The Record of Unusual Creatures

Chapter 108: We Better Run

Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

Hao Ren regretted the moment he threw the MDT out: what if the lady had gotten away with the MDT? He may not have been able to get a replacement from Raven 12345…

However, what happened next proved that not everyone has bats in the belfry like the lasses in Hao Ren’s house. When the scarred lady saw the hexagonal, metal object with a bluish glow, her first thought was it being some kind of ‘hidden weapon’. Wary that it may have been an explosive, she did not parry it. In the blink of an eye, she spatially shifted and reemerged 20 meters away. She raised her crossbow almost immediately and fired a shot!

Hao Ren was prepared this time. His muscles were ready to fire whenever he summoned them. As the silver bolt approached, he quickly slanted his body… but he was still hit in the knee.

The scarred lady was puzzled; the weirdo fought like a pro and moved with style yet somehow, he would still get hit every time. As a professional in her own right, she had no idea what Hao Ren was up to. Hao Ren brooded. Man could never beat the speed of a quarrel. As he was at it, several tinkling sounds from his back bothered him. Some of the demon hunters were sniping him from behind.

He kept performing his evasive maneuvers until sudden realization hit him: bullet dodging happened only in movies. Since he had the Steel Membrane Shield, he would make a good main tank and take the enemies head on.

He did not want to be in the defensive anymore. With all his strength and speed, he pounced at one of the demon hunters closest to him!

The demon hunters could not perform teleportation continuously. There was always a two to three seconds buffer time before they could do another one. The window was shorter than it seemed but it was the only opening. With a fast enough speed and some good luck, he may just be able to take down a few slowpokes, provided the Steel Membrane Shield would last.

“Ding, ding, ding.” With each tinkling there was a small explosion as the quarrel or arrow hit him. Each explosion meant that the enemy’s ammo was being depleted at an equal sum. He had thought of an idea to defeat these archers: draw the fire to himself!

His spirit fired up. He took off his torn coat and stood in the middle of the ground. “Hey kids, shoot me!” he uttered.

The demon hunters realized that the man with strange body armor was invincible. They looked at each other and agreed in unison that it was a waste of ammo attacking him. They ignored him and turned their eyes to the others.

“Damn it!” Hao Ren noticed the sudden shift of circumstances.He jumped and waved like a puppy yet no one gave him a second look. He was humiliated. Then, the scarred lady who attacked him from behind a while ago came into view. He shouted and rushed towards her. “You, come and get me!”

The scarred lady was taken aback. She swiftly turned aside and dodged Hao Ren’s fist. As she raised her crossbow to retaliate, she got cold feet. She proceeded to call out, “Rowan, he’s yours!”

“Why are you holding back? I’m running out of quarrels!”

“J, your turn!”

“Get lost, do you actually think your sacred silver is free?”

No one paid attention to Hao Ren. Then, he saw his chance. He pounced on a tall guy from behind. “Eat this!”

Boff! One down.

Things were getting messier by the minute.

Vivian was held up by the demon-hunter leader. Thanks to her ability to shapeshift into bats, she could still hold off the enemy’s attacks. Nonetheless, the crossbow was not the only weapon the enemy had, the demon hunter still had an endless list of strange, demon-slaying gadgets up his sleeve; the magic paper and magic power were two of the most nasty ones, which Vivian found hard to defeat. She was weighed down by exhaustion from the scuffle with the two werewolves earlier so, things did not look good on her side. On the other hand, the Ebbens were not faring any better: probably due to their mean look which drew hatred, they had the demon hunters’ full attention. Some black shadows in wind jackets were lurking around them. Every time the shadows appeared, quarrels were fired at them. Casar Ebben received a few more bruises—strange and silvery, they spread slowly across his body and weakened him with every second. While Ewen Ebben’s speed allowed him to keep the upper hand, he would run out of juice a lot quicker than Casar.

The demon hunters were not unscathed. Hao Ren used his tactics (Yes, let’s call them ‘tactics’)…Arggh, let’s cut the crap… When the first demon hunter was down and all eyes were on the werewolves, Vivian gave the demon hunters a few small surprises; she turned into a swarm of tiny venomous bats and a demon hunter was bitten. He collapsed on the ground and his blood turned black. He probably died. Meanwhile, Casar Ebben crashed himself into the enemy with brute force but, the demon hunter was no slouch when it came to close-quarter combat. He wielded a sacred, silver dagger and stabbed Casar Ebben on the shoulder before he hit the ground himself. Casar’s shoulder turned stiff. He was incapacitated.

“B*stard!” Nearby, Ewen Ebben let out an angry roar. He started to burn out and a long silver quarrel pierced his abdomen. It nailed him to the outer wall of the warehouse.

The quarrel exploded in a flash of lightning. Before Ewen could do anything he blacked out. Seeing all this, Casar was furious but he could not help. He could only look on helplessly as the demon hunter held a yellow bottle to collect Ewen’s blood sample—the SOP demon hunters would perform certain procedures after pinning down their prey and would take whatever they wanted. Blood that came out from a werewolf’s body had some sort of magical power which was an important ingredient for demon hunters to make their strange drugs.

The two werewolves were incapacitated, the vampire still held up by the leader and the man with strange body armor was busy with his other mates; retrieving raw ingredients from the prey had never been so easy, he thought.

However, everyone overlooked an important variable—Lily, who was scuttling around and acting cute. As no one seemed to have noticed her, she unleashed her Fire and Ice Claws. Hao Ren saw it all.

“Get away from them!” Lily lunged forward trying to save the werewolves. The demon hunter felt a cyclone of fire and ice coming up behind him. Before he could see what it was, he was hit and thrown 10 meters away. He turned into a chunk of ice before he hit the ground.

Let’s hope that he was still alive after defrosting—it is said that demon hunters have nine lives too.

Lily reached out and plucked Ewen down from the wall but oh god, she did not realize her Fire and Ice Claws still stuck out like a sore thumb. When Casar took Ewen in his arms, Ewen was half-toasted and half-frozen. Not to mention the watermelon-sized opening in his belly. He looked more dead than alive. Casar stared at Lily with the weirdest expression on earth. “Thanks…”

It was the most outrageous subconscience thanks he had ever given.

A series of flapping sounds were heard as Vivian descended behind them from the air above. She had some burn marks on her body from magic paper but they were not too concerning.

The demon-hunter leader stood on the roof, his left arm dangling like a dead tree branch. The green veins on his forehead were almost popping out. But all these did not bother him one bit. As he pointed his crossbow at Vivian with one hand, he had a little, metal bottle in his mouth—it had to be the antidote.

Both sides had fought an even fight. The demon hunters suffered severe damage but Hao Ren knew the battle could not drag on without him losing his advantage. The demon hunters had numbers; even after many of their men were down, Hao Ren and his team were still outnumbered. Since the Ebbens were down, Vivian and Lily were the only ones who could actually fight. Lily, the half-baked werehusky, could screw up at a critical moment. As for Hao Ren himself, he could be the perfect tank—but the demon hunters had learned their lesson and refused to take the bait.

Hao Ren had a clear assessment of the situation. He also banked on the idea that the enemy would too as the demon hunters were quietly moving. They were repositioning and switching to bigger crossbows, all ready for the final showdown. Vivian muffled, “I think we better run.”

“Yeah, if only they give us the chance.” Casar Ebben pulled the sacred, silver dagger out of his shoulder and prayed for the fastest recovery. “I should have brought a few kilos of smoke grenades… but I was more concerned about traveling light earlier on.”

“Smoke grenades? Lily’s ears stuck out like a d*ck on a cake. “I’ve got an idea!”