American Zombie Detective

Chapter 192 The Hunter Arrives

Qin Jin and the demon werewolf were extremely fast. When they rushed to the ground floor hall, the two mutated deacons were still on the second floor.

The scene before me was utter chaos.

The monastery's entrance hall was in a mess, with bullet holes riddled with stone pillars, shattered reliefs on the walls, and lingering smoke in the air.

The most conspicuous thing was the two torn corpses in the center of the field. They had dark skin, were lean and fit, and were wearing tactical camouflage. They were covered with all kinds of guns and equipment, but now they were just tattered sacks.

One person's head hung on a candlestick, while another's head was split in two and scattered all over the ground along with the body.

"The Black Mamba Brothers —"

Qin Jin identified the deceased. Clearly, the two top assassins had rushed into the monastery first, but they underestimated the danger and were the first to be eliminated after the fierce battle.

The battle in the arena continued, appearing to be three against a group!

Three masked figures were dealing with a group of mutated cabbage worm nuns that kept pouring in from the stairs, basement, and back corridor, while another person stood at the entrance, seemingly an outsider, with a corpse lying at his feet as well.

Their masks completely revealed their identities—the Tarot Squad! The strongest hunter team the doctor spoke of, and the pre-selected champions!

Needless to say, the corpse lying on the ground was Luigi. Judging from the situation, he was either ambushed and killed instantly, or the Tarot team couldn't take it anymore and sent him to find Lü Jing and Lia.

The battle is raging!

The man wearing the Grim Reaper mask held a huge scythe that was almost as tall as a person, and even more strangely, he also carried a huge, heavy wooden cross on his back!

A dark iron chain connects the end of the long handle of the sickle to the top of the frame.

His fighting style was bizarre and swift. With each swing of his scythe, a series of whistling sounds filled the air, and a deep black light would occasionally flash across the blade, clearly indicating that it was a spiritual weapon imbued with the power of death.

Each time a wound was inflicted on the mutated nun, a glint of black light flashed from the scythe's blade—likely the power of necromancy—but alas—

The nuns here are dead, which greatly reduces the power of his strange weapon.

Even so, Death was not at a disadvantage as he moved among the nuns, his scythe constantly slicing through their bodies and limbs.

Whenever he is attacked from behind or needs to parry, his heavy cross will fly out and strike under the pull of the iron chain, combining offense and defense, before landing back on his back, giving it a somewhat acrobatic feel.

The judge's face was adorned with a scale pattern. He wore medieval chainmail and wielded a longsword crackling with silvery-white arcs of electricity.

This is an enchanted weapon produced by the Alchemy Guild, and the power on it should be a deep-seated thunder or lightning, which, combined with his rigorous and precise swordsmanship.

Under the swordsmanship of Judgment, almost every strike was effective. The nuns' cuts were filled with lightning, leaving charred marks and causing temporary nerve paralysis.

but----

His opponent was a dead man!

Although lightning can cause some paralysis, it cannot cause the dead to stiffen, which puts him in a very difficult situation, with more defense than offense.

Every time he struck with his sword and achieved a victory, his opponent's hands would reach out and grab him, forcing him to dodge and evade. His chainmail was covered in saliva and scratches.

The only thing that caused the nun great harm was the Hanged Man!

He was also the most enigmatic and active of the three who took action in the entire team.

The Hanging Man hangs face down on the wall or ceiling, with his limbs on the ground, like a giant, humanoid spider. The equipment he wears on his wrists and ankles is not simple protective gear, but rather hooks with elastic ropes and sharp, hook-like tips!

Using ropes that constantly ejected from his arm and leg guards, he could maintain his position on any surface and swing and launch himself at astonishing speeds, whistling through the entire hall and leaving countless afterimages in his wake—

He had already removed the heads of at least three nuns, their headless bodies groping and swaying blindly on the ground. Two other nuns had their bodies severed, seemingly disconnected.

Just then, two tentacle-like flesh tree butlers let out hoarse roars, writhing their massive fleshy tree bodies, and officially joined the battle!

One rushed straight at the relatively slow-moving Grim Reaper, while the other lunged at the Hanged Man who was swinging back and forth on the ceiling.

Seeing that the deacon was not moving fast, Death was overjoyed. The cross behind him suddenly blasted out, forcing back the two nuns, and then he pounced on her!

The enormous scythe gleamed with a black light, and with a series of swift strokes, it struck the butler's tree-trunk-like body, severing her entire form. The butler's figure swayed precariously, and slimy fluid gushed from the ground.

However, the joy on Death's face instantly turned into terror!

The corresponding area on his body actually began to wriggle and grow, sprouting countless granulation tissues. The granulation tissues quickly swelled into pustules, with the blood vessels inside constantly curling and straightening, as if they were alive.

At the same time, Death felt his vitality rapidly draining away, fatigue flooding his brain, and he felt utterly exhausted, as if he had been fighting for hours, wanting nothing more than to collapse on the ground and sleep!

However, he didn't have that chance. The nuns, who looked like caterpillars, pounced on him. Death swung his scythe and cross to block and dodge, severing two of the nuns' arms. Although new granulation tissue hadn't grown, the pustules on their bodies had swelled to almost transparent, clearly reaching their limit!

puff!

The abscess burst open, and the blood streaks instantly fell to the ground. They turned out to be a clump of horsehair worm-like things. As soon as they landed, they burrowed into the butler's wound and firmly sealed it shut!

The terrible wounds began to heal immediately, and the swaying body finally stabilized!

Death was horrified and could only desperately fight his way away from the bizarre monster, getting as far away as possible.

The Hanged Man on the other side was faster, but also more unlucky!

He saw another deacon attacking, and suddenly he launched a single upward strike. A transparent flying rope instantly pierced the ceiling, then pulled his body out of mid-air and swooped down like lightning, slashing horizontally with the flying scythe in his hand!

Swish!

With a soft sound, before the stewardess could even react, her enormous head was completely severed and rolled to the ground!

But, at the very moment he succeeded, the Hanged Man let out a piercing scream, his body stiffened, and he fell straight down from mid-air!

The upside-down man's neck began to swell violently, and a huge granulation tissue instantly ruptured through his skin and collar, bursting out of his neck with a bang!

The abscess burst open! Countless horsehair worms gushed out from it!

He collapsed to the ground, convulsing, not yet dead, but the mutated nun beside him immediately slithered forward with her insect-like body, her sharp mouthparts piercing his skull in an instant.

Tarot Squad, The Hanged Man, The Second Fall!

Because he caused such a fatal injury as decapitation, he suffered the fastest and most severe backlash from the rules!

First, we should attribute it to Luigi, since he is now also a member of the Tarot team.

It all happened so fast! From the moment the butler joined the battle to the moment the Hanged Man died, it was only a few seconds!

Although the Hanged Man's moves were bizarre and outlandish, he was still human after all, and his resistance to the unknown backlash from the monastery was almost zero. If it were Marcus or Qin Jin instead, the time would have been delayed by at least dozens of times.

"roar--!"

The werewolf's enormous body moved!

Like a runaway heavy tank, it pounded the ground with great strides, heading straight for the nearest judgment!

Judgment had just broken free from the two mutated nuns when he crashed into the werewolf demon. He instantly raised his longsword high, unleashing the strongest lightning bolts, and slashed straight at it!

"Death to the demons!"

The demon werewolf growled, its claws, burning with hellfire, slashing out horizontally without dodging or avoiding!

"Clang—Snap!"

The longsword, crackling with lightning, clashed with the wolf's claws, producing a piercing metallic cracking sound. The enchanted longsword was shattered like fragile glass with a single blow!

The wolf claws continued their momentum, their terrifying force sweeping directly across Judgment's body—

The judge froze in place, his chainmail snapped in the middle, and his upper body slowly slid down a diagonal line—his internal organs spilled out all over the ground, and then his body collapsed headfirst.

The trial was cleaved in two by a claw.

In an instant, the Tarot deck lost another member!

"return!"

The Fool, who had been observing from the sidelines, could no longer remain calm and summoned Death to approach.

Death, already terrified, desperately swung the cross aside, sending the two nuns flying, and retreated towards the Fool without regard for anything else.

And the Fool himself moved for the first time!

He suddenly pulled a strange object from his pocket. It wasn't a musical instrument, but a white twig with countless branches, covered with holes of varying sizes. He brought it to his lips, pressed his fingers against the holes in a strange rhythm, and blew hard!

"Whoosh—Buzz"

A deep, melodious, yet indescribably eerie and ethereal voice rang out, and with this strange voice, thick white mist suddenly gushed out from the holes in the wooden branch!

The fog appeared with astonishing speed, like a flood bursting its banks, instantly engulfing the entire hall.