Eldritch Horror Theatre

What an absolute killing machine!

Seeing the metallic flames wreathing the weapon, making the Long Blade's very shape appear to shift and leap, Fu Qian praised it inwardly.

This made it even more obvious. It was just like Amira's—the legendary Star Law.

Sure enough, members of The Order each had their own specialties, and this person's comprehension seemed completely geared toward hunting and killing.

Besides, whether for slaughter or hunting, blade oils and enchantments were hardly rare. But in Fu Qian's eyes, this odd-looking flame definitely did more than just burn.

Although he hadn't spoken a word, the Order Hunter's continuous movements exuded undeniable pressure.

As a direct result, the bathrobed woman beside him turned pale. Completely abandoning her discussion with Fu Qian about logical loopholes, she locked her eyes onto his Reaper's Footsteps.

"Who are you? What do you want? Did you cause all this?"

Her opening move remained the same—an instant triple-combo of questions.

Responding to the woman was a narrow, sharp blade that crossed over five meters to aim straight for her forehead, accompanied by a bizarre sensation of surging fluid.

The hunter struck with such decisiveness that he didn't even give Fu Qian a heads-up, completely unconcerned about catching him in the crossfire.

Fortunately, as an art practitioner, Fu Qian had fastidiously maintained his distance from the bathrobed woman.

His specific standard for distance was ensuring that, in most situations, he wouldn't get splashed with blood.

...

Facts proved that this hunter was both ruthless and reliable.

That slash, seemingly capable of tearing through anything, had its distance gauged perfectly. In the end, it merely swept past her face in a dazzling blur.

"Are you crazy?!"

The bathrobed woman screamed. When she reappeared, she was already several meters away.

"I'm Harriet. You're a hunter from The Order? You're actually crazy enough to attack innocent civilians?"

Lady, aren't you a little too into character?

Seeing that she still hadn't forgotten to rattle off her triple-combo of questions, Fu Qian sighed inwardly.

No matter how you looked at it, the agility she had just shown in dodging that blade obviously had nothing to do with being an innocent civilian.

Of course, it was also possible that she just wasn't used to her role yet.

For example, what if she really had been an innocent civilian originally, and had only recently transformed?

Critiques aside, Fu Qian was well-versed in an audience member's self-cultivation, so he politely kept his mouth shut.

Meanwhile, Harriet no longer had the luxury to speak. After his first strike missed, the Order Hunter's blade followed up without a moment's pause, adopting a relentless, fight-to-the-death stance.

If not for her dodging and weaving in a manner that completely defied common sense—and even physics—she probably would have perished under the blade by now.

Even so, under such relentless pressure, her evasive maneuvers eventually reached their limit.

With a fearless, lunging thrust from the hunter, one of Harriet's arms took a solid hit.

Boom!

With a heavy, explosive sound, Harriet flew backward as if struck by a cannonball, shattering several street-facing shop windows along the way.

Was it actually like swinging a mass of molten lead?

This hammer-like scene deeply amused Fu Qian.

As a bystander, he naturally saw more details. At the exact moment the blade struck flesh, the surging sensation accompanying the Long Blade's swing abruptly changed.

It was as if it had suddenly found an outlet, bursting open to deliver an incredibly heavy impact.

In contrast, the preceding pursuit and slashes had been extremely agile and ruthless, completely unaffected by that terrifying mass.

This commandment brought by the starry sky truly possessed many aspects that defied common sense and transcended logic.

Following this successful strike, the Order Hunter's deadly footsteps didn't pause in the slightest. He charged straight into the shadowed wreckage.

Instantly, a peculiar gunshot rang out again as a snow-white arc of electricity flashed. He had maintained his good habit of clearing the way with his gun.

But that same flash of light also illuminated his own figure flying backward.

Before the hunter's body even hit the ground, he suffered the exact same fate as his prey. Swept away by something, he crashed into an archway behind him, sending brick and stone flying.

Everything happened in a flash of lightning and stone spark. However, the man appeared completely unharmed. He quickly rushed back out, heading straight for this side.

...

See, this is why there's no need to follow them and watch.

Fu Qian was highly satisfied with this outcome.

The reason the hunter chased in this direction was simple: right after he was swatted away, a bloodstained figure darted out of the shattered shop window a step ahead of him, and her destination was also here.

In comparison, however, Harriet looked far more miserable.

That slash to her arm, along with its incredible accompanying force, had directly shattered her sleeve and all the flesh of her right arm. Her broken, eerie white bones were clearly visible.

Yet this fatal wound—at least for a normal person—didn't even seem to affect her speed. She continued to sprint toward him as if flying.

Actually, she really did seem to be flying.

Her suddenly increased speed whipped up the hem of her loose robe.

Under the starlight, it was clear that her bare legs weren't moving; they weren't even touching the ground.

Combined with her slightly strange bodily angle, it looked as if someone were hugging her from behind, carrying her along to dodge and weave through the attacks.

And right now, they were throwing themselves right into his arms.

...

Fu Qian didn't move, because he knew exactly what Harriet was trying to do.

What had just happened was actually quite simple. The Order Hunter had lured him over, then locked onto his target and launched a sudden assault. However, he had failed to subdue her in one strike and instead found himself trapped by her counterattack.

His target had used that time gap to play the part of an innocent bystander who had been rudely awakened, slipping out from the neighboring building.

And just as he had instantly seen through Harriet's act, he had instantly known the intent behind her performance.

Obviously, this special hunting dimension wasn't so easy to break out of, otherwise she would have fled far away by now.

Having carelessly fallen into danger with a powerful enemy relentlessly pursuing her, she didn't have many options left. Taking a hostage was undeniably a strategy worth considering.

Especially since—even if it was a bit hard to understand—a genuine innocent bystander had actually stumbled into the hunting grounds.

The sole purpose of her spouting nonsense at close range earlier had been to confirm his threat level and just how innocent he really was.

And since a gentleman helps others fulfill their wishes, he had decisively given her what she wanted, maintaining an expression of pure innocence.

Therefore, the final result was that even if those two fought a spectacular battle, as long as one of them didn't die on the spot, they were highly likely to come back here.

"Stay back, or he's dead!"

Amid his thoughts, a cold-radiating blade was already pressed against his neck.

Using her good hand, Harriet clumsily adopted a hostage-taking posture, glaring coldly at the pursuing hunter.

Not only did she drop the facade in her posture, but even her voice had turned alluring, carrying a suppressed panting in her throat.

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