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Chapter 467: Path to the God Slayer [I]

Think of this.

Hu Qi glanced at the parchment with wet writing in his hand.

The above contains detailed information about the career path of [Shadow].

But it's a pity.

The upper limit of this professional path is only Sequence 6.

Cowboy Dick only got the advanced content of Sequence 7.

As for Sequence Six, I have no idea.

And if he wanted to deduce complete professional path information, he naturally needed a lot of high-level mystical knowledge.

Therefore, we need to find another way.

Fortunately, Hu Qi was already familiar with this situation.

For him, it just takes some time.

……

That night, the sky was covered with dark clouds, and occasionally lightning would explode in the sky like a spider web, spreading to the distant horizon.

Night Crow Harbor, Tide Street.

The damp and cold fog rose from the sea, carrying with it the salty sea breeze, and turned into a rain mist that whimpered through the narrow streets.

At the dock, the ships moored due to the weather rose and fell with the tide, the ropes tightened and loosened, and made strange groans.

Fishing nets and rotting seaweed piled in the corners, blackened by the rain.

From the windows of the tavern on the side near the dock, dim candlelight shone through, shadows of people swayed on the glass, and laughter and drunken curses occasionally pierced the sound of rain, then quickly dissipated.

Crunch!

The door of the tavern was pushed open.

Then close it.

A figure in a black windbreaker and holding an umbrella appeared outside the door.

Irons reeked of alcohol. He licked his dry lips, squinted his eyes, looked around, and took a staggering step.

Having just eaten and drunk his fill, all he could think about was going to the red light district to have some fun.

For him, there are two important things in life: making money and finding a woman.

With his ability, making money is easy.

Now it's time to find a pretty girl, hug her waist, say some dirty words, and do some happy things.

Think about this.

He grinned, his steps unsteadily but with a clear goal in mind, he walked towards the direction of the bright lights and feasting.

To speed things up.

He chose to walk through a dark alley.

clap clap!

The rain hit the surrounding iron buildings, making a sound like dense drumbeats.

The cobblestone road beneath my feet was glowing with a dim light, and rainwater gathered into streams between the stones, meandering towards the low drainage ditch.

The wooden signs around were creaking and shaking in the wind. A notice posted on the wall was torn apart by the wind and rolled to the corner.

Somehow.

Irons suddenly felt a little cold and couldn't help but tighten his windbreaker.

This is an extremely abnormal thing for him as a professional.

"Could it be that the temperature has dropped too much?"

As he was talking to himself like this.

Meow——!
A cry suddenly rang out.

startled him.

Turn around and look.

In the alley, a piece of wood was blown down by the wind and hit a wild cat. The wild cat was frightened and arched its back to try to escape, but its claws slipped on the wet stone slabs.

After falling a few times, he finally disappeared into the shadow of the piled-up wooden barrels.

See this.

Irons' tense muscles relaxed slightly and he exhaled a breath. The alcohol was still lingering in his mind, making the scene in front of him slightly blurry.

hiss--

At this moment, a sharp sound of breaking through the air suddenly tore through the sound of rain!
Aarons' pupils suddenly shrank, and his original drunkenness was instantly dissipated.

He didn't have time to think, his body rolled forward instinctively.

Bang! !

The fierce gust of wind almost exploded by brushing his back. At the same time, a dull loud noise came from the brick wall behind him, and gravel flew everywhere!
He turned around suddenly and saw a twisted and deformed iron rod flying from somewhere and deeply embedded in the wall. The rod was still shaking and rain was flowing down along the rust.

The force of this blow is enough to penetrate flesh and blood!
"Who?!"

Irons shouted sharply, his eyes sweeping around like a knife.

If he hadn't dodged in time just now.

I'm afraid that the whole person will be pierced through by it.

Simultaneously.

An invisible force pulls and spreads.

The rain falling from all around gathered around him like a living thing.

Envelope it in it to form a barrier water curtain.

However, deep in the alley, there was only the sound of rain, and no one was seen.

suddenly.

He seemed to have noticed something.

He suddenly raised his head and looked upwards.

I saw.

In the rain, a strange figure had quietly stood on the wall without anyone noticing.

The man was holding an iron rod and wearing a dark raincoat. His silver faceless mask glowed coldly under the lightning.

The wide hood swayed slightly in the wind, and rain dripped down the corners of his clothes.

He stood still like a sculpture, looking down at Irons in the alley.

Two points of scarlet light could be vaguely seen in the eye holes of the mask, flickering in the rainy night, like the pupils of a dormant beast.

——Crash!

The tall wooden houses on both sides of the alley squeezed out a narrow space, and the rain got heavier.

Raindrops dripped down the rotten eaves, beating out a rapid rhythm in the puddles.

"It's you!? Silver-faced devil!"

Aarons' pupils suddenly contracted and his Adam's apple rolled unconsciously.

The water around him spun faster.

Don't blame him for this.

Since half a month ago, a piece of news has been circulating in the professional circle of Night Crow Port.

A hunter wearing a silver faceless mask who specializes in targeting lone professionals.

What’s even more terrifying is that among the more than ten people who were attacked, only one managed to survive.

It was this survivor who brought forward a description of the appearance of the silver-masked hunter.

Because of the silver mask he wears and his style of doing things.

Also known as the Silver-faced Devil.

His killing was aimless and was purely for the pleasure of slaughter.

From this, it can be inferred that this person most likely encountered problems during the advancement process, was infected by a higher-level being, and had his mind corroded.

This situation is not uncommon in the professional circle.

After all, the path of a professional is full of madness and danger.

Only some of the general professional paths will be relatively safer in the early stages, but they will still be affected as their sequence improves.

The paths of some niche and secretive professionals are even more dangerous.

But Irons never thought that such a thing would happen to him.

Facing such an irrational existence, any attempt to deal with it is futile.

The only way to survive is to give it a try and make the battle more serious.

At this moment, the silver-faced man in the raincoat trembled his arm.

The iron rod turned into a sharp black shadow that suddenly cut through the rain curtain.

Simultaneously.

The man in the silver raincoat jumped down from the wall.

Rushing straight towards him.

The iron rod shot out like a sharp arrow, but the moment it touched Irons' body, it was easily bounced away by the high-speed rotating rain barrier.

There was a crisp sound of "clang" and it fell to the ground weakly.

Simultaneously.

The free water vapor in the air suddenly condensed and turned into crystal chains, which wrapped around the silver-faced man's feet like a spirit snake, instantly binding him in place.

Irons looked at the bound man in the silver raincoat, and the corners of his lips slowly raised into an icy arc.

"Do you think I'm one of those weaklings who can be bullied at will? It would be fine if it were any other time, but this is my home turf now!"

"It looks like I can get a pretty good bounty today!"

Thinking of the other party’s high bounty.

The slight fear that Irons had in his heart about encountering the silver-faced demon suddenly disappeared without a trace.

In his opinion, the opponent's strength was just like that.

He may not be his opponent.

Think about this.

With a low drink.

He flung his arms out.

The rain suddenly stagnated in mid-air.

It condensed and stretched around his body, turning into countless sharp water blades, like floating glass fragments.

The corners of his mouth curled up into a ferocious arc, and his eyes looked at the silver-faced man in front of him.

He folded his arms forward. "Go to hell!"

next second.

The water blade shot out!

However, facing this attack.

There was calmness in the silver-faced man's eyes.

There was no retreat.

He raised his hand and clenched his five fingers into a fist, and the exposed skin of his palm instantly turned the color of black iron.

Then he punched out without any fancy moves, with pure brute force and speed, squeezing the air and creating a semicircular fan-shaped shock wave in the air.

The moment those water blades came into contact with it, they shattered into pieces and turned into water mist all over the sky again!

The grim smile on Irons' face froze before he had time to show surprise.

A huge hand like an iron clamp had already grasped his throat and lifted him off the ground!
"Ho...ho..."

Arons eyes widened.

Want to say something.

however.

next moment.

Five fingers broke his neck.

Suddenly.

Irons was foaming at the mouth, with an expression of uncontrollable fear on his face.

At this moment, he could clearly feel that his extraordinary characteristics and his vitality were rapidly slipping away.

In the mind of the Silver-Faced Man, that is, Hu Qi, there is an additional idea about Irons' career path.

The professional path he works for is called [Rain Master].

Among them, Sequence Nine is the Rain Prayer, Sequence Eight is the Mist Walker, Sequence Seven is the Rain Caller, and Sequence Six is ​​the Storm Bringer.

The Irons in front of him was a Sequence 8 Mist Walker.

“Sequence Six? That’s a pretty good harvest!”

Hu Qi muttered to himself.

At this time.

The Irons in his hand had completely turned into a mummy wearing clothes.

Just a quick search.

Soon after finding some coins in his underwear.

He kicked open the sewer cover, threw the mummy in his hand into it, and closed the cover again.

Bang!
Just as he was about to turn around.

The head suddenly tilted.

A hole was blown directly into the wall on one side.

Just looking at the area of ​​the pothole, it is as big as a human head.

Look up.

Not far from him.

There was an additional man holding a pistol and wearing federal agent uniform.

This guy has no bullshit.

Seeing that he missed, he pulled the trigger again.

boom!
Muzzle flame spray.

What's strange is that if you slow down the view, you will find that the bullet expands several times at the moment of firing.

Facing this circumstances.

Hu Qi flashed and dodged again, listening to the sound of footsteps coming from all directions.

He didn't argue any further and just slapped the ground with his hand.

Suddenly.

The falling rain exploded and turned into white mist, covering the street in an instant.

Wait until the white fog dissipates.

Hu Qi's figure had long disappeared, and the only thing left in the place was the federal agent who uttered an unwilling curse.

……

After a few breaths.

A thousand meters away, on the top of a towering bell tower, Hu Qi's figure appeared like a ghost.

He stood with his hands behind his back, overlooking the entire Night Crow Harbor.

The light of the lighthouse in the distance spread out in the rain, turning into a vague orange-yellow halo, like a sleepy giant eye, barely penetrating the damp and thick darkness.

Raindrops shuttled through the light column, falling like countless silver needles.

His eyes penetrated the rain and locked onto the original alley entrance.

"interesting."

Hu Qi raised the corners of his lips slightly.

"Is it a professional who specializes in musket enhancement, or is it some kind of mysterious item?"

"However, since it has attracted the attention of these people."

He whispered to himself, his voice lost in the sound of rain.

"The next actions will require more caution."

The words have not yet fallen.

His figure had turned into a shadow, blending into the shadow of the building below and disappearing.

rain,
Still raining.

Falling on Gothic spires, beating on harbor masts, soaking the cobbled streets.

This sleepy port city was bathed in rain over and over again.

But there was no way to wash away the rusty, bloody smell that seeped into the cracks between the bricks.

...

More than a month later.

Night Crow Port, in a manor near the sea.

The morning mist had not yet dissipated, and the salty and humid sea breeze, carrying the unique fishy smell of the port, poured into the room through the open floor-to-ceiling windows.

At this moment, the dreaded silver-faced devil.

But he enjoyed his breakfast leisurely like a real noble lord.

Hu Qi was wearing a well-tailored black suit. His slender fingers held the gold-plated knife and gently cut the bear paw on the plate.

The fat sizzled under the blade, and the aroma of meat mixed with the spicy taste of black pepper spread.

A maid stood by, bowing her head, with fresh goat milk in a silver pot still steaming.

In the distance, the port bells could be heard faintly, and the masts of merchant ships pierced the morning mist.

In this manor overlooking the bay, the sound of knives and forks clashing together is the only sound that breaks the silence.

It didn't take long.

Hu Qi finished eating the food on the table.

He reached out and took the wet cloth handed to him by the maid and wiped his mouth.

As for why he is so rich now.

The inheritance he got from Ired alone was certainly not enough for him to squander like this.

The reason for this is that while hunting professionals.

He also robbed these people of their money.

As a professional who possesses extraordinary abilities.

There are no such things as poor people.

The money fell into Hu Qi's hands.

It directly made him a wealthy man.

Hu Qi is not a person who likes to treat himself badly.

Therefore, he spent money to buy a manor and hired a special housekeeper and servants.

Although the background of this era is terrible.

But, having money can still allow you to live a comfortable life.

dong dong...

Just then, a knock on the door broke the silence.

"Come in."

Hu Qi said without looking up.

The door was pushed open and a middle-aged butler in a black tuxedo walked in.

In his hand he held a long box, the surface of which was carved with intricate dark patterns.

"Master, your customized sword has been delivered."

The butler bowed respectfully and presented the wooden box with both hands.

"Oh?"

Hu Qi raised his eyebrows.

He took the wooden box, stroked the uneven lines on its surface with his fingertips, and then opened the copper buckle with a "click".

A dark-colored long sword lay quietly in the box.

Its material does not seem to be ordinary steel, but an amber color, with dark patterns like twilight under the light.

He picked it up, turned his wrist slightly, and the blade drew an elegant arc, like a dusk cloud passing across the sky.

Strangely, the sword was unsharpened.

But it inexplicably gives people a heavy sense of oppression.

"good."

The corners of Hu Qi's lips curled up, and his fingertips gently stroked the faint cloud patterns on the sword's spine.

He waved his hand for the maid and butler to leave.

After the door closed again and the room returned to silence, he turned his gaze to the translucent panel floating in front of him.

(End of this chapter)