Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

A quarter of an hour after Li Deshang led a team of gunmen away from the city gate, several shadows appeared nearby.

They leaned against the shadows of the alleys, gazing up at the city walls.

"What's going on?"

"Why are there so many patrols now?"

"And guns too!"

A figure frowned, asking in a low voice.

Those beside him exchanged glances, clearly unsure of what had happened.

"Go and find out."

The person who spoke first said.

"Yes, Altar Master."

After nodding in response, several people quickly disappeared into the night.

The leader left behind watched the city gate of Mountain City with a flickering gaze.

He had prepared for a long time!

There must not be any mistakes!

This leader silently thought to himself.

Soon, several figures returned.

One of them, speaking very quickly and at a low volume, yet clearly, said, "Altar Master, a conflict broke out between the Golden Sand Gang and the authorities at the docks, alerting the soldiers."

"Golden Sand Gang?"

The leader was taken aback.

He knew about this human trafficking gang,

but had never interacted with them.

Initially, he thought they were just rats in the gutter.

Unexpectedly, they dared to challenge the authorities head-on.

If only he had known, he should have cooperated with them.

But, there's no medicine for regret.

It's too late to say anything now.

"The conflict between the Golden Sand Gang and the authorities is a good thing, though, as the soldiers at the city gate became alert, their numbers decreased, especially the firearms division, which lost more than half of its people."

"As long as we act quickly, taking the city gate, our sect members outside can charge in, and at that time, the sect members inside will respond."

"Holy Mother descends, Transmigration to Blissful Paradise!"

The leader lowly chanted.

"Holy Mother descends, Transmigration to Blissful Paradise!"

The remaining few chanted together.

With the chanting, everyone's breath became fervent.

They stared at the brightly lit city gate, their eyes glowing like hungry wolves.

Then, without any hesitation.

All except the Altar Master began stealthily approaching the city gate.

Each person's movements were agile and nimble.

Clearly, all were trained and quite skilled.

Meanwhile, the leader, known as the Altar Master, stood in the shadows watching.

Until—

"Who's there?"

A loud shout came from the city gate.

A few 'Transmigration Cult' followers, undeterred by the loud shout as they approached the city gate, only quickened their pace.

"Fire arrows!"

Swish swish swish!

With the order given, several 'Transmigration Cult' followers were immediately shot into hedgehogs.

However, these people did not die.

They were still alive.

Even, they were still moving.

"Holy Mother descends, Transmigration to Blissful Paradise!"

They kept chanting while constantly approaching the city gate.

The soldiers above and below the city gate were terrified.

Especially the soldiers below, holding long spears, though outnumbered the enemy by dozens of times, they kept retreating.

"Trans, Transmigration Cult."

The soldier said stammeringly.

They had also heard of this sect.

It was rumored to be very mystical, and now it seemed true.

"What are you afraid of?"

"A bunch of tricksters!"

A commanding officer sneered.

Just now, he had seen these 'Transmigration Cult' followers putting something in their mouths as the arrows fell.

Pills to dull the pain and fight tirelessly.

Though impressive now, once the effect wears off?

It would be worse than death!

He had seen such tricks among wanderers before, nothing surprising.

'A chance to make a name for myself!'

The commanding officer thought, immediately rushing up the city gate, shouting to the dazed soldiers.

"Fire arrows!"

"Keep firing!"

"Where are the gunners?"

"Open fire!"

On the city gate, the commanding officer's continuous shout startled the surrounding soldiers.

Arrows fell again.

Gunshots echoed repeatedly.

Bang bang bang!

After a swirl of smoke, several 'Transmigration Cult' followers below the city wall fell, unable to rise again.

The commanding officer sneered once more.

Even potent drugs have limits.

Once that limit is exceeded, none of them will escape death.

But why would these 'Transmigration Cult' followers come to the city gate in the dead of night?

The commanding officer was puzzled, solemnly staring at the bodies of the 'Transmigration Cult' followers below, then instinctively looking further into the city.

It was so dark, he couldn't see clearly.

'Only a few of them?'

'Or...?'

The commanding officer thought, suddenly seeming to realize something.

He turned and looked outside the city gate.

Outside the city gate was pitch-black and silent, devoid of any sound.

Unlike the usual atmosphere of chirping insects.

"Be wary..."

Boom!

The warning was abruptly cut off.

A basketball-sized fireball suddenly shot out of the darkness, hitting the commanding officer squarely.

Explosion sounds followed.

The commanding officer was blown into pieces.

"Heavenly Punishment!"

"The Holy Mother of Transmigration has rendered Heavenly Punishment!"

"The commanding officer is dead!"

"Blown to pieces!"

The voices initially came from the base of the city wall, quickly spreading, and within a few breaths, these voices echoed both above and below the city wall, turning the entire city gate area into chaos.

The Altar Master, who approached the city gate amid the confusion, carefully put away his magic wand, and seeing the city gate in complete disarray, a trace of pride flashed in his eyes.

Everything was as he had predicted.

As long as he displayed 'divine prowess.'

Then everything would fall into place.

Now?