Chapter 118: Steam Demon Hunter

「This bunch of damned demon hunters, they just don't know to clean up the rainwater outside?, they insist on coming inside to wet the sofa, which is hard to clean. 」

Seeing this, the bartender immediately muttered under his breath.

But he didn't dare say anything.

After all, these demon hunters, during these days of entering the Gray Night rainy season, have made their tavern earn basins and bowls full.

Previously, during the rainy season.

Their tavern in this river-valley border town was completely a scene where the door could catch sparrows—making even a copper coin hard to earn.

These foreign visitors, although they are a bit difficult to serve.

But they are generous with money; the young bartender has gotten plenty of tips lately.

These seven or eight foreign demon hunters.

"That damned bunch of herders, they actually dare to come test us—do they really think our demon hunter priest has no eyes?"

Creating a steady wind belt is still easy.

Wind and waves sweep over the whole body of the hot-bodied, bold foreign demon hunter beauty.

"Hey… that mage, yes, I'm talking about you."

In human territory, those destructive, sacrificial, blood‑sacrificing sorts of "evil spirit mysterious cults" still at least retain the essence of being "human" as a people.

Demon hunters were discussing among themselves.

However you look at it, they are undoubtedly genius transcendents.

Examining the pupils of Ta Ke, the silver rings inside flickered faintly.

"The weird weather is bad enough, but then we actually ran into this damned rainy season—this rain is truly freaking huge."

"Burn me with your fire, dry my clothes—my whole body's wet clothing is too uncomfortable."

"Exactly, my light armor has been chewed up by them."

Ta Ke smiled.

"I even feel they're too stupid."

"My demon hunter rune bell is also ringing nonstop." Said the hot‑bodied, burly female demon hunter in the crowd, shaking the bell on her wrist.

The herders' and Dark Sun Fallen's bones were just casually piled aside by those demon hunters, their manner quite bold and rugged.

While this demon hunter squad was discussing,

"But this damnable ghostly weather here is too… depressing."

"Don't underestimate the dark creatures here."

Ta Ke just stood aside, listening quietly.

It's just mixed with some foreign dialects and accents, sounding like another language.

Obviously, it should be triggered by dark creatures approaching.

But Ta Ke doesn't mind getting to know this group of foreign demon hunters.

While they sorted out their wet gear and clothing, the demon hunters chatted loudly, their tone and actions bold and unrestrained.

But after Ta Ke paid a little attention, he could basically understand everything.

Unfortunately, the bell didn't ring as she shook her arm.

"After a fight, I did nothing else—my intimidating roar just went to get water, I'm about to drink my fill and go play ball."

"If it gets burned, it counts as mine."

"Sister will cover all your drinks this month."

"After drying, I'll cover all your food and drinks today."

"Hey, bartender, I'll cover his expenses today."

"Micro Hurricane Technique."

"They use the Ashen Dark Tide, step by step advancing, building an altar, summoning the Dark Sun, and then using the Dark Sun to build their own Dark Sun ecology."

Sat down near the large fireplace.

Ta Ke's bit of magic made the squad's Level 42 genius Steam Demon Hunter captain, who has silver pupils, narrow his eyes slightly.

"Their step‑by‑step expansion is leaving even the Sailiangsi Duchy struggling to keep up."

"Hey, young mage little bro, give sis a spell like that just now."

After all, their captain is no simpleton.

"They've got an Evil God Church behind them."

Among the demon hunters, that bald demon hunter looked at Ta Ke and said in a rough voice:

"Moreover, those herders who believe in the Dark Sun are better at large‑scale warfare—not the sort of foolish evil spirits that dare to provoke recklessly with just a trick."

Their level is as high as Level 42, already an intermediate demon hunter.

Herders still retain human form.

Just then.

Scorching hot waves of wind, after a few breaths, that demon hunter was completely dried by Ta Ke's wind.

In the demon hunter squad, that hot‑bodied, plump, healthy wheat‑skinned, beautiful‑looking tall demon hunter beauty.

"That damned idiot actually used his own blood as a curse."

"My knife's broken and can't be fixed here."

The more he looked, the more he felt that this "Steam Mage" before him was mysterious and formidable!

"Young mage, your bit of magic is truly awesome."

"These Dark Sun Fallen still have something—their teeth are practically like an alchemical alloy."

But the Dark Sun Fallen, born polluted in sin, shows more of a "herd" nature, not human.

A deep understanding and mastery of the three-star rune spell 'Rune of Windhold'.

"Captain... I understand what you said."

I'm just sitting here listening to your talk; I haven't provoked you.

"Exactly, and the smell of these guys is so obvious that my demon-hunting hound could smell them from far away. They thought we hadn't noticed them."

"During our time here, although we've killed many Darkday Depraved and Herders, we can't let our guard down."

But being contaminated by Darkday, that is completely abandoning human nature and accepting degeneration into aberrant monsters.

One of them suddenly seemed to have discovered something.

And that trick of theirs is also quite unbelievable.

"Young mage, you're only level 21—how strong can your fire be?"

"These wet clothes on you—I'd rather you burn them all," said the foreign demon hunter indifferently.

At that moment, the squad captain—a young-looking demon hunter with a high rank—spoke calmly.

"The dark creatures here completely lack the caution that demon hunters develop after countless battles."

"Don't worry, my gear is all supernatural equipment—hehe… even the thing protecting my junk."

Take raised an eyebrow—is meeting a rich woman the rhythm to slack off for twenty years?

Even here in this town, normally a month's worth of liquor wouldn't be worth a few magic gold.

"You're fine, but my saber's been corroded by that herder's blood."

Take paused, then said.

It turned out to be a 'Steam Mage'.

A vortex of wind blew in from beside the fireplace flames into the fire, then the wind channel poured into the demon hunter's legs, sweeping over his whole body and blowing out from the top of his head.

He boldly hooked a finger at Take.

Take was really afraid that a single nightmare fire oil bomb would burn that level‑34 demon hunter to death on the spot.

Take could see clearly that these demon hunters were hunting two—herders.

Take remembered that the demon hunters' exorcism ritual lets them gain more source energy and origin from darkfallen beings.

The tone of several demon hunter squad members was clearly relaxed.

And they were still over level thirty 'Herders'.

"No fire—hot wind works better."

Take's control of wind magic had already reached an astonishing degree, further enhanced by 'Precision'.

Anyway, these guys have already been 'physically salvaged', so they probably don't care if another wave of 'magical salvation' comes.

These demon hunters still use the official common language of the 'Three‑Eyed God Holy Spirit Dominion'.

"Absorbing their surrendered supernatural beings and turning them into herders, then continuing to expand the Darkday Depraved populace, cultivating elites, leaders, and even Darkday Depraved lords."

"Are the demon hunters in this world just for show?"

I don't know if they'll want to hold another exorcism ritual later.

Take cast a spell again.

Steam Sequence, a powerful A‑rank supernatural talent, plus peculiar bloodline power, and possibly—talent ability.

As Take's spell fell.

"For half a month you can only see the moon, or rather a magically cold moon."

As that mage was casting, he only then noticed the young mage he had previously overlooked.

While speaking, Take had already cast a spell.

He whistled at Take.

"Moreover, their attack steps are very steady."

The contamination of Darkday itself is a distortion and mutation of humanity's ecology.

Besides the herders, there were also several elite Darkday Depraved whose skin had scaled armor.

"Oh! This damn heat wave, little bro‑mage, your breeze feels great on sis!"

"My fire… is really strong!"

And they're still quite young.

Feeling his dry clothes, the bald demon hunter burst out laughing.

Turned toward the group of demon hunters, Take wore an innocent expression.

"For half a month it's all sun—a weird blood‑red sun."

The fiery beautiful demon hunter's blatantly bold words instantly made the group of demon hunters burst out laughing.

Even a few bored local supernatural beings nearby were amused by this.

Laughter filled every corner of the inn, even spilling out into the rain outside.

In this border town's little tavern, a world where only Take loses out—perfectly achieved!