Transcendent Dawn

Chapter 42: The Fiend

Translator: Henyee Translations  Editor: Henyee Translations

No. 233 Champagne Avenue, Niah.

Two figures quickly ran through the streets under the cover of the gathering darkness.

“Garein Always! A craftsman! Our target tonight!

Roald lowered his voice and quickly explained to Thulhu, “He’s thirty-two. Once had a wife named Elisa, who died from sickness. No kids. According to his neighbors, he’s been acting weird since his beloved wife passed away, making bizarre sounds at night and talking to air. His neighbors complained multiple times, but he just wouldn’t stop.

“Later, the church got involved, and they’ve confirmed that he performed an evil ritual to try and bring his wife back to life.

“It’s impossible. The demon is known for toying with people’s minds, not for making their dreams come true!”

…

Thulhu remained silent, his lips pressed into a thin line.

He knew what Roald was telling him.

The demon could basically be regarded as an evil god, which was even more messy and nasty.

Praying to the demon often led to even more miserable and horrific consequences.

Say… like the demon bringing a horribly decomposed body back to life, or turning it into an evil spirit!

Or the demon might open a particular unknown gate to another dimension and allow countless monsters to invade this world!

“The church has asked me to kill him on the spot once I’ve confirmed that he’s a demon follower.”

They stopped in front of a two-story house. Roald loaded his silver revolver.

This was the style of the Goddess of Light Church: rough and straightforward.

“Hm… I’ve a question…”

Looking up at the two-story house ablaze with lights, Thulhu asked hesitantly, “Why doesn’t the church notify the cops? Or do it themselves?”

“Come on… You think ordinary people can take care of this? Well, some of them might be able to. Then what about casualties and damages? The cost is too high.”

Roald grinned and continued, “The church’s power has to cover the entire union, so they don’t really have the time to take care of such a small case. They commission demon hunters to do the job since we’re professional and the most ideal group of people for taking care of these cases.”

Meanwhile, Roald handed Thulhu an ID. “We’ll knock on the door!”

“Union Tax Bureau? Are you kidding me?” Thulhu saw his own photo on the ID, which had the bureau’s logo printed on it.

“It’s fake…”

Roald lifted his coat and showed Thulhu lots of fake IDs.

“Forging IDs is a felony in the union, you know?” Thulhu’s face twisted slightly.

“As long as nobody knows.” Roald combed his fingers through his hair.

Roald and Thulhu then walked to the door.

Knock, knock.

There was the sound of footsteps.

The door then opened slightly, and a pair of eyes appeared behind it. “Who are you looking for?”

It was a pair of bloodshot and sunken eyes. The man whom they belonged to looked exhausted, and his hair appeared rather messy.

He looked like he had hit his forties or even fifties.

Thulhu was standing behind Roald. Roald took out his fake ID and said to Garein, “We’re from the Union Tax Bureau. We need your help with an investigation.”

“I pay my taxes every month…!”

Garein was a bit surprised, but he still opened the door.

There was a saying in the union: The two things one can never escape are death and taxes. Every resident in the union had to pay tax.

In the union, the tax department was so powerful that it even had its own army!

Some gangs might be big trouble for the court of law or the police, but they would never dare mess with the Union Tax Bureau!

“Come in!” said Garein.

Thulhu and Roald smoothly entered the house and went to the living room.

Thulhu looked around. To his surprise, this place didn’t look too bad to him. It looked like Garein had just finished dinner.

Wait… There were three sets of cutlery on the table!

“You have guests tonight?”

Roald also noticed it. On high alert, Roald asked Garein the question as he reached into his pocket.

“No, I don’t have any guests; it’s just my wife and my sweet daughter.”

Garein came back with two cups of coffee on a tray. “They’re upstairs.”

Thulhu and Roald exchanged looks. Chills ran down down their spines.

Garein had been contaminated by the demon.

But he looked just like an ordinary man, who was proud of his beautiful wife and adorable daughter.

In Thulhu’s past life, they called this a delusional disorder.

“Can I also talk to your wife and daughter?”

Roald suddenly asked the question.

“Oh… sure! Of course!”

Garein looked a bit surprised, but that was all. He nodded and led them upstairs.

By no means would an ordinary man lead two strange officers to his wife and daughter so late at night! However, Garein was already insane!

Thulhu gripped the long bag behind him tightly. It held the shotgun which Roald had given to him. Thulhu had loaded the gun and made sure that the safety was on.

According to Roald, the loaded bullets were all specially designed for killing demon subordinates.

“This is my daughter’s bedroom. Her name is Liz.”

Garein grabbed the doorknob and said in a low voice, “She’s a bit shy!”

The door opened.

The room was painted and decorated in pink. In the middle was a big crib with long strips of gauze hanging from the ceiling around it.

Garein walked to the crib, humming a sweet tune. He picked up the baby from the crib. “Look! Isn’t she adorable?”

The baby’s hat dropped to the ground. They saw the baby’s face!

The baby was completely inhuman! It had a narrow face and head with very thin hair. Its scarlet eyes rolled from side to side. Its bat-like ears trembled slightly, for they had pinpointed the enemy!

It then burst out with a bitter scream and showed its fangs.

“It’s a fiend!”

Roald warned Thulhu out loud. He then quickly pulled out his revolver and started shooting.

Bang! Bang!

The fiend jumped out of Garein’s arms as quick as a monkey and moved fast across the walls. All the bullets missed!

Bang!

Giving a shrill scream, it suddenly charged out of the room.

“Hold it right there!”

Roald gave a roar of rage and also ran out of the room to catch it.

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“Hey…”

Thulhu was about to stop his elder brother from chasing the fiend, but it was too late. Finally, he had no choice but to watch Roald run off.

Thulhu dropped his hand. He had discovered Roald’s temper during the training. Roald tended to act rashly when things happened.

Roald believed that bravery was the most important quality for a demon hunter when fighting demon subordinates. His simple strategy had worked so far because of his strong build and family background.

When that failed, however, Roald would die!