The eccentric doctor never makes a misdiagnosis!

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"I'll watch a bit every day and try to finish it this year..."

Fran placed the projector on the wooden coffee table in the living room and immediately prepared to go to bed.

This thing is definitely not bedtime reading material... It's better to take a serious approach and study it carefully when you get up in the morning, and while you're at it, unpack the remaining flawless quality raw materials as well.

Although this guy is quite knowledgeable about materialism and science, for a doctor, he prefers bouncy chunks of meat to cold, massive, super-large machinery and integrated circuits.

"Set my alarm for 6:00 AM tomorrow, and don't disturb me before then."

She returned to her bedroom, took off her oversized doctor's coat and exquisitely tailored blazer, changed into a soft fleece nightgown, lay down on the bed, and turned on a small nightlight with only a faint glow.

The timed alarm has been set to 6:00 AM.

Fran yawned, took a leather-bound book from the bedside table, and began to read it softly in the light of the night lamp.

"First, a chaotic, torrential night, at the end of late summer."

"Second, a frenzied self-destruction, a land of bloodshed."

"Third, the deaths of a total of three qualified individuals serve as 'wedges' to open the ritual array, forming an inverted triangular cup-shaped holy emblem. The museum in the south district, the Hungry Club in the north district, and the 'Immaculate Land' for the hunters in the main city."

"Thus, the first type of ritual of the Red Cup is accomplished: [Summoning the Drinker]. It summons servants possessing true divinity..."

Her long, slightly lashed eyelashes fluttered, and her amber eyes slowly closed. The whispered voice gradually faded away, eventually turning into a barely audible murmur, like a dream.

The bedtime story he had taken out fell from his hands to the floor. The cover featured a distorted and grotesque human face, and its title was "The Blood of Ascension," one of the four physical scriptures of the Red Cup.

Chapter Thirty-Seven: The Drinker Pours His Cup

The ever-emerging evil offspring, like ripe ears of wheat in a rice paddy, were quickly and completely consumed under the harvesting power of modern firepower.

They were, after all, just mortal beings, and even with the presence and blessing of foreign evil spirits, they were utterly vulnerable against the defenses forged by the Hunters of Mysteries with steel and secret arts.

"The time has come, Supervisor Alvin. Although the enemy has used the most reckless piecemeal tactics in their assault, passive defense is still the worst possible strategy. We should spread out our defensive lines and let the hunters, who can no longer wait, take the initiative to attack..."

A frail, elderly hunter, as thin as rotten wood, had somehow arrived at the lookout tower where Zhong <●QＵn：救私哵〖∵佴泗∞。 伞琳≠∷乌阿尔文的看台.

He was like a decaying tree branch, even his breath carried a strong aura of death. Yet his body stood ramrod straight, his eyes piercing, and he appeared remarkably vigorous.

"Where is the head of the Secret Service? Why aren't those crows who like to hide in the shadows here? Instead, you old ghost from the Funeral Court are here first. Johnson, it's true that the General Affairs Division has the final decision-making power... but we also need to be responsible for every decision we make."

"Alvin! I must remind you again, we graduated in the same year during the selection of the Mystics. My aged appearance is a side effect of the relics. Aren't you a year older than me?"

Black Banyan took out his wooden cane and pretended to tap Alvin, but considering that this action would make him look more like an old man, he finally gave up the idea.

"Also, the heads of funeral homes all have code names. If you really respect the original terms and conditions set by the General Affairs Department, you should call me 'Black Banyan'."

After the initial pleasantries, Alvin straightened his face and became serious again.

“Okay, Mr. Black Banyan. By the way, do you know why the Silver Feather Hydra hasn’t arrived yet? I would like to get your opinions on this decision.”

“Hey...she’s already here, and she’s hiding somewhere, eavesdropping on our conversation.”

Before Hei Rong could finish speaking, a slender woman smiled, pulled down her hat brim, and stepped out from the shadows on one side.

Her long, fiery red hair cascaded down to her waist like a curtain, and she wore a loose-fitting detective uniform. A trench coat, suit, and black tie—she was both dignified and avant-garde, with striking makeup adorning her eyes and brows.

"A keen sense of smell. No wonder you Funeral Court guys are always called hounds. Hmm... tell me how you found out. Was there any flaw in my scent concealment?"

“No one can easily find a Secret Service chief determined to hide unless the Chief is present… I’m just guessing based on your crow-like habits.”

Black Banyan gently stroked his cane, his tone humble yet carrying a hint of barely perceptible pride.

"Alright, Silver Feather Hydra. Now that you've been listening in for a while... I'd like to hear your opinion."

"My opinion is simple. Release the purging forces to quickly suppress the surrounding area. The Central Museum was also attacked, but after the White Cup Order wiped out all the evil offspring, they found no leader. Not even a deacon."

The silver-feathered hydra moved gracefully and slowly approached Alvin.

Her long, slender fingers, clad in genuine leather gloves, patted his firm chest muscles as she deftly and skillfully retrieved a delicate kerosene lighter from his breast pocket.

"Snap-"

Scattered sparks flickered, and a long, wisp of smoke drifted from her glistening lips with each breath.

Alvin coughed lightly, not stopping the other person's somewhat excessively intimate behavior.

"The half-body of the 'Bitter Walker' High Priest appeared at the Hungry Club. Although he has been dealt with by Sister Haida... we do not know why the Red Cup High Priest appeared in that abandoned place."

The silver-feathered hydra raised an eyebrow, and a raven landed on her shoulder in response. The bird's black, pearl-like eyes blinked occasionally, its demeanor noticeably more friendly and lively than when it was with Alvin.

“Vivian is one of my agents. How could I not know about this? That’s precisely why I’m even more certain that those lunatics have ulterior motives…”

"What? Haida killed the half of the ascetic high priest?"

Hei Rong looked utterly shocked. He glanced around at the other two supervisors and, judging from their expressions, realized that he was probably the last person to know about this.

After a moment of contemplation, he accepted the fact.

"The Chief's descendant is indeed exceptional. Even though we followed his instructions and didn't give Sister Heda any special treatment, she still stood out due to her undeniable personal qualities. Before I die, I must recommend her to the General Affairs Council to replace me..."

He quickly recovered from his surprise, composed himself slightly, and suppressed his barely concealed excitement.

“Yaheng has never really cared about Haida. I think we should attribute everything to her tireless efforts and not force everything to be related to that guy... You shouldn’t keep thinking about getting yourself killed.”

Alvin shrugged, subtly expressing his condemnation of the chief hunter. He then turned his attention back to the combat zone.

"Since you both agree to begin the counterattack, I will issue the order to purge..."

"The main course is here!"

Hei Rong suddenly opened his old, somewhat cloudy eyes, took out a huge shotgun from the holster on his side, and then fell heavily down the wall from the top of the watchtower, his expression extremely fanatical.

“I smell an intoxicatingly strange stench of blood. High priest, a high priest has appeared. I’ll go and meet him first, and let me know if anything changes.”

"Wags its tail excitedly as soon as it smells the evil offspring? And you still say it's not a dog? I'll go pick up Vivian, in case this child gets caught up in a high priest-level battle and dies inexplicably."

Silver Hydra looked at Black Banyan, who was clearly overly excited, and sighed helplessly, exhaling the smoke from her mouth. She deftly tucked the half-smoked cigarette, still bearing a thin lip print, back into Alvin's breast pocket, then turned and left.

Alvin watched silently as the tall, graceful figure of the head of the Secret Service gradually disappeared into the shadows. His lips moved as if he wanted to say something, but he ultimately held back.

This was the third lighter that Silver Hydra had taken from his hand... Zero

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"Sister, how is the battle going?"

Back in the main city, Clement led his support troops to begin the suppression operation from the flank, cutting off the advance of the secondary evil offspring. He then inquired about the situation from the head maid of a funeral procession within the garrison.

“Mr. Clement, the General Affairs Department has issued a purge order. You’ve come at the right time; we are now beginning our counter-offensive… Your troops can be temporarily incorporated into the purge organization.”

“Okay.” Clement had no reason to refuse the offer.

During their conversation, a strange and grotesque bone thorn, almost imperceptible, emerged from the ground with its sharp, cone-like tip. (Si)

The next moment, jagged, tangled thorns of pale, bone-like flesh suddenly shot up from the ground, enveloping the two figures. (Umbrella)

The two, who should have been torn to pieces, were separated by an even faster figure, causing this undetected surprise attack to miss its mark.

"You're incredibly fast, you unknown funeral maid. No wonder my other half died at your hands. Your physical abilities are so superior they're almost inhuman, and your blood is so sweet it's intoxicating... Could it be that even the God of Hunting has a favorite?"

Huo Wen licked the traces of blood from his palm. Although he was making a teasing and provocative statement, his eyes were fixed on Haida, who had suddenly appeared, without shifting his gaze.

"Humph."

Haida ignored the clamor of the ascetic priest in front of her. She put down the two people she was holding and then clutched her bleeding abdomen.

“Sister Haida, there’s no need to save me. You just realized his intention to attack; you should have seized this opportunity to severely injure the high priest…”

The head maidservant picked up a combat bandage as if to perform an emergency bandage, but Haida stopped her with a raised hand. She released her hand from the wound, and the wound on her skin had already closed and scabbed over.

"The effect of a relic."

Under the head maid's astonished gaze, Haida had no choice but to tell a lie to explain. After all, normal humans couldn't possibly possess such a rapid self-healing speed, and the Hunters' system didn't include any healing-related secret techniques...

"Hey."

Huo Wen, dressed in a red leather robe, let out a disdainful sneer.

White nerves, like some kind of worm, spread and emerged from the gunshot wounds on his skin, coalescing into a thick suit of armor that replaced his skin.

"What are you hiding? You yourselves know perfectly well... Aren't there enough heretics in the Funeral Court who have betrayed their beliefs? But for the sake of greater stability, you cannot relinquish forbidden power. What's the difference between the Mysteries Hunters and us? Take your chief hunter, for example, who is closer to a monster than we are..."

"What kind of philosopher are you pretending to be, a cult fanatic who's always thinking about human sacrifice? Wasn't that your life's work?"

A deep, powerful roar resounded. Part Two

Dressed in old-fashioned hunting attire, Black Rong pointed his shotgun at Huo Wen's head and pulled the trigger without hesitation.

The heavy slug shot out along the rifling grooves, landing almost instantly between his eyebrows, shattering his skull and bone armor into pieces.

A blinding flash of light erupted, and the Hunter's prayer brought forth a violent scorching heat. Zero

"An experienced hunter of heretics, is he the head of the Funeral Court, or..."

Huo Wen, though headless, did not collapse. A muffled murmur emanated from his abdomen. He scratched his non-existent head, seemingly troubled. (Part Three)

"He didn't even die from a headshot... A genuine heretical high priest, and a follower at that. This year's trophy is in the bag!" Wu

Black Banyan let out a joyful yet melancholic laugh, and aimed at Huo Wen again. Lu

The gaps in the opponent's bone armor instantly split open, and the headless humanoid body turned into several scattered biomass fragments, narrowly escaping the second slug.

“Every time I see my fellow countrymen in this state of abandoning humanity… I can hardly suppress my disgust. They have given up their existence and self, offering everything to a ‘god’ who sees them as nothing more than dust! They grovel and beg for mercy!”

He clicked his tongue loudly, then took a square mallet made of banyan vines from his waist.

"How could you know the happiness that comes from giving everything to my Lord? It is the Church that has given me everything I need to survive in this world, and therefore I am willing to give back everything I have to God..."

Hoven’s fragmented bony body reconnected through a central network of nerves.

He then plunged his hands into the ground, and as a deathly pallor spread through his nerves, all the corpses of the evil offspring around him began to sway and stand up again.

Black Banyan's movements were incredibly agile, a stark contrast to his aged appearance. Like a cheetah, he swept past the numerous resurrected evil offspring and bone thorns, closing in on Huo Wen. His square mallet slammed heavily onto the bone armor, causing a surge of banyan branches to sprout from the point of impact.

"A relic that directly damages life force? It's S-923 'Banyan Tree of Death'... How interesting. The person who used this relic can actually look down on others who abandon their human form?"

Huo Wen couldn't help but burst into laughter, as if he didn't care at all that his life force was continuously draining away from the point of impact.

“Under normal circumstances I would avoid you like the plague, but now, I am one with my blood relatives who have come here to reclaim glory. My life is far from over... The limitations of the relics in your hands will surely crumble before my body does!”

"You talk too much nonsense. Our 'Silent Walkers' branch is supposed to remain silent all year round. How come you ascetics are all like flies?"

Black Search■⌒ Search-″ｑ Group:er Research°～≮〇∵′澌杉^↑ Wu Lu Si Rong raised the shotgun and pulled the trigger again. Huo Wen also used the same trick to spread his body apart... Only this time, a whole range of bullets burst out from the black muzzle.

Haida's grey-chestnut eyes dimmed slightly as she caught the opportunity.

She drew two wooden-handled folding knives from her waist and charged at Huo Wen, whose bone armor was completely shattered and cracked. The mirror-sharp folding knives sliced ​​several long marks along the cracks, instantly dismembering the heretical priest's body into several pieces.

"You really think... cutting my body open will kill me?"

One of Huo Wen's many corpse parts let out a sinister laugh. Then, the surrounding lesser evil offspring twisted and contorted, their pale nerves reforming into armor on their skin, taking on his likeness.

"You prepared a stand-in?"

Black Banyan immediately turned and aimed at Huo Wen, who had regained his full strength.

"That's not the case. He's still here. Like that dancer named Sayens, he also has a 'heart' within his body."

With a flick of her folding knife, Haida pinned one of the many corpse pieces to the ground. Nearby, Huo Wen, constructed from a lesser evil offspring, instantly dissolved into a pool of soft, mushy flesh.

Her decision at this moment wasn't based on any reconnaissance skill, but rather on pure combat intuition... Even she herself couldn't quite describe where this intuition came from.

"You discovered it? Without relying on any relics? How did you manage to do that...?"

Huo Wen lay sprawled on the ground, his mouth and vocal cords uttering soft whispers, as if he had lost the last reliance on to sustain his life.

"It's alright, the final step of the ritual has been completed, and my life has been completely transcended and sublimated... It's a pity that I didn't manage to force out the other supervisors, nor did I get to see 'Chief Hunter' Yaheng..."

"The time for a toast has come... Drink heartily, my fellow blood relatives!"

The torrential rain gradually became sticky, and a strong, suffocating stench of blood began to fill the air. The sky, the clouds, and the stars and moon in the night sky all seemed to be stained a blood-red hue.

The massive ritual array, stretching across nearly half of Norrington, began to flow from the silt at the bottom of the sewer pipes.

With the deaths of the three high priests, a forbidden occult connection has been established between the Hungry Club, the Norlington Central Museum, the SOSUO group, and the Hunter's Headquarters.

All conditions required to summon the drinkers have been met. Divine servants from a higher dimension are about to answer the call.

The time is 5:47 a.m., 13 minutes before Fran's alarm clock goes off.

Chapter Thirty-Eight: The Summoning Finger Potion and the Drinker's Sacred Tree

"Such a massive first-class ritual...when did they inscribe the ritual array? And where was it inscribed?"

Black Banyan watched in astonishment as a huge, inverted red triangle rose from the rain, obscuring the stars and moon.

"The array was etched deep inside the sewer pipes, probably during the great plague more than twenty years ago. That was the only chance, and the best chance."