He promised to become a knight, but what the heck is Astartes?

With the rotation of his life magnetic field and the enhancement of all his abilities, even a high-ranking knight would be no match for Rorschach!

Hunter: Khorne

[Number: 1388]

[Affiliation: Night Owl Knights]

Hunting Points: 637

"Continue the hunt."

Luo Xia glanced at his hunter card, made a mental estimate, and was certain that his score was enough to break into the top ten.

But if that were all, Rorschach would naturally not be satisfied.

After all, having the ability to be number one but not using it would undoubtedly be a waste of one's talent.

Although the reward for first place in the preliminary round is not great, even a small mosquito is still a piece of meat, right?

Over the next few days, Luo Xia completely unleashed his Musou mode.

Any mutated magical beast below the high rank simply cannot withstand a single shot from Luo Xia.

As for high-level mutated magical beasts, let's use eight shots.

"That...that person is Khorne from the Night Owl Arena?"

"This is terrifying! This guy is killing monsters like he's slaughtering pigs! He's a monster-killing machine!"

"Quick, quick, he's coming this way! Hide!"

In just two days, the name of Khorne resounded throughout the entire Black Wasteland Forest.

Almost whenever they encounter one of Rorschach's contestants, they immediately hide, or at least take a detour.

It's just too scary!

Who could kill high-level mutated magical beasts like cutting melons and vegetables while only being a quasi-knight!

Even a mid-level knight couldn't do that!

As the contestants spread the word, Khorne's name had become a terrifying demon in everyone's hearts.

……

The eighth night.

Black Wasteland City, one of the northernmost cities of the empire, is a military fortress built by wizards to protect the Black Wasteland Forest.

Normally, only an imperial border guard and a few wandering knights, mercenaries, and prostitutes who make a living here year-round are stationed here...

So even though it's nighttime, the nightlife here is just beginning.

However, no imperial affairs are being discussed here today.

Everyone stared at the three enormous steel steamships displayed in the square.

"Hunter 719, Hunting Points 35".

"Hunter 213, Hunting Points 88".

"Hunter 442, Hunting Points 138!"

"Wow! Another one breaking 100, did the Winter Hunting Cup really flop this time?"

"I remember last time it broke a hundred, why is it so few this time? The future of the empire is worrying."

"Northern Pills".

The eight-day brutal hunt has come to an end.

These extraordinary individuals who emerged from the Black Wilderness Forest were almost all incredibly exhausted and injured, a far cry from their former high-spirited selves.

The white wizard's announcements continued, and most people's scores were below one hundred.

The white wizard looked grim, for he had learned about the Blood Cult from Anderson and the others.

This infuriated Lawrence, who had already been reprimanded by his teacher for the purple beam of light.

If he fails to submit his hunting quota now, he will have to hunt in the Black Wilderness Forest to make up for it.

"Damn the Blood Cult, damn the purple beam of light!"

Actually, not being able to submit the hunting quota was a minor matter for Lawrence, but the deaths of so many superhumans in this Winter Hunting Cup was a major issue!

This Winter Hunting Cup was undoubtedly a failure compared to previous editions.

Some of the participating superhumans were eaten by monsters from the Blood God Cult, some mistook the purple beam of light for a sacred artifact and fought each other, and some, lacking the strength, were killed by mutated magical beasts.

Although this last part managed to escape, it was simply not enough to fulfill the hunting quota for this mission.

"Why am I so unlucky!"

Clyde, covered in bruises, arrived at Anderson and the others' side, looking at their mocking expressions with a sense of helplessness.

On his first day, he encountered the Crimson Blood Beast. If it weren't for his own strength and fast pace, he would have been in serious trouble.

He, Clyde, is going to die in this dark wilderness this time.

"It's good enough that you're alive. That's the peak of the second tier. You managed to escape from them, which is something to brag about."

Oscar also had some injuries, but compared to the others, his spirits were relatively good.

"Sigh, we should thank that mysterious expert, otherwise we would all be doomed here."

Anderson looked extremely tired, his eyes filled with worry as he looked towards the entrance of the square, hoping to see that familiar figure appear.

This time in the Black Wilderness Forest, their Iron Blood Squad suffered a great loss.

I don't know what's wrong with the Blood God Cult, but they actually managed to get a peak second-tier Crimson Blood Beast into the Black Wilderness Forest.

Are all those wizards on guard duty blind?

Moreover, why is there no reaction whatsoever to the rune array that covers the entire Black Wilderness Forest?

Anderson was exhausted. He just hoped that Rorschach hadn't lost any limbs, otherwise how could he face the company commander?

"But Vice Commander, did you really see the corpse of that Crimson Blood Beast?"

Laurence, who was standing nearby, suddenly asked, "After entering the Black Wasteland, our Ironblood Squad dispersed."

Besides Clyde and himself, only Anderson had seen that peak second-tier crimson blood beast.

"I didn't see it."

Anderson shook his head, which immediately surprised Laurence and the others. You didn't even see it, yet you still reported false information.

"But I saw its pieces of flesh."

As he spoke, Anderson opened the package beside him, which contained a portion of the remains of the Crimson Blood Beast that had been blown to pieces by Rorschach's explosive shot.

"Sigh~"

"What kind of strength does it take to turn this thing into minced meat?"

Laurence was shocked as he looked at the bloody remains in the package.

After all, this was definitely not done by a knight, and it's not even possible for a wizard to do it.

To kill a peak second-tier crimson blood beast, one must be at least a peak-tier Grand Knight or a peak second-circle Wizard.

But even such a person has no ability to completely crush this crimson blood beast into blood and flesh scraps.

"That's beyond our knowledge..."

Rorschach!

Anderson shook his head, wanting to say something more, but then he suddenly saw that familiar figure at the entrance of the square.

Anderson breathed a sigh of relief when he saw that Rorschach was unharmed and his clothes were barely torn.

"Hey kid, you weren't in any danger, were you?"

Anderson strode forward and carefully examined Rorschach. He was somewhat surprised to see that the other man looked radiant.

Eight days in the wilderness, and they still haven't gotten tired?

What kind of constitution does this person have?!

"Me? In danger?"

Rorschach, masked, almost laughed; he was lucky he wasn't becoming a danger to others.

Who else could be a danger to Rorschach?

"It's alright, it's like fighting in a boxing ring, it's quite easy."

Luo Xia shrugged; naturally, he wouldn't reveal what he had been experiencing these past few days.

After all, that was just too terrifying.

A person with two hearts? Wouldn't they be considered a monster?

"That's fine, that's fine."

Anderson breathed a sigh of relief, pulled Rorschach to the Ironblood Squad's gathering place, and said in a low voice:

"You're lucky to be alive, kid. You have no idea what's happened in the Black Wilderness Forest these past few days!"

"Huh? What's the big deal?"

Luo Xia was stunned when he heard this. Could there be anything bigger than having two hearts, awakening spiritual energy, and pretending to be a super-level powerhouse?

"It's the Blood God Cult! The Blood God Cult has gone mad, sending a peak second-tier crimson blood beast to break in!"

Anderson's expression was extremely solemn, but he patted Rorschach on the shoulder in a reassuring manner and said:

"However, the other party has already been dealt with by a mysterious powerhouse. You have no idea how commotion it caused—it was like Thor descending upon the land!"

"When I went to check on it a day later, the peak second-tier Crimson Blood Beast had been blown to pieces."

Seemingly to prove the truth of his words, Anderson even showed Rorschach the bag of minced meat next to him.

"Hehe, wow, luckily I'm alive! If I had run into that, I would have been crushed to death!"

Rorschach's lips twitched slightly beneath the mask, but he still nodded in shock, as if it were truly a stroke of luck.

"Alright, let's give this to the dean when we get back. The Blood God Cult has really gotten itself into big trouble this time. The Northern Wizarding Association has issued a kill order."