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Chapter 1152 - 1152 581 Manor revival mystery descends (4100)_2

Chapter 1152: 581 Manor revival, mystery descends (4100)_2 Chapter 1152: 581 Manor revival, mystery descends (4100)_2 The fists of the two combatants exploded out in an instant, drawing a deadly black afterimage in the air as they struck each other’s bodies at high speed! With two thuds, blood splattered as the Demon Man and Shark Tooth furiously fought each other, their eyes red with rage.

At the east door of the warehouse, Simonyi, who had entered with an elegant demeanor, suddenly froze, his emotionless face turning into one of confusion. His posture leaning against the doorframe shifted to standing quietly, and the cigarette dangling from his lips was pinched by his fingers.

At the other main doors, members of the Magical Golem Sect stood dumbfounded, the chilling and fearful sneers on their faces gradually fading. Additionally, a few bald muscle-bound brutes stretched out their large hands to rub their smooth heads like boiled eggs, seemingly unclear about the situation.

“We rushed here to kill you, and before we could even make a move, you started infighting among yourselves?” Instantly, the Magical Golem Sect members’ respect was invoked.

“Truly, what a group of nobodies from remote corners, unheard of small forces. Incapable of achieving anything, always engaged in infighting.”

A group of oddities fond of daydreaming, that was everyone’s assessment.

Minutes passed, outside the fodder warehouse of the large farmstead.

Simonyi’s right foot in a black boot stepped on the head of Shark Tooth, who was beaten until his face was swollen and he was groaning in pain. Beside his left foot lay a silhouette, bloodied and unrecognizable, life and death unknown. He clutched a cigarette in his mouth, the ember bright.

It seemed the entire process had not taken much effort at all.

Tap.

The boot was lifted and placed back down on the grass-covered ground.

Simonyi glanced at the two individuals on his sides and silently waved his hand.

“Take them all away.”

Suddenly, a group of black-clothed robust men stepped forward. They stuffed the infamous and vicious leaders of the two evil forces, Demon Man and Shark Tooth—one in each—into bags used for storing fodder at the farmstead.

They then shouldered them and walked toward the darkness and shadows in the distance.

In fact, the Magical Golem Sect was not very interested in the weak plotting of the White Skull Organization and the Blood Sand Organization. However, these pests threatened to disrupt the layout planned by the Magical Golem Sect. As a result, they were eradicated directly.

A day passed, and the two major underground dark organizations that had dominated the circle of New Humans for thirty to forty years were completely annihilated.

And this news, while the Orthodox Alliance led by the White Tower knew nothing about it. They continued acting according to the original plan, cautiously on guard against the dark organizations that might emerge from the shadows at any time.

Little did they know, the very foes they were vehemently preparing against had already evaporated.

Late at night, the sky was dim, lit only by the faint glow of the moon.

In a clearing in the woods where a bonfire burned, several black silhouettes stood between the gaps in the trees. They were motionless, like terrifyingly solid sculptures, quietly watching everything around them. Seemingly intimidated by a dangerous aura, not even the sound of birds or insects could be heard.

Unusually quiet, only the sound of pounding stakes could be heard.

To the northeast of the Anta Mountains, in front of the largest tree within several dozens of kilometers, stood a metal pillar as tall as two men, with a glass container inside containing a pale golden liquid.

At the core of the metal pillar, a mysterious ritualistic pattern covered a vast area of the ground. Numerous trenches extended out, clustering together like petals, somewhat resembling an eye.

In front of the big tree, several black-clothed robust men were driving the metal pillar into the ground.

Their movements were meticulous and careful, not daring to be negligent.

Ding!

With the final hammer strike, the metal pillar was completely driven into the ground.

Immediately, an unknown aura fluctuated in the space and rapidly swept across the entire mountain range, connecting with other metal pillars at different locations.

The pillar briefly emitted a golden glow, which then rapidly disappeared the next second.

If one were to look down from the sky at this moment, they would notice golden flashes across most of the Anta Mountains.

This meant the Magical Golem Sect’s mysterious ritualistic pattern had almost covered the entire Anta Mountains. What exactly were they planning to do?

In the camp, slowly waking up.

But the Demon Man, now a prisoner, shared this thought.

“What exactly are you trying to do!” he demanded.

“Prisoner, you are not worthy of knowing so much. Stop your noise and shut up!”

A member of the Demon Idol Sect, who was acting as a guard, immediately incapacitated him with a hand knife and then yanked his hair, dragging him to the side.

The rough handling was akin to dealing with swine.

The core belief of the White Skull Organization, founded by the Demon Man, was that humans were corrupt and inferior, like pigs that could be slaughtered at will.

They performed the Devil Blood Ritual, using human lives in a blood sacrifice.

However, now, the founder himself, the Demon Man, lay like a dead dog, treated no better than swine—a tremendous irony indeed.

At the bonfire camp, Simonyi’s silhouette slowly emerged from the shadows.

He glanced at the metal pillar by the large tree and flashed a hint of confusion. In fact, even Simonyi did not know what it was for. It was only installed because the Sect Master had ordered it, and all members followed the command without question.

Now, probably the only person who knew what these metal pillars and the liquid in these glass containers—that covered the entire Anta Mountains—were meant for, was the Demon Idol Sect Master, Casio.

From where Simonyi stood, he could vaguely sense it.

This plan for Black Rain Villa seemed not so simple this time. It was vastly different from the cyclical history of Black Rain Villa, which had always repeated itself. A unique moment in time, a special plan, a distinctive arrangement, and a unique person—all ensured this revival of the villa was bound to differ.

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Moonfall had passed, and the night had waned, giving way to a dazzling daylight.

Today was September 20th, a special moment in time.

In Anta City, at the Anta Mountains, numerous forces had gathered, eager and watchful. They turned into powerful undercurrents, advancing from various directions towards the interior of the mountains.

Near the Calen Waterfall at Anta Mountains, Blue Star Villa.

This was where Casio, after his third retrospection had ended, investigated the situations in the real world. He also where he had clashed with the White Skull Organization, which was conducting the Devil Blood Ritual. In Blue Star Villa, he slaughtered three of the organization’s captains and further subdued their number five, causing a tremor.

Now, Blue Star Villa had been acquired by the Demon Idol Sect.

Many of the sect’s formidable members had gathered here, waiting for events to unfold. At their Sect Master’s command, they would be unleashed like rabid dogs, sweeping across the entire Anta Mountains, clashing with all other forces.

Around nine in the morning, near the enclosure wall at the back of Blue Star Villa.

A solitary figure stood amongst the weeds, expressionless.

Two meters in front of him, a corroded bronze pillar deeply embedded into the earth appeared no better than a lump of rotten metal.

As the breeze passed, the weeds swayed, and the man’s black garment billowed.

Suddenly, as if a predestined moment had finally arrived—

Hum~

The remnants of the bronze pillar abruptly emitted a green glow, its spotty corrosion flaking off to reveal a new and complete surface pattern. In the next second…

The patterns climbed and twined, even extending towards the void’s currents. Vertical, they formed a hollow cylindrical contour, topped with a decoration resembling a hanging lantern. The light quickly dimmed.

What materialized was a brand new, intact metal pillar.

On the pillar was written: “Horse Carriage.”

Hum, hum, hum, hum…

Wave after wave of bizarre fluctuations, imperceptible to the ordinary ear, emanated from deep within the mountains, resembling layers of tumultuous sea waves.

Suddenly, the bright sky began to darken, clouds densely gathering.

The sunshine was obscured, imbuing the air with the tranquility and chill of the night.

Throughout the Anta Mountains, a cold drizzle began to fall, instantly creating wave-like arcs in the sky as it was blown about. It rustled as it fell upon the leaves of the forest trees.

Before the bronze pillar, the black-clothed Casio looked up, his gaze extending far into the depths of the Anta Mountains. His vision seemed to penetrate the thick mountainsides and the dense tree trunks and branches, witnessing a massive villa abruptly appear!

“This time, I will become your true master.”

“Black Rain… Villa…”