"No!" Anyone could hear the pain in Jacob's voice, but the Demon Hunting Master's mindset and movements had never been so swift and violent. The fire cannon fired continuously, and the axe in his hand swung wide, each move taking the life of a Deserter.
Belte frowned slightly, Jacob's performance was somewhat beyond his expectation, so he signaled the remaining Deserters to swarm forward, while the Fallen Hunter faced off against the last young Demon Hunter.
"Fallen, bring your life here." The young Demon Hunter wasn't using an axe; instead, he wielded a Longsword and a Long Fire Cannon.
"Show some respect to your seniors, boy. Didn't your mentor ever teach you that?" Belte turned around, looking at the remaining young Demon Hunter.
The young Demon Hunter didn't reply with words; he answered Belte with the pull of a trigger.
The long-barreled fire cannon shot a stream of mercury bullets at Belte's twisted face.
