Demon hunter's Cooking Manual

Across the moat, in the shadows.

The five members of the 'Transmigration Cult' were all startled at the sudden appearance of Jason.

They hadn't expected anyone to show up behind them.

However, the 'Transmigration Cult' disciple referred to as senior brother immediately waved his hand, and the two disciples who were previously at the back and now at the front charged at Jason on horseback.

Having accompanied the senior brother on this 'city capturing' mission, these two were certainly not ordinary disciples.

With bulging muscles and steady breaths, even at night, their eyes gleamed brightly.

Martial Artists!

Both of them were martial artists who had completed 'Muscle'.

Moreover, they had considerable horseback skills.

At this moment, as they spurred their horses into a charge, the long spears in their hands pointed diagonally to the ground, the red speartips of Sakurako a dark crimson in the night, dancing with the wind. But in the next moment, the spread tips suddenly tightened—

Whoosh!

The long spears lifted.

The gale howled.

Even though it was a charge by two, there was an auditory illusion of a war formation's roar.

Especially when the two completed the action simultaneously, the roar was even louder.

And!

They blocked Jason's retreat.

Whether Jason dodged left or right, the sharp spear blades would pierce him.

As for retreating?

A direct back thrust from the spears would mean even quicker death.

So, Jason chose to charge forward.

Seeing this, the 'Transmigration Cult' disciple referred to as senior brother immediately laughed.

Wherever he went, he brought along these two silent followers, not only because of their outstanding strength but also because of their proficiency in combined attack techniques.

It's just like now.

The left, right, and back were blocked, seemingly leaving only the forward path.

In truth, moving forward was also a 'trap'.

A trap that wasn't a trap.

A cavalry charge, while the spear is sharp.

But it pales compared to the impact of a warhorse.

If hit by the warhorse, an ordinary person would have their internal organs shattered and die instantly, and even martial artists who mastered 'Muscle' wouldn't escape broken bones and tendons.

Even though the martial artist in front wore iron armor, being hit by the warhorse would definitely severely injure him.

Thud, thud, thud!

In the midst of dense hoofbeats, the already swift warhorses suddenly accelerated again.

Every Knight was familiar with their warhorse.

They knew the horsepower of their warhorses.

And knew how to accumulate that power.

Then, to unleash it at the critical moment.

The two spear-wielding Knights let out a sinister laugh in unison.

"Die!"

The chest of the warhorses was aimed directly at the oncoming Jason.

The long spears in their hands were lifted high again, spear tips pointed downward, aiming at Jason like venomous snakes ready to strike at any moment.

The warhorses would collide, followed by the spears thrusting forward.

The two Knights already envisioned the familiar scene.

After all, having cooperated since childhood, nothing was unfamiliar to them.

But in the next moment, they were shocked beyond measure.

It wasn't that the warhorses hadn't hit Jason.

The warhorses indeed collided with Jason.

Boom!

This muffled sound was far more intense than before, and the sound of bones breaking was incredibly clear.

But!

It wasn't Jason's bones that broke.

Instead, it was... the warhorses!

Neigh!

The two warhorses, cultivated with the Knights over many years with almost telepathic connections, let out a tragic scream, and the Knights hadn't the time to check on the horses, much less thrust their spears, when their bodies all simultaneously reeled backward.

Because the warhorses had been lifted.

Thud, thud.

The warhorses fell, Knights fell.

Three 'Transmigration Cult' disciples behind witnessed this scene in horror.

They could make out the tall and burly figure approaching.

Naturally, such a person's strength was immense, which was undeniable.

But overturning two warhorses, still charging, bearing Knights, was beyond what they could accept, surpassing their imagination.

"Innate Divine Strength?!"

The 'Transmigration Cult' disciple called senior brother exclaimed in shock.

In the shadows, his face started to twitch.

He knew of the legends of so-called 'Innate Divine Strength', these were an extremely special, rare group of beings, born different, able to easily defeat martial artists who had mastered 'Muscle', or even 'Bone Tempering', without having learned martial arts.

And if they mastered the martial arts secret techniques, they would completely become weapons capable of crushing those at the same level, overstepping levels in challenges, and become a dominant force on the battlefield.

Such people, charging and breaking through battle lines, clad in dual armor, wielding hammer and mace, were utterly unstoppable on the battlefield.

He had once heard elders at the main altar describe such individuals, carrying immense admiration.

He wished to become such a person.

But he absolutely did not wish to encounter such a person.

He knew how troublesome it was to face such a person.

"Kill him!"

The 'Transmigration Cult' disciple referred to as senior brother shouted.

The two disciples beside him immediately drew out their magic wands together with this senior brother.

But just as the three were about to chant spells—

Boom, boom boom!

The sound of war drums.

On the battlefield, the war drums sounded abruptly as the charge commenced.

A Blood Fiend Aura inexplicably enveloped the surroundings.

The three's bodies instantly stiffened.

By the time they regained movement, Jason had already rushed forward.

Moreover, the three confirmed that the war drum sound and the Blood Fiend Aura emanated from the man in front of them.

Immediately, an uncontrollable fear rose in their hearts.

"How many has he killed?"

The three thought simultaneously.

They had seen ruthless figures before.

At least, until just now, they believed the presence that slaughtered hundreds was a ruthless figure.

But when facing Jason, they suddenly realized that so-called ruthless figure was a joke, akin to a toddler learning to babble.