful, eliminating most of the enemies in the carriage, Ye Qi could still sense the波动 (vibration) of some people who had escaped using the abilities of their apostle-level killers.

As Ye Qi beheaded an enemy, it seemed like a signal, and all the enemies immediately launched their attack, clearly with the intention of dying with their foes, starting their final counterattack.

The desperate struggle of cornered beasts was particularly terrifying. The offensive, which abandoned their own lives, immediately caused significant trouble for the demon hunters. Except for Ye Qi's side, which was protected and forewarned by Ye Qi, the other demon hunters around them suffered casualties. Especially those wielding heavy weapons were caught off guard.

"Ah!"

"Pu!"

The cries of pain and the splashing of blood immediately became the main theme. Even if the enemies were torn apart by multiple attacks the moment they appeared, that brief moment was enough to take the life of a demon hunter! Even if they couldn't achieve complete success, they would still severely wound the demon hunters.

Within half a minute after the attack stopped, more than ten demon hunters lost their lives, and seven or eight were severely injured. This was a significant loss for the high-level demon hunters who had already cornered the enemies and were about to catch them like fish in a barrel. The only fortunate thing was that the newly appointed apostles serving as auxiliary forces did not wield heavy weapons, thus avoiding this counterattack.

"Bang! Bang!"

The appearance of casualties on their side finally made Jacob take action— a black gun appeared in his left hand. The muzzle swung, and the bullets traced a beautiful arc, immediately hitting two invisible enemies in the forehead. The powerful impact of the bullets instantly blew off their heads, leaving only two headless bodies to fall to the ground.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

Following the black gun, the white gun also burst into a firing speed that would make a submachine gun blush, turning several enemies who had just rushed to his side into sieves.

Is this the power of guns? Indeed, they are holy artifacts!

Ye Qi, who had been paying attention to Jacob since the start of the battle, immediately labeled the black and white guns as holy artifacts after seeing their shots. Whether it was the curved bullets from the black gun or the dense barrage from the white gun, they far exceeded the concept of ordinary firearms. Especially after firing, the black and white guns did not drop any shell casings and did not need to reload, which was something ordinary firearms could not do.

"Do you want his dual guns?" The strange wolf appeared again, and as soon as it came out, it began to tempt Ye Qi: "Kill him, and the guns will be yours! You should know that they are famous in the history of holy artifacts! That boy can only unleash half of their power! If you can get them, I am absolutely confident that you can unleash their true power!"

"Is that so? What about after killing him?" Although the strange wolf was knowledgeable and possessed wisdom that Ye Qi lacked, it could not change the fact that it was a demon. Especially with such obvious and clumsy temptation, Ye Qi was even more disdainful: "In the endless pursuit by the Demon Hunter Union, you can gain more from me, even my soul?"

"Hehe..." The strange wolf's characteristic laugh showed no embarrassment at being exposed, but it continued enthusiastically: "What if I can help you avoid all the pursuits of the Demon Hunter Union without any deal?"

"Would you be so kind?" Ye Qi, who had been deceived multiple times, did not feel moved by this tempting proposal but became more alert—past experiences showed that anything involving the strange wolf, even if it had some benefits, would inevitably bring bitter consequences. So, even if Ye Qi was tempted, he still firmly rejected: "I refuse!"

"What an unreasonable brat..."

The strange wolf, after Ye Qi's firm refusal, quietly disappeared. At this moment, the battle on the field entered its final moments—the apostle-level killer finally appeared before Jacob, a black dagger flashing as it stabbed towards Jacob.

Although the dagger was still sharp, the opponent, who had abandoned their greatest advantage, was ineffective against the barrage of bullets from Jacob's white gun. Despite dodging the vital points, most of their body was already injured. The high-level demon hunters, carrying their severely injured comrades and the bodies of their fallen comrades, left the area around the two, leaving the final moment to the leaders of both sides.

The night wind, carrying the scent of blood, blew gently. The moon, partially hidden by the clouds, seemed to be edged with a red line, appearing extremely eerie. Under this slightly red-tinged moonlight, the opponent's figure became blurry, just blurry, not disappearing, as if shrouded in mist, making it hard to see clearly.

Blocking the line of sight?

Ye Qi, standing to the side, frowned. He felt something was wrong—during their last encounter, the opponent's caution, the immediate retreat after a failed attack, were deeply etched in his memory. But why choose to fight to the death today? With the opponent's strength, they could have easily escaped when their subordinates were all dead! This way, even if they returned to their organization, they would have an excuse. Why choose Jacob, the strongest among them, as the target?

Narrowing his eyes, Ye Qi's hand involuntarily rested on the hilt of the Yama Blade.

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