Ke-style law enforcement officers

Chapter 432 Hunting
I don't know if the servant of the gods, Dirasha, is busy, but the hunters' side is certainly quite lively.

After entering Nanwei City, Monquia has been searching for and tracking the whereabouts of the Lost Ones.

The Dominator's followers, his retinue, and the descendants of some evil priests—all of these people, whom the Church collectively refers to as the Apostles of Calamity—are prey to the Hunter; they are all lost humanity.

Besides the followers of Imnar who arrived in Nanwei City almost simultaneously with the Hunter Organization, or more accurately, the followers of Engel Korath, there was another rather conspicuous individual among these "new faces."

The shadow aura emanating from this guy even surpasses the combined total of all the other members and believers.

……

Yan is not in good condition today.

because.

He hadn't breathed the air in the pleasure house for over 48 hours.

Moreover, he can't find the time to see his sister in the pleasure house right now.

Because someone blocked his way on the road.

...

In the relatively remote 88th parish.

This area is mostly comprised of workshops engaged in light industry.

After the opera house incident was exposed, the patrol posts in the city were adjusted, and Yan was inexplicably transferred to this industrial area that was separated from his home by most of Nanwei City.

Yan's duty time had already been completed half an hour earlier.

However, a group of men in black coats blocked him in the middle of the street.

The group's attire was not unfamiliar to Yan.

A year ago, on a hunting night, Yan also cornered them once.

To be precise, it was blocked once on the inside of the door panel.

On that turbulent night, Yan had peered through the bullet-pierced window at those mysterious men in black.

These masked men, wearing hats and with their faces covered in black cloth, left a very deep impression on him.

……

"To be honest, one day I had a strange dream. I dreamt about you all. In the dream, you were wearing black stockings and short skirts under your long coats. We all had some wonderful things happen together. I still remember it vividly... But, well, how should I put it? Dreams and reality are indeed different."

With his hands in his pockets, Yan calmly explained his strange ideas about the night of the hunt, as well as his quirky sexual preferences.

He was crouching by the living room window of the two small houses, watching the silhouettes of black figures moving outside. Because it was late at night, he couldn't see any other landmarks. Only now, surrounded by them, did he realize that these figures in long black robes couldn't possibly be alluring young women, because they were all half a head taller than Yan…

When Yan encountered the hunter again after a year, he knew that his beautiful dream had been completely shattered.

……

On the streets of the industrial zone.

A dozen or so hunters stood silently around Yan, racking their brains but unable to understand why such a bizarre person existed in the world. Why could someone, even when surrounded, talk endlessly about their strange sexual fantasies with a regretful expression?

...

"No offense intended, but I bet there are definitely women in your organization, right? There definitely are, I don't believe there aren't any. Hey, don't be so quick to deny it, at least leave me some room for imagination, right?"

Yan lit a cigarette by himself.

Just as he held out his hand, cigarette case in hand, asking if anyone wanted to have one with him, the hunters had already drawn their respective monstrous weapons.

Folding shackles, bow blades, long-handled axes, sickles, and so on.

Even in the dim light of the night, the blades of these weapons still emit a chilling gleam.

The sound of metal utensils rubbing together makes your teeth chatter.

...

Generally speaking, when one side has already drawn its weapons and refused to communicate, given the atmosphere has reached this point, the person being surrounded will inevitably calmly utter a harsh statement and then prepare to fight the enemy.

Yan did indeed do that, but there was a tiny bit of a problem with his choice of lines.

He said this:

"Hiss~~~~"

(Takes a deep drag on his cigarette)

"you know……"

(Exhales smoke into the air)
"I can do it effortlessly, without breaking a sweat..."

"Escape from here."

……

Whoosh! !

The hunters couldn't stand this guy's endless rambling anymore.

The moment the formation was set up, tiles bearing pentagram patterns were laid out on the ground in the four main directions around the formation. These were old markings that had a certain repelling effect on ancient creatures.

Furthermore, both cold and hot weapons present launched an attack on Yan almost simultaneously.

……

Bullets, crossbow bolts, and chains rained down on Yan at the same time.

And Yan truly does keep his word.

His first reaction wasn't to defend or counterattack, but to run away. "What a lunatic! What did I do to deserve this? I made an appointment with the girls at the pleasure house, so don't block my way."

A large area of ​​black smoke billowed from his body.

All the bullets and melee weapons that were fired at him turned to dust upon contact with the black mist, losing their original intense kinetic energy.

Then, Yan, enveloped in black mist, leaped high into the sky above the street.

The buildings surrounding this industrial area are generally very low, with a maximum height of no more than five stories.

It should have been a height that could have been easily crossed.

But Yan crashed into an invisible metal net in mid-air, causing a burst of sparks and explosions.

He was very surprised.

These guys not only blocked both ends of the street, but also set up a grid made of a special metal in advance to seal off the airspace above the street.

Even though the sharp metal filaments were scorched red-hot after being violently struck, they showed no signs of breaking.

……

"This is so unfair!"

After landing back on the ground somewhat disheveled, Yan began to curse and swear.

He felt he had been nice enough; what was wrong with these guys that they had to pick a fight?

"If it weren't for the domineering power of resentment on the path of blood feud, you would all be dead, you know that?"

Yan shook his palm, revealing some burnt grid patterns on it.

Regarding this matter, Milo only gave a very simple piece of advice—"Just don't overdo it."

Although Yan usually appears carefree and nonchalant, he is quite serious about matters of blood feud and resentment.

Imnar indirectly helped him embark on a path of blood feud.

The resentment stemming from blood feuds could indeed bring him unprecedented power.

But there is no such thing as a free lunch in the world.

Everything that seems like a gift from heaven actually comes at a price.

Yan experienced what the so-called price was yesterday.

After unleashing the full power of the Night Demon, especially after transforming into Night Demon form to a significant extent for combat, he will enter a very long but extremely weak state upon returning to human form.

Yan was so exhausted that he couldn't even get out of bed; the slightest bit of cold air coming in through the cracks in the window could almost kill him.

Fortunately, you only need to get through the first one or two hours of weakness, and then your body will gradually return to normal.

Yan Jian refers to this chilling aftereffect as the "wise man's time."

And it's not just a description; it's really like a period of post-coital reflection. After enduring the most difficult aftereffects, for a whole day, Yan was like someone who had seen through the illusions of the world. His mind was completely free of any restlessness or evil thoughts, and his manhood was as lifeless as if it had lost its soul.

Yan felt that even if a hundred girls were to perform a striptease in front of him at close range, he wouldn't react at all.

This is what truly frightens Yan.

I was terrified.

……

Otherwise, he wouldn't have chosen to flee in panic the moment he was surrounded by hunters, even though that was exactly what he was best at doing.

But people change. Once they have enough power, who wouldn't want to experience the feeling of dominating the world?
In particular, after the path of blood feud began, Yan developed an inexplicable desire for killing. He had no reason to refuse a hunter who offered himself up.

However, concern for his lower body ultimately triumphed over the Night Demon's bloodlust.

Moreover, Yan couldn't sense the slightest resentment from these people. He knew that these guys were just there to "work" by attacking him. He might kill half of them and the other half wouldn't feel any resentment towards him. No fool would do such a losing deal.

……

"Um……?"

However, just as Yan was feeling frustrated.

He suddenly noticed a very subtle emotional fluctuation.

He knew that smell all too well; it was resentment…

No, it's less than resentment; it's more like disgust.

The source of this smell is from behind.

He slowly turned around and looked at a man standing against the wall at the far end of the street corner.

The man's attire was similar to that of the other hunters, but he was not masked and carried a long-handled scythe wrapped in gray bandages.

Yan slightly narrowed her eyes.

The annoyance on his face finally lessened somewhat.

He smirked:
"Finally, a normal person has arrived."

If there are normal souls here capable of feeling disgust and resentment, then this deal isn't really a bad one.

"Uh-huh."

Yan rubbed his hands together.

His gaze was no longer fixed on the dozen or so hunters around him, but completely on the man in the distance holding a scythe. His eyes were filled with nothing but ferocity.

(End of this chapter)