The Void Pathfinder from the Demon Hunter World

Compared to the options given by Roxy, the task prompt has one more item, elimination.

Among the targets, the only one that Marvin has no impression of is "intruder". With just these three words, it is impossible to judge what this is, is it a person or other creature? Did it break into this world or Appalachia?

But no matter what the intruder is, it should not exceed his ability too much, otherwise the learning machine would not add this thing to the task.

Marvin believes that it must have cost a lot to let his soul pass through and merge with Prince Amavit's body.

Even in order to preserve these initial investments, the learning machine is unlikely to issue a must-die task.

When getting the formula of the antibody of the scorched corpse virus from the supervisor, the learning machine prompted three times in a row just because the antibody would prevent his attributes from breaking through 80, which is obvious. (Chapter 7)

Combining all the above reasons, Marvin not only took on this task, but also planned to complete it in the simplest and crudest way, killing them all.

Of course, the necessary preliminary reconnaissance cannot be missed.

It is necessary to be reckless and to be timid.

The more battles and adventures he experienced, the more he recognized this truth.

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Clancy Manor is surrounded by mountains on three sides, with only one entrance on the south. The mountains on the east and west sides are not high, at most they are hills, while the hillside on the north rises steeply and merges into the Appalachian Mountains.

There is a three-story main building and a two-story auxiliary building in the manor. There is a dry fountain and a small square in front of the main building, and huge landscape gardens on both sides.

The white marble main building, sculptures and fountains decorate the manor with a Renaissance atmosphere. It should have been quite stylish, but now it gives people a grotesque and crazy feeling.

The dry and twisted tree roots tightly entangle the building, and the sharp and messy roots stretch to the sky, as if to grab something.

A huge black and red array diagram is painted on the small square, and a few words can be barely recognized: "Sleep, sacrifice, eternal life..."

In the center of the magic circle stands a tall wooden pillar, a skeleton is tied to the pillar with its back, and the skull with rotten flesh is drooping as if repenting. On the top of the pillar is a white deer skull, and the empty eye sockets look down.

A man in a tattered white robe and a deer horn skull mask was kneeling on the ground, carefully repairing the magic circle with dark red paint on his hands, ignoring the scorching sun above his head. The iron barrel beside him exuded a strong fishy smell.

The white-robed man suddenly raised his hands and worshiped the pillar, and the dark red liquid was sprinkled on the skull mask and white robe.

"The indescribable, unlookable God, the eternal God, please guide me... Great Avenger, thank you for responding to the call of the believers..."

Then he knelt down again and continued to repair the magic circle.

In the dilapidated garden, there were wooden stakes, tied with human or animal corpses.

People in different clothes walked numbly in the garden, tying the rotten corpses to new stakes...

In the dim annex building, the sun shone through the gaps between the tree roots, casting spots of light on the ground full of garbage and stains.

Balls of red jelly were neatly spread on the ground in a honeycomb shape, and in the center of each ball of jelly was a white meat ball, like a curled up worm.

Puff, two dirty hands picked up a ball of jelly and pulled out several long silk threads.

Sizzle, sizzle, the old boots slid through the garbage, walked around the light spots on the ground to the corner, where several people in different clothes were sitting, both men and women.

The man in the leather jacket and spiked metal armor slowly sat down and opened his mouth to bite the jelly in his hand.

"Wahhag." A pair of scarlet eyes lit up in the darkness in the other corner of the room, and a man sat on a chair in the shadow, "You forgot to thank God."

Wahhag obediently changed to a kneeling position, holding the ball of jelly and whispered: "Thank you, omnipotent God..."

The man in the shadow nodded with satisfaction and slowly closed his scarlet eyes.

After finishing the pre-meal prayer, Wahag swallowed the gelatinous substance in big mouthfuls, and finally put the white fleshworm into his mouth and chewed it carefully. He hummed with satisfaction in his throat, and the redness in his eyes became more obvious.

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Outside the manor, on the hillside nearly a kilometer away, the bushes shook slightly, and only by looking carefully could you see two people hiding in the shadow of the bushes.

Marvin put down his sniper rifle, his face hidden in the shadow of the hood and asked: "Why are there so few people during the day?"

McAllen, who was lying next to him, slowly turned over, squinted at the sun that was about to reach the zenith and said: "I have explored it twice, and these ghosts really don't come out much during the day. They are more active after the sun goes down. I suggest you move back a little bit. There is no need to stick the muzzle out for long-distance sniping, which is easy to be exposed."

This was the second day after Marvin received the mission, and it was just after noon.

He teleported to Taylor County Amusement Park at dawn, and it was closer to Clancy Manor from the amusement park.

He scouted the periphery for more than an hour, and at noon he found the one-eyed dragon coming from the west, so the two met up.

McAllen had a good impression of Marvin, not only because of his life-saving grace, but also because Marvin was honest enough.

He knew that Marvin would come today, so he set out from the crater in the second half of the night yesterday and walked all the way to Clancy Manor, intending to help.

McAllen was a very contradictory person. He could usually take a joke and his sense of humor was relatively low, but once he entered the combat state, he became alert, cold-blooded, cruel, and a little irritable, like a coyote hunting alone.

Unlike other looters, he doesn't take drugs, but he likes women. As long as it is a safer time, he cannot restrain his sexual desires.

In his own words, he slept with almost all the girls in and around the crater, and even had a relationship with Big Meg.

But this guy is a ruthless person who never maintains a relationship with a woman for more than three days.

In other words, wastelanders have never regarded that as a special thing. Some people don't even care about the gender of the other person. It doesn't matter if it's a man, a woman or a shopping bag.

Marvin saw two people having sex in the street yesterday with his own eyes, and the people around him turned a blind eye.

In fact, people like McCarron are completely normal people in the crater. There are countless similar examples. For example, last night, Roxy looked like a psycho when she was excited.

Otherwise, why would Jett be Crater's best-selling product?

It can even be said that in the wasteland, a world full of danger and despair, those who survive have more or less mental problems.

Marven was a little annoyed at first, but with someone else next to him, many of his methods couldn't be used.

But he didn't expect that this one-eyed dragon would teach him many very practical battlefield skills and practical experience during the investigation.

How to choose reconnaissance points and sniper points, how to judge the activity patterns of sentries, how to judge where there are booby traps, how to hide yourself, etc.

McCarron is a descendant of military personnel and possesses ancestral knowledge of thermal weapons combat and rich combat experience.

Marvin benefited a lot and didn't care about his presence anymore. At worst, he could find an excuse to get rid of him before the fight started.

With the style of painting shown in the manor and the active hours of these cultists, it is naturally better to start the war during the day.

Who knows what will happen at night, Marvin decided to attack in the afternoon, at least to clear out a group of cultists first.

McCarron also recognized the daytime offense because the last time he led an offense failed was in the evening.

There is nothing we can do about it. It takes a whole day to get here from the crater.

The tallest main building and auxiliary building in the manor are located side by side on the north side of the mountain col. The two of them will set up positions in east and west directions.

Marvin was on the west hillside, firing first to draw the enemy out and to the west. Because his heavy sniper is loud enough and has a long range.

McCarron then opened fire on the east side.

If you pull like this repeatedly, you can kill at least a dozen in this wave. As for whether you can kill the sacrifice, or whether you will encounter the Mothman, it depends on luck.

McAllen doesn't have any good advice on this point. Their defeat last time was really inexplicable.

"Marvin, why don't I see you sweating?" McCarron wiped the sweat from his face and asked, "Aren't you hot?"

"Special physique." Marvin pretended to reach into his backpack, took out a bottle of water, and threw it to the other party.

One-Eyed Dragon caught it, drank half the bottle, burped and said: "Okay, I really envy you...really only playing outside today?"

I think you and I can kill them all in one go.

Sigh... To be honest, I'm not sure what happened that night. What if, I mean what if we were lucky enough not to run into that damn thing today? "

Marvin took a sip of water, looked at the manor in the mountain col in the distance, shook his head and said, "Only attack the outer perimeter, never get close to the manor. John, there are even more incredible things recorded in my family history. Those supernatural things do exist. Yes, ordinary people really can’t fight against it.”

"Family?" McCarron's eyes widened and he asked in disbelief: "You still have a family?"

"Yes, a very old family."

"No wonder your last name is so weird, oh, and your accent."

"So, listen to me and don't be impulsive. I have to explore further before I can decide what to do next."

Marvin "packed" the empty bottles into his backpack, pretended to take out the firearms and ammunition from Pip-Boy and began to inspect them.

"Tsk, tsk, this thing is so convenient." McCarron praised, "It's a pity that we can't get it." He also started to check the weapons.

"Actually, it can't hold much, and it's quite heavy to wear." Marvin answered.

In fact, he didn't know how much stuff Pip-Boy could hold, but that didn't stop him from complaining.

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The dark room was full of musty and putrid smells, as well as a faint sour smell, but no one seemed to be able to smell it, and both men and women were confused.

They either lie on their backs on the mattress and sleep with their backs spread out, or they kneel on the ground to pray, or they stare blankly, or they perform primitive convex and convex movements with the people next to them... just hoping to get through this annoying time quickly. daytime.

Bang bang, an open-toed sneaker kicked Wahag awake.

"Get up quickly, it's your turn to stand guard..."

"Um...oh...stop kicking, I'll go right away."

Wahag knelt on the dirty mattress, prayed briefly, and walked out of the room carrying his beloved assault rifle.

This was the best gun among the weapons he had taken away from the crater. The high priest specifically asked him to keep this gun for himself.

Wahag felt very proud. If it were in the crater, he wouldn't be able to use such a great gun in another three years.

Fair, fair, fair? Pooh! There is no fairness in this damn world.

He climbed up the vertical ladder to the roof, used his coat to block the sun above his head, and skillfully nestled in the shadow, planning to sleep again.

As for standing guard, there is not even a single sun ghost this big, just a woolly guard.

Bang, there was a crisp sound not far away.

Wahag looked up and saw that the upper body of another cultist guarding the machine gun was shattered into pieces, with flesh, blood and bone scattered everywhere.

He was a little confused. What happened? Why would a living person explode for no reason?

Bang!

Only then was there a dull gunshot.

Wahag stood up suddenly and opened his mouth to shout.

Whoosh, snap!

His upper body was also shattered.

Bang! Another gunshot.

"Enemy attack!"... "Enemy attack!"... "Eastern hillside..."

Shouting was heard from all over the manor.

In the dim room, a pair of scarlet eyes suddenly opened.

"What's going on?"

A believer stopped at the door: "Master Priest, it's a sniper, on the eastern hillside, we're dead..."

"Huh?" The priest waved his hand to interrupt the believer's words, the red light in his eyes became stronger, and he shouted, "Get up, go out and kill him!"

In several rooms on this floor, everyone stood up, and a chaotic sound of pulling the bolt was followed by dense footsteps.

The expressions on these people's faces were still numb and dull, but their eyes were faintly glowing with dark red light.

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Marvin was lying in the bushes, loading bullets into the magazine.

At a distance of more than 700 meters, he killed 5 people with 7 bullets. His marksmanship has improved a lot.

Don't be in a hurry, let the enemy react for a while, it's better to rush out, don't hide in the house.

Click, he pulled the bolt to load the gun, in the sight field, there were many people standing behind the gates of the two buildings, but none of them came out, they seemed not to have found the position of the sniper.

Let them confirm it again, just in time, another person climbed up from the roof of the secondary building to take over the position of the machine gunner.

Bang!

[Kill the Mothman cultists. ]

A large number of cultists poured out of the two buildings, holding all kinds of weapons in their hands.

The cultists ran wildly in the flat valley, rushing straight to the west slope, farther and farther away from the two buildings.

Bang, Marvin's gun fired again.

The enemies were crowded into two groups in a mess, and there was no maneuver to dodge, so it was impossible to miss.

One shot hit two people, and it seemed that one of them had his leg broken.

Bang, Marvin fired another shot.

Bang! A much crisper gunshot sounded on the opposite hillside. It was McCarran.

The one-eyed man used an old sniper rifle, which looked very much like an SVD.

The timing was just right, and he was worthy of being an old hunter known as the "wolf hunter".

McCarran had an old walkie-talkie, which was tuned to the same frequency as Marvin's Pip-Boy.

The two could communicate wirelessly over short distances, but there was no need to talk at this moment.

The gunshots sounded rhythmically from the hillsides on the east and west sides. With each gunshot, at least one of the Mothman cultists fell.

The cultists, who had no tactical qualities, were stunned. Those with more sanity balance either stayed where they were or ran towards the building; those with less sanity balance still rushed towards Marvin.

More than a dozen people rushed out of the two buildings, this time heading to the east, and this wave of people rushed towards McCarran.

It is estimated that there are more than 50 people in Clancy Manor. No matter how stupid the enemy is, they will not be defeated by simple crossfire tactics.

This is something the two had expected. Marvin began to focus on the enemies on his side...

With the advantage of numbers, the cultists finally approached the foot of the mountain.

Marvin put away his sniper rifle, pressed the call button of the Pip Boy and whispered: "Guerrilla warfare, retreat in 20 minutes."

"Got it, me too, take care, see you tomorrow."

"See you tomorrow."

Gunshots and explosions were heard from time to time on the eastern hillside, and the position was erratic and getting farther and farther away.

McAllen's combat quality was far superior to that of the brainless cultists, and he was proficient in guerrilla warfare and booby traps, so it was easy for him to fight and run.

The battle on the western hillside was also smooth. The enemy couldn't even catch Marvin's shadow and could only shoot blindly.

Unfortunately, the learning time was too short, and Marvin had not yet learned McAllen's booby trap technology, otherwise it would be easier.

Half an hour later, the gunshots on both sides of the hillside gradually stopped, and the Mothman cultists walked back numbly.

On the other side of the mountain, Marvin stood on the treetops, looking at the backs of the enemies on the top of the mountain.

The time was up. No matter how many enemies were left, he had to cease fire as planned, at least to make McAllen think that he had withdrawn.

He lied. He would not come again tomorrow. He had to solve the problem today.

There were 16 people on his side who went up the mountain, and 5 of them were able to return intact. I wonder how many were left on McAllen's side.

Clancy Manor lost at least half of its men this time, and the remaining number should be around 20.

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