Jensen had been dreaming of gnawing on a fragrant "roast lamb chop" when he suddenly woke amid howling winds. Just as he was about to do something, he hit the ground.
With a bang, Jensen felt his body make intimate contact with the hard earth.
Before the collision, he had seen a series of bizarre figures and heard some gloating voices.
"Another unlucky newcomer."
"A Tyros Fiend. Wonder where it came from?"
"That half-goat, half-human look is so adorable. Big sis likes it."
"Hmph, I wonder how it tastes? I've never sampled Tyros Fiend meat before."
Those unfriendly voices entered Jensen's ears, but they did not frighten him. As a seasoned and powerful Demon Hunter, Jensen had even fought the "fallen incarnation of the Lord of Light." There probably was no monster in this world that could scare him.
He shook his head, dispelling the unpleasant sensation of weightlessness, then abruptly rose to his feet. A double-barreled hunting rifle had appeared in his hand. It looked ancient and outdated, but the terrifying aura surging from the rune-covered gun immediately forced the malicious onlookers to retreat in unison.
It had been reforged by legendary craftsmen of the Tyros Fiend Race and, most importantly, blessed by a "Master." Unlike the Truth Thorn given to Tang Qi, this was a divine weapon with horrifying offensive power.
The Thorn Master Raphael had personally left these words: A hunting rifle that only my friend Jensen may wield. Within its range lies truth.
Jensen with the Truth Hunting Rifle and Jensen without it were two entirely different concepts.
Having been snatched from his cabin and brought to this unknown place for no reason, Jensen could not find any reason not to use it.
He scanned his surroundings. The first things to enter his sight were