Demigod Mage in America

At this moment in the hunting grounds, at Wade's suggestion, all the hunters split up and dispersed to search for clues.

Ryan watched as Wade and another hunter sneaked into the villa.

"He really has some ideas."

Ryan was growing to admire this young man more and more; with that drive, he would succeed at anything.

The two successfully found an altar in the villa, which was filled with skulls of various sizes, with the majority being those of deformed infants.

This is what Renn saw in the basement. He initially took the idea that Murphy was a sorcerer from other people's conversations as a warlock or some other kind of mage.

Later he learned that Murphy claimed to be a sorcerer, but he didn't know any magic at all. He just used some witchcraft he got from his hometown to fool people.

He worships the First Sun Tescatlipoca, or perhaps another more familiar name.

Smoke Mirror!

This altar makes Murphy's body invulnerable to bullets and blades, but the price is that a virgin and three babies must be sacrificed to the jaguar god every year.

This ability is retained or even enhanced after it mutates.

The giant monster, impervious to blades and bullets and capable of seeing through objects, sends chills down the spines of countless hunters.

However, Renn looked down on such clumsy methods; he'd rather make a deal with the devils.

If the other party could truly connect with those legendary gods, Renn might think twice. But unfortunately, it's just a ritual that allows him to gain some abilities, nothing more.

Ryan scoffed at such a despicable trick.

If he really needed to, he could kidnap a few powerful demons and make them work for him, since the will of hell couldn't interfere with him in this world anyway.

Wade and another hunter also discovered the place, with Wade being the most panicked.

He had already recognized that although the villa had changed, it was still his girlfriend's workplace.

in case……

Wade slapped himself to calm down.

No, now is not the time to think about these things.

"Let's each take one side and split it open simultaneously!"

Another man with a stubble beard, who had clearly been homeless for some time, nodded, and the two men simultaneously raised their weapons.

Bang! The fire axe slammed into the altar, instantly activating the bound power within.

A recoil force was transmitted to the two men through their weapons, and both were simultaneously thrown back by the force, crashing heavily into the furniture.

Wade felt his internal organs churning, as if he could vomit them out if he opened his mouth.

Fortunately, once he entered the game, this abnormality in him was quickly suppressed. When he looked up, the altar had already been destroyed.

"Rage!" A sharp, mournful cry came from outside. Wade was startled at first, then overjoyed. He realized that he must have found the right weakness.

He had noticed something unusual when he entered the villa before, but he couldn't quite figure it out, so this time he was just trying his luck.

"We did it! Let's go back and help!"

The hunter nodded and prepared to help Wade up.

Just as the two sides were about to approach, a cold glint appeared first.

Swish! Almost instinctively, Wade used his left hand to firmly press down on the man's hand holding the knife.

He didn't ask why, but followed his instincts that had allowed him to survive on the battlefield: knee strike, disarm, and throat slit.

He knew that everyone in this game had their own agenda.

He thought that since he had led them to victory, even if they weren't grateful, they wouldn't attack him again.

In retrospect, some of these guys really deserved to die.

The man clutched his throat, trying to stop the gushing blood, but failed. Finally, his eyes widened and he collapsed helplessly.

Wade expressionlessly searched the man's body for all the bullets, then picked up the man's Sparks rifle and replaced his own, which was already empty.

As Ryan watched Wade hoist the Sparks onto his shoulder and walk out, a realization dawned on him: this kind of gun was best suited for one thing—sniping.

"However, I didn't set it to be bound to the item as a drop, so how are you going to get it...?"

Wade quickly showed Ryan what clearing the field meant.

Once Murphy's defenses are broken, he is no longer invincible; he can be cut by sharp weapons and bruised by blunt weapons.

Furthermore, its large size and insufficient defense had another consequence: the firearms that Rein had deliberately weakened were actually more powerful on it.

Because of its large size, the bullet could not penetrate the body and instead remained inside.

After being fired, a pointed bullet tumbles, and upon impact with flesh, it destroys surrounding muscle tissue, creating a cavity—this is known as the cavity effect.

"The terrifying upright ape is still too authoritative for ordinary wild beasts." Ryan's movements became more gentle and skillful, while Catherine made a purring sound, like a puppy.

"Mmm..." She kept making "mmm" sounds as Raine spoke, but whether she understood or not, no one knew.

Murphy had already been riddled with bullets by other hunters, and his fate became even more tragic after he joined the hunt.

Its left shoulder was a bloody mess, its left arm hung limply, and its left ankle was also deformed from being hit. Judging from the dense bullet holes, it was clearly shotgunned.

Ryan was merciful; he left these beasts a glimmer of hope: if they won the game, they could be reborn.

In order to truly have a chance of winning, this group of people also gained self-awareness; in other words, they are a group of intelligent monsters.

But only Murphy knew the bitterness in his heart.

Those hunters, who are clearly just ordinary people, can jump from the third floor and not die, and even if they are grabbed by it, they will not suffer fractures, dislocations, ruptured internal organs, or other injuries.

And the other side has guns! They have Molotov cocktails! If you get attacked, run back to your location and hide; you'll recover in a while.

Most importantly, this group of people seems to be immortal; you can't kill them all.

"Rage!" It wanted to roar, but the words turned into a mournful cry.

It could only watch helplessly as its former subordinates were brutally murdered by others.

And now, it's its turn.

Murphy's mind went blank, because just a moment ago, a bullet had pierced precisely through his eye socket.

It's all a scam! It was fake from the start! They're just toys! Where's the hope of turning things around? From the beginning, all the gang members were just heading towards destruction.

The so-called struggle is nothing more than delaying the inevitable end.

"Rage!" Murphy roared one last time; it had seen it.

The man stood on the rooftop, his gaze coldly surveying everything below.

"Heh...heh heh heh..." In its final moments, it broke free from the shackles of life and let out a human laugh in its monstrous form.

"Don't think you've won; bigger trouble is waiting for you..."

Before it could finish speaking, Renn reached out and grabbed it. In an instant, its mind went blank, and the next moment it was already in Renn's hand.

"Trouble? You'd better actually cause me trouble. According to the deal, your soul belongs to me."

Murphy was taken aback, then his expression changed drastically. They and Renn had all signed a contract.

If he wins, Raine must release them according to the rules; if he loses, their souls, bodies, and every inch of their skin belong to Raine.

"No! No! I..."

It could no longer speak, because Renn had sealed its mouth shut.