Catastrophe Containment Facility
Chapter 678 - 668: The Monster in the Corner

Chapter 678: Chapter 668: The Monster in the Corner

There were two High Order Demon Hunters, while on the Blood Clan side, there was only one Upper Sequence Monster—a silver-haired old man with a hooked nose. If it weren’t for the countless bats flying behind him, Wen Wen might have even doubted if he were a harpy.

The rest were vampires of various levels—two Middle Sequence and four Lower Sequence. They could barely hold off the assault of the two Demon Hunters, but Wen Wen estimated it wouldn’t be long before they were overwhelmed.

Demon Hunters who were sent to participate in the exchange were the elite of Upper Sequence Demon Hunters from various regions, and their strength was not something ordinary vampires could match.

When Wen Wen arrived, Long Suo frowned noticeably. Although he wouldn’t go out of his way to trouble Wen Wen, he just couldn’t stand the sight of him.

On the contrary, Sir welcomed Wen Wen, happy that he could lighten the load in dealing with these monsters. Otherwise, it would be troublesome at the exchange meeting if his handsome face got injured.

Wen Wen took a step back and timidly brought out the Buddha Gatling, saying, "I just happened to pass by, you all continue."

Sir laughed heartily and rode his motorcycle right into the vampire crowd. The motorcycle from Yingua District was like a hack, crashing through everything unstoppable.

Wen Wen saw a vampire, whose claws were capable of piercing bulletproof vests, attempt to tear the motorcycle’s tire, only to have its claws crushed and itself slapped against the wall by a tire, leaving a human-shaped dent.

Long Suo snorted coldly. Several golden chains extended from the ground around him, incessantly attacking the nearby vampires.

The chains were adorned with pale golden dragon patterns and were much more intricate than those from the Sanctuary. In terms of sheer power, they were also somewhat stronger than the Sanctuary’s chains. After all, if Wen Wen relied only on the Sanctuary’s chains, he certainly couldn’t reach the combat strength of the Upper Order Realm.

Although Wen Wen didn’t make a move, his presence significantly affected the battle. Whenever a vampire prepared to attack, they would find the Gatling gun’s muzzle already aimed at them, forcing them to start dodging in time. They did not dare to gamble on whether Wen Wen would actually shoot or not.

In fact, Wen Wen was just playing around holding the Gatling gun because the Buddha Gatling could no longer keep up with his strength. Moreover, given the terrifying rate at which it consumed bullets, Wen Wen hadn’t purchased ammo after using it up the last time.

Wen Wen now somewhat understood why the special action team chose to give it to him as a reward. Once one’s strength exceeded a certain level, it became utterly useless. If the Sanctuary could manufacture its own bullets, that would be acceptable, but relying solely on purchasing them was even a bit painful for Wen Wen.

After a brief intimidation, Wen Wen walked towards a Middle Sequence vampire who had been struck on the forehead by one of Long Suo’s chains, turning his elegant hair into a balding patch. He was now in the back, healing his wounds.

Seeing Wen Wen approaching, he showed a look of horror, but the rest of the vampires were too entangled by Long Suo and the others to aid him. Gritting his teeth, his body turned into a swarm of bats, ready to flee before anything else.

However, he soon realized his surroundings were enveloped by dark energy, and those little bats couldn’t escape the grasp of Wen Wen, no matter which direction they flew.

Wen Wen said with a smile, "Don’t be afraid. I just have a question for you. After you answer, I can spare your life. When will Duke Illiyat arrive here?"

"I... I don’t know!" The vampire was more terrified of Illiyat than the Wen Wen before him.

"Tsk, you know good children shouldn’t lie..."

Just as Wen Wen was about to torture the guy, the Containment Officer pendant on his chest started to heat up slightly, growing hotter and hotter, indicating that a powerful enemy Wen Wen couldn’t resist was approaching—it must be Duke Illiyat.

Tao Qingqing, who had been standing behind Wen Wen all this time, suddenly clutched her shoulder and half-kneeled on the ground. She could feel a high-ranking bloodline approaching, and her target was her. The hierarchical mark within her bloodline filled her with dread for the forthcoming figure.

Long Suo and Sir also ceased their attack, warily watching the east, as an aura full of the scent of blood was approaching from afar, making no effort to conceal its presence as it neared them.

The hook-nosed elder of the Old Blood Clan revealed a crazed smile. Once Duke Stuart arrived, these three humans daring to attack would surely be dead!

...

On the other side of the city, a towering man clad in a white bear pelt, carrying a bottle of seventy-two-degree tea, strolled through the shanty areas of Nim City.

And you read that right, that’s seventy-two-degree tea... at least in the Polar Bear District, it is considered tea.

This man, named Boyeve, was an Upper Sequence Superpower User from the Polar Bear District. Even before becoming a superpower user, he was already famous for enjoying fights with bears, and after gaining superpowers, he possessed a level of Physical Strength that his peers could only dream of.

Boyeve had a love for battle that ran deep in his heart. As a child, he’d wrestle with his family’s dogs; as a young man, he’d spar with wolves—it was in his nature to never sit still. That’s why, upon arriving in Nim City, he immediately went to the poorest area.

The poorer the place, the more likely it was to breed crime, and this area was no exception. At the heart of the shanty town was a massive bloodsport arena. Those who were desperate could sign a contract with the arena—if they won, they’d receive enough money to change their fate; if they lost... they would become food for the wild beasts.

That’s right, this bloodsport arena involved fighting wild beasts with nothing but bare hands.

Boyeve enjoyed sparring with wild beasts but didn’t like being watched like a clown, so he decided to destroy the arena, to let its owner experience the thrill of a beastly battle for themself.

"Hello... are you a Demon Hunter?"

Just as he was about to sign up, Boyeve saw a slovenly man in a tea-colored coat, tightly clutching his clothes as he asked.

Boyeve nodded; he didn’t feel the slightest trace of a supernatural aura from the man, so he wasn’t overly cautious.

The man laughed brazenly, "Hello, I’m Stein Markul, sorry in advance."

"What do you have to be sorry for?" Boyeve stepped back and asked.

Stein lifted his clothes, releasing an indescribable aura. "I’m not an assassin, but someone paid me to kill you... so sorry about that!"

"Go to hell!"

Boyeve reacted instantly, throwing a punch at Stein, but Stein wasn’t perturbed. He dodged Boyeve’s fist with a speed so fast it was unimaginable, quickly vanishing before his eyes.

"How is he so fast... No, it’s me who’s slowed down!"

Time around Boyeve seemed to have come to a standstill, even his thoughts were slowing down. An unpleasant noise issued from the corner of the wall, accompanied by an odd, thick fog.

A creature so grotesquely deformed that it defied description crawled out from the corner, swiftly moving closer to Boyeve.

Boyeve, with all his great strength, couldn’t make use of it, and could only watch as the monster drew nearer and nearer, aiming a straw-like proboscis toward his neck.