The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

Silverfeather Hydra spoke casually as she slowly emerged from the shadows of the alley. Although she was holding a large, straight-ribbed black umbrella, she still chose a spot to take shelter from the rain. Vivian was obediently waiting beside her.

The young female agent from the Secret Service was pursing her lips, trying her best to keep a straight face to prevent any sign of panic.

The sacrifices made by the Red Cup priests at any cost, and the appearance of several Hunter supervisors... all indicate that this attack was anything but ordinary, and it was clearly unrealistic for me to try and take advantage of it.

"When did you find out? Tsk, too late! If only it had been sooner..."

Hei Rong wiped the sticky, blood-like raindrops from his face, looking somewhat annoyed. He couldn't help but stomp on Huo Wen's body, now reduced to mere bone fragments, a few more times in his rage.

"Actually, the Secret Service had already learned of the problem with the drainage system three days ago, but we encountered a small problem when we were about to convey it to the Funeral Court..."

"Three days ago?"

Black Banyan's aged eyes twitched slightly, his gaze filled with disbelief.

"Three days is enough time for us to clean up the ritual array in the sewers and those rats in human skin! What are you doing? Why did you wait until the ritual was already activated before you told us?"

With torrential rain pouring down, the city's drainage pipes are completely filled with raging torrents, making any cleanup work impossible at this point.

Silver Feather Hydra Book Search Group $_: ≡¨′√_Lu“．×Si◎ flicked her long, curly red hair and raised her hand to stop Black Banyan, who was about to grab her collar.

"Yes, why? I don't understand either. Let's leave this question to your 'Chief Hunter'."

Hei Rong's incredulous expression quickly turned into confusion, so much so that he was completely unaware that his leather hunting suit was soaked through with blood.

"Did the chief prevent the information from being transmitted? But... he must have his reasons. Oh well, let's proceed according to the established plan..."

Silver Hydra placed one hand on Vivian's shoulder, holding an umbrella as it led her slowly into the rain of blood.

"If only our Secret Court agents had your level of obedience. You truly live up to your reputation as 'pure weapons,' never doubting 'Funeral Minister' even when it comes to something so contrary to common sense."

"Although I'd love to stay out of this, I'm afraid I'll have to stay and fight alongside you all this time. The Red Cup Sect has been a very peaceful esoteric sect for the past hundred years, but now they've made a move that rivals the 'Rotting Crown' sect..."

She sighed softly with a hint of sorrow, then left the umbrella with Vivian before leaping into the blood-soaked rain, letting the sticky blood soak her delicate makeup.

"Hopefully, the chief hunter can really clean up this mess."

During the brief pause in their conversation, the blood droplets drifting in the air suddenly froze, as if captured in an old photograph. They rapidly flowed back, falling into the inverted triangular emblem in the sky, coalescing into a blurry human figure.

"The complete [Drinker]..."

The silver-feathered hydra lightly bit its crimson lips and clicked its tongue slightly.

Although the dancer Sayens almost managed to attract a drinker on her own at the Norlington Central Museum, it was a simple ritual etched on her skin that was highly flawed.

Even if the summoning is successful in that situation, the "Drinker" that descends is extremely unstable in the real world and may collapse at any time.

But the current ritual is complete, and if it is not killed in time... this servant of the gods will gradually "adapt" to this world.

"The material world is so sweet, even in the rain it is full of the fragrance of life."

The "Drinker," formed from pure blood, glanced around, pausing briefly on one of the hunters, but not truly focusing on anyone. It was as if it were merely admiring the flowers in a flowerbed.

"Thank you all for your warm welcome. I am 'Yates,' the servant of the cup... Although there is no invitation, I will still make an exception and allow you to be a part of this banquet and share in this endless feast."

"boom!"

In the brief moment he was speaking, a burst of flames instantly engulfed his entire body.

"Hit! A blow to the chest, the extent of the damage is unknown. The bullet did not penetrate excessively, suggesting that although the target's body is entirely composed of blood, its physical strength is not low."

Concealed in the shadows of the windowsill, Child licked his lips and reported the details to Professor Terence beside him.

After completely eliminating the invading evil offspring, the White Cup members stationed at the Central Museum quickly received news of the Drinker's arrival and subsequently came to the Hunter Order to provide support.

"Great, we should run away now."

If the opponent is a high priest, Terence will have Childe provide suppressive fire.

But the guy in front of them was a genuine "servant of the gods," so leaving their current sniping position was the best solution. The two quickly left the room, and even retreated directly from the building.

"[Redundant Knowledge Intrusion]? The White Cup's Old Trick..."

As the smoke and blazing light dissipated, Yates's mangled figure reappeared in the air. He slowly descended to the ground, his liquid body made of blood obscuring his features and expression.

Blood was diverting, intertwining, and rapidly plasticizing into bone and flesh. In the blink of an eye, he had become a human without skin, and the huge wound caused by the sniper shot had disappeared without a trace.

"vomit……"

After Yates's form materialized, the first thing he did was vomit. Countless red and white, turbid, viscous substances gushed from his mouth and scattered all over the ground.

“It was the brain. He spat out the proliferated brain and, incidentally, removed the invading ‘redundant consciousness’.”

Hei Rong exhaled a heavy breath, then turned his gaze to Hai Da.

“Head Maid Haida, this is not your area of ​​responsibility. You have already killed a high priest of asceticism in the Hunger Club, there is no need for you to sacrifice yourself here... Please leave.”

"I won't make a pointless sacrifice. Let me stay here. Maybe it will be useful."

Haida gently stroked the hilt of her wooden folding knife, meeting Hei Rong's gaze without flinching.

"……it is good."

The highly experienced hunter from the unorthodox path paused for a moment, then nodded in agreement with her idea. With just a glance, Hei Rong knew that Hai Da was an excellent hunter, not a suicidal person seeking sacrifice.

He paused, then raised his banyan-wood mallet and shotgun and charged at the servant of God, Yates.

"Old, weak, and shrouded in death, you are annoyed... How can a fly like you be present at such a grand feast?"

Blood congealed in Yates' hands into a longsword and armor, and his skin and hair had fully grown back. If it weren't for this terrifying aura, his appearance would be no different from that of an ordinary person.

Yates casually swung his sword horizontally towards Black Banyan, spraying blood as the latter was instantly severed at the waist. His entire body was split in two, one above the other.

"Phew...that feels much better."

Yates brandished his sword with satisfaction, looking down at everyone with an air of superiority.

"Isn't your chief hunter here yet? Also, I recommend that you don't come up one by one to your deaths... that would make the whole banquet very boring."

Silver Feather Hydra glanced around and realized with some helplessness that it seemed to have the highest official rank at the moment... so it could only take over the guidance and begin to issue orders.

"Abandon close-quarters engagement and maintain suppressive fire. Simultaneously consolidate the front line; allow for a repositioning once ammunition is exhausted." + "Lu [^÷≈]"

The hunters around her, responding to her command, began to unleash their final barrage on Yates.

"Your skill in inscribing prayers on weapons has become increasingly refined. Give you a few hundred more years, and perhaps mortals will truly be able to kill me with the very things they hold..."

His body was shattered into pieces by the scorching steel winds, yet it didn't move an inch. The chunks of flesh seemed fixed in place, burned one moment and replaced the next.

When the barrage of suppressive fire could barely be sustained, Silver Feather Hydra sighed softly and took out a slender ceremonial sword carved with raven feathers from her cane.

"Even though I'm an intelligence agent, I'm always forced to get involved in these things... Is this the fate of working for the Hunter's Order?"

Vivian, standing on the street corner with an umbrella, watched her boss complaining and thought to herself, "So even the head of the Secret Service has these kinds of troubles. I thought I was the only one who had this problem..."

Silverfeathered Hydra drew its sword and performed an ancient and formal Atilian dueling salute to the divine servant before it. Then it slowly walked towards him.

Unlike with the Black Banyan, this servant in the cup did not attack her directly, but instead allowed her to come to his side with a playful attitude.

“Beautiful lady, you are more polite than that mad hunter. Since you have shown courtesy, I have no choice but to accept your invitation... and I will accept your duel.”

Yates held the blood-stained blade to his chest and returned the salute with an even more standard gesture. To show his respect for the lady, he even bowed slightly.

Just then! The Silver Feather Hydra had already closed in with its sword, and suddenly let out a roar that was completely devoid of decorum.

"Johnson! If you're not dead, then hurry up and make your move! You don't really want to see me fight this guy one-on-one, do you?"

Upon being called by his real name, Hei Rong immediately stood up, supporting himself on the ground.

His upper and lower body remained severed. Although the huge wound was bleeding profusely, no intestines or anything like that were protruding... It was filled with tangled banyan tree branches.

"The timing is good..."

With one hand bracing himself up, the "Banyan Tree of Death" mallet in his other hand struck Yates's ankle. Taking advantage of this opening, the Silver Hydra's saber pierced Yates's neck.

"Is this the surprise you prepared for me? It certainly has the style of you Mystics."

Yates let out a low groan, and then branches of the Banyan Tree of Death began to emerge from his mouth. These life-sucking plants had already burrowed into his body through the crack in his ankle, devouring him along the way.

But... that's far from enough!

The corpses of all the evil offspring around him shriveled up rapidly, while his own body expanded in an instant, instantly shaking the two apart.

Just then, Haida's gray-chestnut eyes suddenly darkened; this was the opening she had been waiting for.

The pure black nun's robes fluttered in the wind, creating a sharp sound. The folding knife in her hand flashed like a butterfly, plunging heavily into Yates' chest.

When infused with full spiritual power, the Hunter's Prayer on the wooden-handled folding knife emitted bursts of dazzling azure light.

“Mortal, do you really think you can harm a god? How arrogant, how insignificant… how foolish.”

Yates, his mouth full of banyan branches, wasn't annoyed; he merely frowned and let out a heartfelt sigh. Suddenly, his frivolous and nonchalant expression turned to one of surprise.

"You found it, but... how is that possible? You lowly thing, you!"

Haida accurately ripped out a portion of his true "heart" from within the layers of flesh and blood protecting him. This powerful muscle, still pulsating, was stuck in the tip of the knife.

Yates swung her sword to strike, but she nimbly dodged it and regained a safe distance.

A sliver of light pierced through the blood-red clouds; it was the rising sun… It was already several minutes past six.

A wisp of mist, seemingly there yet nowhere, spread imperceptibly along the street corner, like an ordinary morning fog...

"You are not a mortal? Are you a chosen one of the God of Hunting? Or..."

The servant in the cup stared at Haida with almost gritted teeth; having lost part of his "heart," his body was beginning to falter. Haida, as always, remained silent, only slowly stepping in, carrying her folding knife.

“Never mind.” Yates’s expression of disgust returned to calm almost instantly.

"No matter how exceptionally talented or brilliant you are among humans, your ultimate fate is to turn to ashes along with my projection. Feel and understand what despair is... pathetic creature."

His body began to contract violently, and his flesh and blood rapidly dissolved and formed a tree-like structure.

The opponent is about to transform into a sacred tree. Once completed, it will likely dissolve most of the life in the block and use it as food. How can we stop it?

Haida was unaware.

She didn't even know the principle behind how she had managed to damage Yates' core; it was all simply a result of that intense, almost absurd, instinct. (Liu)

Suddenly, she caught a familiar floral scent, like the slightly bitter fragrance of fallen leaves. It was very familiar, yet she couldn't name it at all.

A slender index finger with stitches gently brushed against Haida's nose, and Fran, whose eyes still held the weariness of waking up, had somehow appeared beside her.

"'The Summoning Potion' is a balm made from fallen petals. Dear Sister Heda, do you remember? Using it will summon a kind brother who will be willing to lend you a helping hand."

"...I think I forgot."

Haida narrowed her eyes and looked at Fran, a strong premonition rising within her... The doctor girl in front of her was very likely the culprit that caused her memory to become blurred.

Fran, true to his spirit of never taking the blame, shook his finger and began to explain the specific reasons.

"It's normal to lose your memory after experiencing something so intense for the first time... I recommend you read 'Aftermath of Crossing Boundaries and the Self-Protection Mechanisms of the Human Brain,' compiled from Mr. Randolph's autobiography. Don't blame doctors when you get sick."

"Even without external interference, you'll probably be able to gradually recall it in a few more weeks."

Haida truly felt some memories swirling back into her mind, but she remained in a daze.

"So, who did you bring in? Dr. Fran?"

"An old friend, someone we both know..."

Fran pursed his lips, clasped his hands slightly together, and a cunning and malicious smile appeared on his lips.

The expanding Tree of Flesh and Blood was suddenly enveloped by a huge and deep dark green light.

The writhing branches, the twisted faces, the spreading bone thorns—all vanished in an instant in the light of the dark stars.

"Professor Yazler, your Comet is the best!"

A knight clad in full-body white wolf demon armor brought his staff, inlaid with a full moonstone, to his lips and lightly blew away non-existent gunpowder smoke.

Judging from her voice and demeanor, she should be a woman... Although Haida didn't know who the person was, she still felt a strange sense of familiarity, as if they had known each other for a long time.

“She is the ‘Queen of the Boundaries’. Perhaps she has other names and appearances… but the one you and I know is named ‘Ivenne’.”

Fran winked gently at the sea, then took out a yellow copper pocket watch from the pocket of his white coat.

"Or perhaps Sister Haida wants free memory regression therapy, which I can provide as well?"

Chapter Thirty-Nine: Transcending Boundaries

"...What is that? A secret technique of the Star Ranks, or...true 'magic'?"

As the silver-feathered hydra gazed at the ashes of the divine servant Yates and the gradually fading deep starlight, the muscles at the corners of its eyes twitched uncontrollably.

Although the servants summoned by the first type of ritual are extremely threatening, they have not yet escaped their human nature.

Even a mortal with only meager mystical powers can kill someone if their skills are superb and their methods ingenious enough.