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Fetter placed a cross on each person's corpse, laying their hats from their heads upon their chests, bowing slightly to express his mourning for the deceased.
A few hunters stood nearby, straight and solemn, caught in a shared moment of remembrance. The dead were gone, and the living did not need to grieve too deeply; death and injury were commonplace for hunters. While alive, they would joke with one another, saying, "When I die, make sure to bury me with my prey. Don't mourn for me."
At such times, many hunters would boldly drape an arm over his shoulder and casually say, "Don't worry, I'll do just that. But I’ll also take a piss on your grave so you know I'm still with you in spirit. You can’t escape our friendship even in death."
Yet when a companion actually died, no one would recall those jokes or truly consider urinating on their grave.
They would bury their comrade hastily, placing a few stones atop the mound and erecting a cross, remembering them sincerely or perhaps playing a solo on a harmonica.
However, they could not linger in such places for too long, uncertain of how many more would be sacrificed in the future. At this thought, Fetter's brow furrowed slightly. The current situation was no longer something he could simply clear by withdrawing the crowd; if he had the authority, he would have ordered it done.
It seemed as if they were being targeted by the master of this lake; a sense of crisis spread among the hunters present. Hunters possessed keen sensory abilities. By the time they reached Star Hunter status, they not only received different recognitions of authority but also gained enhanced capabilities. Thus, assessing the sensory abilities of a Star Hunter was difficult to articulate.
Fetter's senses were exceptionally developed; he understood the threats lurking beneath the lake. Yet even with these thoughts in mind, Fetter remained motionless by the graveside.
"Master Peter, what should we do now?" one hunter asked cautiously while surveying their surroundings.
Fetter replied, "Those things will likely come out again. Everyone stay alert and try not to talk."
The hunters' faces turned pale at his words, but out of respect for Fetter's position, they refrained from openly challenging him. With a Star Hunter present, even the strongest enemy would have to consider the safety of those around them; if all else failed, fleeing was still an option. They didn’t quite understand why so many were needed for this task.
"A battlefield made with lives... is that really okay?" Freya said with a slight tremor. Now he understood why they had been called out; those remaining in the Container were safe while those who emerged might be marked as prey. Fetter did not care about using his companions' lives as shields.
Life was no game; such character traits made him wholly unsuitable as a hunter. The battlefield's dynamics could shift in an instant; cruelty had no place here. No one could control whether someone would die in battle; the dead could not speak. Those present likely had no idea what kind of atmosphere existed within Fetter's team.
Fetter was left alone to bear the burden; his team had been classified by the association as having the highest mortality rate. He was a hunter capable of completing high-risk missions on his own; whether others came to help mattered little to him. He wouldn’t even attempt to rescue teammates on the battlefield.
Of course, unless they managed to survive by their own means—by any means necessary—he wouldn’t care if they broke every bone in his body along the way. This was simply his nature: extreme violence and selfishness personified.
However, joining the association was out of necessity, as Fetter was quite talented, which is why his team had not been disbanded. Even after Fetter advanced to become a Star Hunter, his solitary style remained unchanged.
Despite this, the higher-ups in the association were not fools. The numerous elders of Broadway analyzed the mission data and realized that his social interactions posed some issues, and they were unlikely to grant him any further opportunities for advancement.
Overall, he had already been labeled as an extremely violent and selfish Star Hunter.
Yet, no one would ever know these things. This time, over fifty hunters who came along for the construction mission were drawn from various other teams. Their strengths varied; some were the strongest while others were the weakest. In any case, this group could very well be a bunch of mismatched hunters led by two outliers, a pathological leadership style that Menechdar often employed.
As hunters of the Hunter Association, one could never harbor laziness or a lack of ambition. Since they had already slacked off for so long, they needed to make up for the time wasted and uphold their persistent sense of responsibility.
In short, those who could not achieve anything, whose skills stagnated and lacked training, should just die on dangerous missions.
This mission might also serve as a trial set by the association. The only requirement was to survive within three months while executing tasks under the supervision of two Star Hunters. This was something even other strong hunters would find difficult to accomplish.
Fetter stood there in a daze, while the remaining four hunters remained silent, huddled together at the back. A cool breeze crept into their collars, prompting them to wrap their clothes tighter for warmth.
Clearly, before starting, the hunters maintained their vigilance. However, after a while, seeing that there was no sign of movement or activity around them, they began to lean on each other and fell asleep when they noticed Fetter standing alone with his eyes closed.
Meanwhile, Freyr struggled to keep his eyes open, striving to enhance his sensory abilities to observe the surrounding environment. His senses had become exceptionally sharp through rigorous training.
With just his Ability, he could create a field extending about fifty meters around him. This was not even his Ultimate; his Ultimate reached a hundred meters. However, he didn't need to utilize that full range; fifty meters was more than sufficient for him to prepare defensively and assume an offensive posture.
"This is not a skill that a newly initiated hunter would typically master; it’s clear he has received guidance from someone highly skilled."
Fetter was not asleep; he was also using his field to observe the situation around him.
After surveying his surroundings, he was drawn to something behind him. However, mastering such a field required significant concentration and energy.
But amidst the distraction, he immediately sensed something unusual in his domain; a figure was approaching them at an incredible speed.
This was not a speed that birds or beasts were supposed to possess. It was a velocity that ordinary people might struggle to withstand, yet Fetter merely displayed a hint of astonishment.
The distance of one hundred meters was covered in the blink of an eye. Fetter suddenly contracted his domain, enhancing his sensory abilities to the ultimate level, reducing the ultimate range from zero meters to a distance of zero meters. This allowed him to detect the movements and numbers of the approaching entity more swiftly.
Three strange Parasite Beasts.
However, it was already too late for them to react; someone had already noticed the rapid approach.
It was a bizarre creature resembling a vulture, a gigantic bird with a robust body that stretched up to three meters tall. To humans, this would be considered a colossal beast. Among the three, one stood out even more, towering close to five meters, with sharp claws that glinted red—whether from blood or its natural coloration remained uncertain.
As it approached at high speed, Fetter had already taken precautions, and the Azure Light Sword in his hand suddenly emitted a chilling glow.
“Danger!”
With a swish, followed by a scream, one of the Hunters who had been standing idly was pushed aside.
The one who made such a move was none other than Freyr. However, Freyr's forehead bore an unusual mark; he had been struck by the residual force of an attack, causing his brow bone to protrude and blood to flow freely.
“What happened?” one Hunter exclaimed in shock.
“What is that monster?” another Hunter shouted, pointing at the enormous creature appearing in the night sky.
“Are you all fools? Get into battle formation and prepare for combat!” Fetter's voice suddenly rang out.
His shout temporarily dispelled the four Hunters' fear of impending death. An inexplicable layer of energy enveloped them, and after their Ability Transformation, their powers doubled instantly.
Ability Association deviates somewhat from the habitual Thinking of hunters, as their Ability categories differ. These four individuals have already made an Oath in their hearts.
Fetter observed that the disparity in strength between the two sides was significant; even when confronting a bizarre enemy like the Parasite Beast, there was still a risk to their lives.
The Virulent Protozoa could double the bodily functions of the parasites, meaning that the hunters' attacks were limited by the strength of their Ability. The doubling ability of these Parasite Beasts stemmed from primal instincts.
"I'll go first!"
With a loud explosion, Freyr activated his second stage of the Gene Chain, followed by Ability-Enhanced Armament, making him appear like a strengthened Ability Master. However, compared to the Gene Chain, the power granted by the Ability was evidently more formidable.
Taking a deep breath, he lunged at the strongest one.
Suddenly, the Crimson Sun Sword was drawn from his back. Countless brilliant Aura Azure Particles enveloped the sharp blade, and he moved like a streamlined figure, swiftly slicing through the air with an overwhelming force that flowed seamlessly.
The sounds of collisions and slashes echoed simultaneously as Freyr fell back to the ground, a large portion of his arm submerged in blood. A significant chunk of flesh had been lost, but it did not hinder Freyr's valiant performance.
"Feather Dragon Dance!" he declared emphatically, launching himself forward like a projectile once again.
"This is truly a physically exhausting method of attack; it's not yet time to risk your life! Don't throw caution to the wind!"
Fetter quickly appeared beside him, then applied pressure with his elbow downward as another figure plummeted with a thunderous sound.
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