Chapter 1687: Orchestrating from the Shadows
Breaking through skill with brute force was obviously impossible. In a pure strength contest, they wouldn’t even be a match for Older Brother Jayad, let alone his stage-locking ability. So, what about the other path?
“Playing along with the current act? But what play is it now?” Sherris asked, looking at the one person and two ghosts who were continuously trying different approaches.
“It’s very simple. Isn’t it a play about a Demon Hunter catching ghosts right now? Either the Demon Hunter kills the ghosts, or the Demon Hunter is killed by the ghosts. As long as one of these conditions is met, it’ll be over,” Jayad said with a smile.
A chill ran down everyone’s spines. This meant that to escape, they simply had to fight to the death until one side won. Only then would this giant stage be released.
But even if one side won, this stage was created by Older Brother Jayad. In other words, no one could guarantee he wouldn’t attack the weakened survivors again.
“But they’re constantly looking for an exit and not fighting at all. When will they realize they have to kill each other to get out?” Lorna asked.
“That’s not difficult sometimes, a director needs to make some arrangements for the script to develop correctly,” Older Brother Jayad said, gesturing forward with his finger.
I felt the scenery before my eyes begin to shift. Houses and streets moved under the control of some unknown mechanism, but the one person and two ghosts remained oblivious.
The stage terrain changed rapidly and silently. The evil spirit, moving at high speed as resentment, inexplicably crashed into the Demon Hunter’s vicinity.
“Wah! Wah! Wah!” Terrifying baby cries continuously sounded. This was the dead infant attempting to attack the culprit hidden within this stage.
Unexpectedly, Jayad had silently moved it to the Demon Hunter’s side. The Old Demon Hunter felt a sonic blast of evil magic pierce his ears, as if his very soul was being hunted, causing him immense pain.
He rapidly teleported backward, simultaneously smashing a bottle of Holy Water forward. The female ghost naturally drifted away at once, but the entire street moved one block in reverse, sending her back to her original position, even though theoretically, ghosts shouldn’t be affected by physical forces.
“Crack!” The Holy Water bottle shattered, and a large amount of Holy Water gushed out, drenching the female ghost and the dead infant. A cloud of white smoke rose, accompanied by the female ghost’s scream, and she reappeared.
This time, her face and skin were heavily burned by the Holy Water. Even the dead infant accompanying her was splashed and suffered immense injury, letting out an unprecedented cry.
The Old Demon Hunter was sent flying by the dead infant’s wail. His teleportation could only cover a short distance, not enough to escape the range of the dead infant’s cries. The moment he reappeared, he stumbled and fell to the ground, his soul severely wounded.
When both sides recovered, there was nothing more to say. They were now mortal enemies, and frankly, there was never much to discuss. They didn’t speak the same language, the Demon Hunter’s killing of ghosts was natural, and vengeful spirits harbored intense killing intent towards all living beings.
They were already like fire and water, which was why they had been fighting fiercely before. If this large stage hadn’t suddenly appeared and trapped them, they would have surely fought to the death. Now, the battle had simply resumed.
The Old Demon Hunter struck first, raising his pistol and firing repeatedly at the female ghost. Her form flickered, dodging his shots, while simultaneously the ghost infant lunged at the Demon Hunter.
The Old Demon Hunter swung his pistol, clashing his bayonet and knuckle dusters against the infant’s small hands. A trace of dark green resentment immediately stained his hand, while the infant’s small palm was tainted with purple snake venom.
The scene that followed left me stunned. The Old Demon Hunter kept teleporting backward, maintaining his distance. After all, he was a caster and a gunman, more effective at long range.
However, the ghost infant pursued him relentlessly. This infant, with incomplete skin, crawled like a puppy but at astonishing speed, reminiscent of an alien or the Insect Race.
This small, flesh-colored baby, with a long umbilical cord attached to its belly, moved nimbly, running and jumping on the cardboard and wooden rooms used for the set, attacking the Old Demon Hunter from various bizarre angles.
Pieces of bloodstain were left along its path from the injuries inflicted by the Old Demon Hunter’s bullets and bayonet. Combined with the wailing female ghost flying behind, dangling by her neck, the scene was utterly terrifying. Any ordinary person would have been scared to death.
But the Old Demon Hunter remained calm and composed, blocking the ghost infant’s attacks with precision again and again. He was too familiar with these kinds of terrifying evil spirits, having killed countless vengeful and evil spirits in far more horrific states than these two. They were merely exceptionally powerful.
He was looking for an opportunity. Just as the ghost infant charged at him again, the Old Demon Hunter suddenly threw a rune card. Centered around the glowing runes, a powerful suction force formed.
The suction was so immense that the dead infant couldn’t stop itself and was pinned to the ground upon landing on the rune card. Simultaneously, four rune cards arranged nearby lit up with lightning, enveloping it in a flash of electricity.
This was precisely the trap the Old Demon Hunter had planned in advance. He had been retreating continuously to separate the female ghost and the dead infant via their movement and to lure one into the pre-set trap.
Resentful spirits, filled with malice, would often go mad and attack indiscriminately, without thinking, making them easy to manipulate.
The Demon Hunter swiftly sidestepped. He didn’t attack the dead infant because he had already tried attacking it multiple times. The dead infant was impervious to such attacks; its intense resentment allowed it to recover even when wounded by silver weapons or pierced by magic-dispelling bullets.
He immediately swung his pistol, the sharp bayonet slicing through the umbilical cord. To prevent it from rejoining, the Demon Hunter quickly drew a rune, and a fiery shockwave blew the two umbilical cords apart, incidentally scorching them.
“Ahhhhhh!!!” A frantic wail erupted from both sides simultaneously, full of anguish. The umbilical cord, as the connection between this unborn dead infant and its mother, held profound symbolic meaning and was a crucial pillar allowing them to exist in this form.
Now that it was severed by the Demon Hunter, their reaction was indeed exceptionally intense. The resentment provided by the mother ceased, and the ghost infant’s aura, suppressed by the trap, significantly weakened.
The Old Demon Hunter’s snake-like head grinned, letting out an unpleasant laugh. He knew that the resentment of a single wraith couldn’t be this great. Although both ghosts’ resentment was terrifying, by connecting through the umbilical cord and concentrating their resentment, this was the reason for the ghost infant’s immense power.
Without hesitation, he charged directly at the ghost infant, which was being suppressed by the trap, and plunged his bayonet in. He then fired three more shots to finish it off, magic-dispelling bullets piercing the ghost infant’s body.
