Gilan took Vivi to the west of Leia City.
A straight, narrow street runs north to south. Apart from the main road and the stone-paved roads at both ends that allow horse-drawn carriages to pass, there are only seven or eight dirty, muddy alleys that reek of foul stench.
Wooden buckets, millstones, rough water ladles, washing boards, some dirty clothes and worn-out cloth shoes were casually placed in front of each household's door.
Beneath the seemingly identical streetscape to other areas, Gilan knew perfectly well that many Wolf-Faced Hunters were lurking in the stone and wood houses on both sides.
There was no coughing, wailing, or prayer to be heard here.
There was only deathly silence.
And a faint smell of blood.
Gilan didn't even need to guess; the residents in this area had probably all fallen victim to the " Heavenly Bane Cult," most of them dying tragically under the butcher's knife and being offered as sacrifices to the First Year-God, " Scar Father."
" Vivi, go check the situation in the houses on both sides."
Gilan tilted her head and looked at the little familiar on her shoulder.
"Yes, Master, I've got Vivi covered."
The little man answered, flapping his black bat wings vigorously, and slipped into the nearest stone and wood house.
Soon, it passed through the wall and went to another room.
This process repeated itself, and before long, Vivi flew back.
"Master, there are three wolf-headed enemies in the third, fourth, and seventh rooms on the left. There are even more on the right, concentrated in the fifth and sixth rooms, totaling more than twenty."
Vivi whispered in Gilan's ear.
"They're dismembering human corpses, like a slaughterhouse. They're even more brutal than us devils..."
"Okay, I understand."
Gilan narrowed her eyes.
He secretly regretted that he had run out of Orlando Exorcism Pot; otherwise, throwing them into the house would have greatly increased his efficiency in killing enemies.
Gilan, carrying his axe, strode forward and headed first to the house on the left.
He quietly crept to the window of the third room.
I peered out from right up to the exterior wall.
Inside, in the dimly lit environment, was a very simple living room.
A wooden bed covered with straw was stained with blood. A rough wooden table was covered with human heads, men and women, young and old.
Their expressions ranged from fear to pain, their eyes either wide open or tightly closed.
That's quite horrifying.
The remaining headless corpses were piled up like garbage in a corner of the room, their postures contorted. Three burly men wearing wolf head masks were shirtless, hacking at the flesh with heavy cleavers, creating a very bloody scene.
Gilan, her face cold, raised her left hand.
Amidst the distorted colors of light, a Double-Barreled Shotgun appeared in his hand.
He extended the gun barrel through the window into the room, aimed it at the figure, and pulled the trigger.
Thud! Thud!!
Two shots rang out, and shotgun shells flew at close range, instantly shattering the heads of the two Wolf-Faced Hunters who had their backs to him!
The remaining person turned around at the sound, but his bloodshot eyes met the muzzle of a short-barreled revolver.
Bang bang bang!
Three shots landed in quick succession, striking the Wolf-Faced Hunters between the eyebrows, on the bridge of his nose, and in his left cheek. The man let out a hoarse but short howl and fell backward to the ground.
Gilan ambushed and killed three Wolf-Faced Hunters, but did not linger. He put away his gun, turned around and ran back the way he came, which was the end of the street.
Clang!
Clang!!
As soon as he darted away, the doors of the houses on both sides of the street burst open, and a dark mass of Wolf-Faced Hunters poured out, carrying various weapons, searching for traces of the enemy.
But all they could see was a nimble figure disappearing around the street corner.
Ten minutes later.
Gilan turned back and revisited the place.
The once deserted street now had five or six Wolf-Faced Hunters patrolling around, presumably alerted by the earlier ambush.
But this was no challenge for Gilan at all.
He sent Vivi out again. After determining which room had fewer people, she took a detour through the alley, avoiding the patrolling Wolf-Faced Hunters, and appeared outside the window.
Immediately, he resorted to the same tactic, pulling out his gun and launching a close-range attack.
Two deafening roars, followed by a few sporadic gunshots, left a group of powerless, furious Wolf-Faced Hunters huddled in the street, watching the attackers' figures disappear into the distance.
Another ten minutes or so passed.
When Gilan came here for the third time, he found that the Wolf-Faced Hunters had not gone back to the house to continue their "slaughtering work" at all, but had all gathered in the street and were wandering around.
He felt a pang of disappointment; it seemed this kite-flying tactic couldn't continue.
But Gilan did not give up.
"Twenty-three men left." He swung his axe with his right hand and drew his revolver from his waist with his left. "Kill a few more to ease the pressure."
Gilan swaggered towards the group of Heaven's Bane Cult and shouted "Hey!"
Swish!
Upon hearing the sound, the Wolf-Faced Hunters all turned to look.
Their bloodshot eyes gleamed with a frenzied killing intent, and they let out strange howls as they charged toward Gilan, weapons in hand.
Bang bang bang!
Gilan raised his hand and pulled the trigger.
The short-barreled revolver fired at the oncoming enemy.
Despite the large number of people and their menacing demeanor, he remained calm and composed.
Aim, fire, aim again, fire again.
With six bullets emptied from his magazine, he reloaded at lightning speed and fired another burst. A total of four Wolf-Faced Hunters were shot in the head and fell on their way to the charge.
At this moment, the rest had already rushed towards Gilan.
"Kill!!"
Gilan's eyes hardened, and she roared.
He sheathed his revolver, took a deep breath, and activated his secret technique, " Bloodbath." At the same time, he summoned Vivi to cast a " Bloodthirst Curse " on him.
With a gurgling sound.
His muscles bulged, his body was soaked in blood, and even his blond hair was stained red.
His deep blue eyes turned completely black, and his expression became fierce.
when!!
Gilan swung his axe wildly, severing an incoming short sword in one strike. Undeterred, he then pierced the wolf's head.
He turned to dodge the two curved blades, and then unleashed a secret technique called " Bone Crusher," which lashed out like a black whip.
The afterimage flashed by in an instant.
BOOM!!
Gas explosions and a spray of blood erupted.
A Wolf-Faced Hunters was shot through the chest and sent flying like a cannonball, rolling more than ten meters away and leaving a long trail of blood on the ground.
Clang clang clang!
A bronze staff appeared in Gilan's left hand. He swung it horizontally and single-handedly parried three or four machetes and short swords.
He bulged his right arm, making it grow thicker, and unleashed his secret technique, " Skull-Melting Fusion."
Taking advantage of the few seconds he had to dodge left and right, his right hand, wielding the axe, gathered terrifying power.
It was another perilous moment. He dodged several sharp weapons, glancing at the swarming wolf heads around him, their crimson eyes flashing past.
Instead of retreating, Gilan advanced, squeezing through the crowd like a needle through a hole.
"Die!!"
His right arm, with its explosively muscular physique, moved!
With a flick of its wrist, the Demon-Hunting Axe emitted a terrifying shriek!
Pfft!!
The dark gray axe blade flashed like a cold shadow, like a high-speed moving blade, instantly slicing through a row of blood vessels.
The sound of water hissing and splashing rang out.
With this axe strike, Gilan cleaved through the necks and even the bodies of the five Wolf-Faced Hunters in front of him, and blood clung to his body like a thick layer of new clothing.
With a thud, I fell to the ground, and then everything went blank.
Gilan turned sharply and charged at the other enemies.
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Twenty minutes later.
Gilan leaned against the exterior wall of a stone and wood house on the street, holding Cane of Justice, slamming his axe on the ground, and panting heavily.
The street in front of me was littered with severed limbs, wolf heads, and blood.
This battle was truly exhilarating.
Except for not using all three secret techniques simultaneously, Gilan went almost all out, indulging in a bloodbath.
Nearly twenty Wolf-Faced Hunters, each equivalent to a senior Emblem- level fighter, attacked him simultaneously, but he single-handedly slaughtered them all.
This battle was even more thrilling than the one in the Black Lake forest.
After all, although there were many Prisoner Monster surrounding him, only a few could threaten him. But the Wolf-Faced Hunters were different; they were all strong and wielded sharp weapons, and even Gilan at this stage could be seriously injured.
Fortunately, he managed to kill all the enemies at the cost of minor injuries.
Vivi reverted to her human form, knelt beside Gilan, and used a handkerchief to wipe away his sweat and blood. Afterward, she carefully massaged his shoulders and legs to relax his sore muscles.
A moment later.
Having regained some strength, Gilan stopped Vivi and began to Corruption the corpses all around her and inside the house.
He glanced at the colorful numbers in the corner of his vision and his spirits lifted.
275 points!