A sorcerer? I am a Warhammer psyker.

The strangest part is that it wasn't until the families of the visitors to the exhibition collectively reported to the police that all their friends or relatives had disappeared after the visit that the sorcery community took notice.

Prior to this, there were no reports of any strange fluctuations in magical energy within Tokyo.

Then three level-three sorcerers and one level-two sorcerer were dispatched to investigate the matter.

The association's order was issued in the afternoon, and the people left in the evening.

The "teru teru bozu" made from the heads of four men was brazenly discovered late at night at the four sharp corners of the top floor of the Metropolitan Police Department building.

Hanged in four different directions, the body was gone, only the head was placed in a white cloth, and the dripping blood splattered onto the outside glass of the office, where it was discovered by the cleaning lady.

Isn't this a provocation?

Analysis of the magical reactions remaining on the white cloth revealed that the perpetrator was "The Puppet Master," a butcher who had been listed as an A-level wanted criminal by the association and had been on the run for nearly twenty years.

Now that's settled, old grudges and new ones are being settled at once. The Sorcerer Association has directly dispatched Isayama Yomi, whose strength is considered among the top-level sorcerers, to take full charge, and instructed her to kill the target on the spot once he is discovered.

This is why Isayama Yomi found the situation troublesome. The wanted posters within the association are all from twenty years ago. Even a year can bring huge changes, let alone twenty years. In the vast sea of ​​people, even one's own mother wouldn't recognize someone.

The only clue was the blood-soaked white cloth covering the head of one of the unfortunate souls.

After committing such a heinous crime, it seems that he learned of the sorcerer

The association was about to send experts to kill him at all costs, and he simply disappeared without a trace.

Isayama Yomi is nowhere to be found

That's why I had some free time to visit Kenmei Isayama.

As for the bet Isayama Kenmei made earlier, Isayama Yomi only agreed to half of it. Asking him to kill someone who was a level two curse master twenty years ago was truly a suicide mission.

After killing the initial investigation team, the Butcher's level has risen to Level 1 Cursed Master, the same level as Yomi Isayama.

Therefore, as long as Kenmei Isayama can help Yomi Isayama find the culprit who made the "teru teru bozu" (sunny doll), she will accept him and agree to partner with him.

As for killing the prisoner, that was Isayama Yomi's job; she was a professional combatant.

"Sister Huang Quan, you said you'd agree to team up with me once you found the prisoner's location, right?"

Isayama Kenmei, still not entirely reassured, asked another question.

"Hmm, what's wrong? Don't you trust me?"

Looking at the cautious Isayama Kenmei, Isayama Yomi felt both amused and annoyed, and said helplessly.

"I won't go back on my word."

The lack of tracking techniques for enemies has always been a headache for Isayama Yomi, so it would be a good thing if Xiaoming could fill that gap.

"Okay, I understand."

Kenmei Isayama laughed.

"Sister Huang Quan, I'm definitely going to be your teammate."

With a thought, Kenmei Isayama transferred his will to a piece of equipment bound to his soul, namely the [Eternal Hunt], a blood-red token with a huge wolf head phantom.

call

Flesh and Blood Hounds!

Suddenly, a beastly roar, chilling to the bone, reached Isayama Yomi's ears. The imminent danger tugged at her nerves like dark tentacles.

"Is this a shikigami?"

A colossal creature, 3 meters tall at the shoulder and about 4 meters long, resembling a hybrid of a wolf and a reptile, with a mouth full of sharp teeth, skin covered in thick scales, a row of sharp spikes along its spine, and huge fleshy folds on the back of its head, jaw, and throat, crawled out from the narrow shadow of Kenmei Isayama in the incredulous gaze of Yomi Isayama.

"Roar!!!"

Staring at Izayama Yomi with those brutal vertical pupils, she instinctively wanted to draw her sword.

"Sister, it won't hurt us."

In front of Isayama Yomi, Kenmei Isayama touched the mouth of the fleshhound with his hand, and the latter affectionately rubbed against his palm.

It looks like a docile big cat

The Flesh Hounds are also known as the "Khorne's Blood Hounds," and those they target have nowhere to hide.

Kenmei Isayama placed the white cloth, stained with blood and remnants of curse, under the nose of the flesh-and-blood hound.

"find him!"

Chapter 26 The Roar in My Ear

Those who hear the howling of the hounds beneath the throne of the Blood God always compare their cries to the tolling of their own doom.

Once these bloodhounds smell their prey, their prey has no chance of escape. The fleshhounds are tireless; they will not stop their pursuit until they have tasted the flesh of their prey.

Being targeted by them is the most terrifying experience. No matter if the target is in the warp or the real world, or how far away they are hiding among the stars, the victims will find that the distant howling is getting closer and closer. So many people have already broken down mentally before they are torn apart.

"Bang! Bang! Bang!"

He chopped and hacked at the workbench like minced meat, and black blood flowed out from under the workbench onto the filthy floor like a spilled teapot.

The blood-red butcher, wearing a black bear apron, stared wide-eyed at the ground, panting heavily, looking almost like an enraged bull.

"Damn it! What the hell is going on?"

Then came the clanging sound of metal falling to the ground. Even his treasured black cleaver, which he had used for countless years and couldn't bear to replace, was now thrown under the workbench and left lying in a pool of blood, abandoned and ignored.

The butcher's blood-stained hands clutched his sparsely haired head, his expression one of extreme frustration.

The unfortunate creature on the butcher's workbench, originally intended for making "teru teru bozu" (a type of Japanese doll), was unrecognizable. Its upper body had been completely transformed into a large, indescribable mass of blood and flesh, with white bone fragments and pale yellow fat mixed together.

The butcher was at a loss because of the inexplicable, irritating howls of wild beasts coming from afar.

Even the steps he knew so well went wrong. He was supposed to swiftly and cleanly cut off the spine connected to the head, but instead he ended up shaving off half of the skull.

Such a large error in a skilled basic technique shows how badly the butcher's hands were shaking; they were practically sieves.

"Damn it, it's gotten even closer."

The butcher shuddered. The roar of the beast was getting closer and closer. He walked tremblingly toward the bathroom.

"I've probably been pushed too far by the Sorcerer's Association lately; I'm suffering from a nervous breakdown."

"Crash."

At the bathroom faucet, the butcher scooped up a large basin of water and splashed it over his head. By the time the colorless, clear water hit the ground, it had turned completely blood red.

The icy water stimulated the butcher's sensitive nerves, and he thought it would provide some relief, but the roaring sound running from behind was like a persistent poison, following him relentlessly, without diminishing in the slightest.

Suddenly, the butcher's body trembled violently, his blood seemed to freeze, cold sweat poured down his face, and his heart skipped a beat.

The footsteps that had been approaching from afar had stopped. It wasn't that the hallucination had disappeared; rather, we had arrived and there was no need to hurry any longer.

So now the butcher feels that a second "person" has suddenly appeared less than a meter away from him, right behind him in this cramped bathroom of less than three square meters.

No, it should be said that some unknown creature was silently watching from above his head.

The strong smell of burning sulfur mingled with the stench of the butcher's blood, making the cramped bathroom even more oppressive and difficult to breathe.

"hiss"

Suddenly, the butcher felt something slovenly and sticky lick his cheek, and a sense of absurdity rose within him.

It's cleaning the "ingredients"!

Wild animals always lick their food clean before eating it; they will only eat it if the food is clean and hygienic.

"Things that pretend to be gods and ghosts!"

Although the butcher's eyes initially grew increasingly fierce, the inevitable close contact with something beyond his imagination deepened his fear.

The enraged butcher slammed his fist into the mirror in front of him, and with a loud crash, the mirror shattered.

However, this did nothing to relieve the oppressive atmosphere; on the contrary, it made the atmosphere even colder.

Because each piece

The shards of mirror scattered on the ground reflected the butcher's grotesque and distorted face, as well as the terrifying, blood-red figure standing silently behind him.

If I'm not mistaken, the giant monster in the mirror, with the appearance of a lizard and the form of a wolf, has opened its blood-red maw and is about to bite down on the butcher's head.

"Sister Huangquan".

At that moment, Kenmei Isayama, who was half-crouching, touched his shadow under the streetlight and opened his eyes.

He said in a chilling tone

"The butcher's location has been found."

"What! So fast!"

While pondering the origins of that terrifying hellhound that seemed to evoke Western religious connotations, Isayama Yomi showed an incredulous expression upon hearing Isayama Kenmei's voice.

From the moment Xiao Ming released that shikigami that looked even more evil than a cursed spirit, it hadn't been more than five minutes, yet he had already located the enemy's position!

How could it be so fast?

Even the most skilled tracking shikigami in the Sorcerer's Guild couldn't match its incredibly high tracking ability. This also means that Isayama Yomi has been wasting her time these past few days, searching for so long without finding anything.

It went so smoothly that it was beyond our expectations, but Xiao Ming isn't the type to make boastful claims, so it's highly likely that it's true.

The reason he was able to do this was because Kenmei Isayama activated the active skill of the Flesh Hounds he summoned.

[The Hunt]

Hunting LV.15 (Talent skill can be upgraded, active skill)

Skill Effect: The Blood God's blessing grants these most ferocious bloodthirsty beasts the ability to traverse space, which is connected to the real world and can greatly shorten the journey. Once a target is locked, it will be marked directly.

Note: The cooldown time for Hunting (active) is 1 calendar day.

LV.10 Additional Effect: Brand: Once prey is marked by the Fleshhound, its scent can be sensed until its death.

LV.20 Additional Effects: ? ? ? . (Not yet unlocked)

This is the innate skill of the Flesh Hounds, a power bestowed by the Blood God. They can travel in a peculiar space connected to reality, where they can unleash astonishing speeds. This is completely different from the physical travel, where the maximum speed they can achieve is only that of a human vehicle. It is more like a spatial jump, greatly shortening the distance traveled.

As they advance, the howls of the fleshhounds will ring in the ears of those being hunted. They can only hear the fleshhounds getting closer and closer, but they are unable to take any countermeasures.

Considering that the first Flesh Hound summoned by Kenmei Isayama could only be used for free for ten minutes each day, and that it should create as much value as possible within that limited time, I immediately activated its hunting ability. As soon as the Flesh Hound marked the Butcher, Kenmei Isayama sensed it.

"Sister Huangquan, it's time for us to set off."