Chapter 383: Praise Fel
It wasn’t that Jonathan didn’t know the gravity of the situation. It was precisely because he did that he made such a decision. He had a vague feeling that this abnormal disaster was different from the past. Calling in the army directly might not be a good idea, so he planned to find the source of his uneasiness first.
Fortunately, every member of the Demon Hunter Department was versatile, and the team’s configuration was as complete as possible. For example, Jonathan was not only a warlock but also a swordsman and archer, proficient in many mystical knowledge. Except for a few specializing in combat, most of his subordinates had some spellcasting abilities and had studied relevant mystical knowledge. This was the source of his confidence in venturing to investigate.
However, not everyone had the spirit of a lone hero. Except for Jonathan, the other team members just wanted to leave this place. The more they understood the mysteries, the more fear they felt. Moreover, as members of the Demon Hunter Department, they had often experienced many abnormal events, which filled them with even more dread.
Unfortunately, while they had special rights and abundant resources, they were also subject to many restrictions. They couldn’t run away when encountering danger like adventurers. They could only follow their captain’s actions miserably, while cursing the bastard in their hearts to die quickly. That way, they would have a reason to escape. As for the issue of mission failure, it could be entirely blamed on the dead captain. They were just small fries; what could they know?
The group didn’t bother with disguises. Countless bloody lessons had clearly told them that it simply wouldn’t work. Firstly, their strength attributes were different. Secondly, who said that colleagues always got along well? Neither the Demon’s Head nor the Flesh and Blood Church had the consciousness of being a family. Mutual deception within their ranks had become a common practice, and backstabbing was even more commonplace. So those who thought they could blend in and be safe usually wouldn’t survive until the next day. If one could truly blend in, then the problem was even bigger, because they were definitely not normal.
Relying on the thief’s stealth skills, Jonathan’s group gradually approached the residential area, witnessing even more cruel scenes.
The warlocks of the Demon’s Head were fond of summoning demons to carry out massacres. This not only pleased the demons but also allowed them to take the opportunity to collect more souls to summon stronger demons. Therefore, demons could be seen abusing and killing humans throughout the city.
In contrast, the people of the Flesh and Blood Church were much simpler. They were simply dedicated to sacrificing more flesh and blood to the Flesh and Blood Lord. As a result, the places where they operated were like slaughterhouses, filled with severed limbs, scattered organs, and pools of blood. It was also they who used twisted flesh and blood to block the city gates. Anyone who dared to approach would either have their flesh and blood twisted into monsters or be devoured by the distorted flesh.
There were even some who had changed professions to become necromancers, fishing in troubled waters, awakening the dead remains, enslaving the souls of those who had died in this disaster. It was like a carnival for them.
Jonathan had long been accustomed to the chaotic scene before him. What truly made him uneasy was Fel.
Along the way, Jonathan had seen too many people with green eyes. They were panicking and struggling to escape like ordinary people. However, he keenly noticed that these Fel-infected people were not the primary targets of the demons and undead. They even showed strong resistance after touching the cursed and twisted flesh and blood. To some extent, in this city full of curses and killing, Fel was more like a blessing.
This wasn’t the first time Jonathan had heard of Fel; he had even read relevant intelligence reports.
Because Fel had only recently emerged and its lethality was not significant, it hadn’t attracted much attention from the Demon Hunter Department.
This was mainly because the concentration of Fel significantly decreased after leaking into the main world and was suppressed by the more complete laws. Before Fel could adapt, its lethality was indeed inconspicuous, but its contamination ability remained unaffected and became even more insidious. The early symptoms were merely green eyes, without even signs of irritability or aggression. This was the reason why the Demon Hunter Department ignored Fel. After all, compared to the soul-devouring demons, the flesh-twisting church, and the restless undead, Fel seemed too harmless.
However, here, as Fel continued to spread, the deaths of more hosts led to a significant increase in its concentration, and its terrifying side gradually revealed itself.
Jonathan, sensing something was amiss, decided to search for more evidence, and for that, he needed some samples.
“This is a gift from God. Drink it, and the demons won’t gnaw on your body, the undead won’t torment your soul, and we can obtain eternal peace. Praise Fel!” Inside a house, a man with faint green fluorescence in his eyes was promoting the Fel soup he had brewed with his blood to more people.
This man was also a Fel-infected person. But compared to other infected, he would always faintly hear some whispers, and every time, the Fel energy within his body would increase and become purer, involuntarily leading him to brew this pot of Fel soup.
Instinct told him that spreading Fel could bring him more blessings. He would become stronger, even omnipotent. Therefore, taking advantage of the spreading panic, he gathered his neighbors and held a Fel gathering.
Normally, if someone dared to promote a pot of strange green soup, they would have been dragged to the lord and hanged. But now, it had become the only choice for many.
What Jonathan could notice, the people trapped in the city could naturally see as well. Therefore, even though they knew drinking the strange soup might lead to irreversible consequences, between dying now and taking a gamble, they undoubtedly chose the latter.
As bowl after bowl of Fel soup was consumed, these commoners with eerie green eyes suddenly felt they had nothing to fear. Their hearts were at peace, and their bodies craved Fel.
Before the Fel soup brewer could say anything more, Jonathan, with a longsword in one hand and an alchemical firearm in the other, dashed in like a cheetah, his body low to the ground. He swiftly decapitated the man with his sword, then before he could even stand firm, fired several shots in quick succession, killing several Fel-infected people who had consumed the soup. He then held his sword horizontally in front of him, resting the firearm on his sword-wielding arm. After confirming there were no more living enemies, he signaled. The team members guarding the window and back door immediately entered and secured the door.
Although it wasn’t the first time he had used an alchemical firearm, Jonathan had to admit that it was indeed more efficient than a sword.
Alchemical firearms were driven by alchemical potions and magic power, firing metal projectiles or energy bolts. Although they had various drawbacks and were expensive, it had to be acknowledged that they were very effective, especially for novices. Even he would carry one as a backup weapon.
Like now, there was no need for complicated spellcasting or intense movements, just swinging his arm and pulling the trigger.
The only pity was that it didn’t pose much of a threat to true masters, especially demons and undead.
