Hell Game: Starting from Metropolis

"Should we send a few people to help me?"

"Help you? Haven't you already partnered with the Blood Healing Church?"

"The horn gun hunter asked curiously."

The Blood Healing Church was clearly far stronger and more influential than their dwindling gunpowder workshop.

"It's just a temporary cooperation. The Blood Healing Church has too many secrets and taboos, and it could conflict with my actions at any time."

Liu Zheng said.

For example, the Karl Karens Academy, which he is about to attend, is, strictly speaking, the birthplace of the Blood Healing Church.

Although both founders, Dickins and Beethoven, were considered to have defected, their relationship remained very close.

It's hard to say, but the Blood Healing Church still has a lot of dirt on it that the Calculus Academy has on it.

For example, when Liu Zheng asked Andrina about the situation at Karl Lagerfeld College on the way, she was vague in her answers.

He didn't believe the Blood Healing Church wouldn't know; it could only be that High Priestess Amelia forbade her from revealing the relevant information.

“Unless you’re willing to hide in Old Atlantis, I don’t think we can be of much help to you.”

The horn gun hunter was very self-aware.

If it were the Gunpowder Workshop at its peak, it might have been able to hold its own against the Blood Healing Church with its firepower far exceeding that of other hunters.

But now, all they can do is rely on the terrain of Old Atlantis to wage guerrilla warfare.

"That's not necessary. You're local hunters after all, so you're more than capable of being guides and running errands. If all else fails, you can even work as security guards at the Church of Pain."

Liu Zheng said.

If they really break with the Church of Bloodhealing, they will definitely target the people in the Church of Pain.

Although he won't actually be threatened, it's still good to have some countermeasures ready.

"The Church of Anguish?"

The horn-wielding hunter paused for a moment, then glanced at the helmeted man.

Yes, this outfit does match his memory of her.

"What will we gain if we agree?"

he asked.

What caused the destruction of Old Atlantis?

Liu Zheng countered with a question.

"Of course it's because the Blood Healing Church set fire to the city."

The horn gun hunter said without hesitation.

"That's just the direct cause. What's the root cause?"

"The root cause is bestiality disease."

"The horn gun hunter thought for a moment and said..."

“That’s right. The Pale Night has fallen again, and the Blood Healing Church will likely resort to its old tricks once more. You’ve already lost the old Atlantean; do you want to lose the new Atlantean as well?”

"us."

A trace of grief flashed across the horn-wielding hunter's face.

Although the gunpowder workshop was located in Old Atlantis, it did not completely lose contact with New Atlantis.

The workshop's new recruits are also drawn from the New Atlanteans who share their ideals, and resources are also exchanged with the New Atlanteans.

Otherwise, the gunpowder workshop would have disappeared long ago.

He certainly couldn't say something like, "What does the destruction of New Atlantis have to do with us?"

"Then what can you do? Stop the church from burning New At? As long as the Pale Night doesn't end, New At will be destroyed by the flames or by the Beast Disease."

"The horn-gun hunter questioned."

As the current leader of the gunpowder workshop, he knows more than others.

After the destruction of Old Atlantis, some survivors wanted to leave and live in other places.

As a result, shortly after leaving the area of ​​Atreus, the survivors and the gunpowder workshop hunters who escorted them were afflicted with a beast disease, and the disease progressed at an alarming rate.

In the end, only one hunter managed to escape and, after recounting what had happened, completely transformed into a beast.

"At is a place watched over by the gods; those who leave At will be punished by the gods."

These were the hunter's last words.

"Then shatter the pale night and let the sun rise as usual."

Liu Zheng said.

"Shatter the Pale Night? Hahahaha!"

The horn-gun hunter let out a deliberate laugh.

"Outsider, what do you think you are? Do you think you're dealing with a few farmers with pitchforks?"

His face was filled with deep sarcasm.

What you're dealing with is likely a high and mighty deity.

"Heh, where do you think I come from?"

Liu Zheng rolled his eyes.

It's just a beast-like disease; in Metropolis, he can't even see any real wild animals.

Moreover, shattering the Pale Night is not just empty talk; the idea of ​​the Divine Child's umbilical cord is clearly related to the mastermind behind the scenes.

His plan to collect the umbilical cords of the divine children will likely lead to conflict with their parents.

Moreover, the giant hand that emerged from the blood moon is very likely the culprit behind the Pale Night.

"Alright, enough nonsense, just tell me if you're going to do it or not?"

Liu Zheng said.

How many people do you need?

After a moment of silence, the horn-gun hunter asked.

"It depends on your own sincerity."

He shrugged.

"We need to discuss this."

"Okay. You guys can help me gather materials while we discuss things, and hurry up. If I think it's too slow, I'll do it myself."

Liu Zheng said with a smile.

"Humph."

The horn-gun hunter gave him an annoyed look, then left with his men.

Liu Zheng continued to leisurely drink his tea, and casually took out some dried fish as a snack.

"Lady Andrina, may I speak to you in private?"

The hunter captain watched his retreating figure with a complicated expression, then walked to Andrina's side and whispered something.

"what's up?"

Andrina and he walked to the side.

"What's the deal with this stranger? Wasn't he supposed to be Beethoven's disciple? Why does he show absolutely no respect for the church in his words?"

"The hunter captain asked in a deep voice."

"Beethoven did want to take him as a disciple, but he didn't seem to agree. The two fought, and according to those present, they were evenly matched."

Andrina said.

Although the "Holy Sword" hunters and the "Holy Blood" hunters belong to different factions, their relationship is not bad.

Firstly, Beethoven himself did not have a great desire for power and would not require his subordinates to keep their distance from other hunters.

Secondly, a significant portion of the "Holy Blood" hunters are women.

"what?!"

The hunter captain's eyes widened.

Chapter 302 A towering white jade pillar, a purple-gold beam spanning the sea

It was already shocking enough that someone would reject Beethoven's eyes, but this person had actually been on par with Beethoven in terms of skill and ability.

That's the church's chief hunter, practically a human siege weapon.

The beasts that an entire hunting party struggled to handle were no different from cats and dogs in Beethoven's eyes.

The hunter captain had no doubt that if Beethoven wished, he could rule the entire world of Atlantis by force alone.

Of course, Beethoven would never do that.

But that's because he lacked that ambition, not that he lacked that ability.

"Of course, Beethoven didn't use the Holy Sword and held back quite a bit. But this deliveryman's strength is definitely not to be underestimated. Archbishop Amelia also instructed me to try my best to meet his demands and not to offend him."

Andrina said.

"ok, I get it."

"I can't help it," the hunter captain said reluctantly.

He was originally prepared to question Liu Zheng, but after Andrina said that, he gave up.

After all, someone who can fight Beethoven to a standstill would definitely have no problem taking down an entire hunter squad.

Although he was loyal to the church, he had no interest in being martyred.

In the subtle atmosphere, time passed quietly.

Suddenly, Liu Zheng's ear piercing opened.

From the depths of Old Atlantis, faint sounds of explosions could be heard.

Soon, the explosions gradually subsided, but after a while, they started happening again in other places.

More than an hour later, the hunters from the gunpowder workshop returned with their spoils.

"These are the corpses of the giant raven and the two-headed mutant dog you requested."

The horn-wielding hunter pointed to a cart and said.

Two crows, each about half the size of an adult, lay on it, their blood-red eyes wide open in death.

Beside them was a two-headed canine beast, one of whose heads still retained some human features.

The hunters at the gunpowder workshop did not dispose of the carcasses, partly to save time and partly because they were worried that Liu Zheng would deny responsibility by claiming that they had not handled them well.

"very good."

Liu Zheng stood up, picked up his boning knife, and went to the beast's carcass.

With a flick of its tentacles, two giant crows were simultaneously thrown into the air.

Then, with a flash of light, all four wingtips fell into his tentacles.

The carcasses of two giant crows lay on the ground, each wing severed cleanly at the joint, the cuts as smooth as if they had never grown wingtips.

The horn gun hunter and the machine gun hunter frowned slightly.

The layman sees the spectacle, the expert sees the details. Although they mainly used firearms, they were also experts in the use of cold weapons.

They both knew they couldn't do what Liu Zheng just did.

This is not just a matter of strength, but also a matter of weaponry.

The boning knife was terrifyingly sharp; their hunter's armor probably wouldn't offer any protection whatsoever.

"These ingredients are of really high quality."