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Chapter 247 - 247 166 Giving the finger to the Manor (4100) _2

Chapter 247: 166 Giving the finger to the Manor (4100) _2 Chapter 247: 166 Giving the finger to the Manor (4100) _2 It turned out that a werewolf was ruthless enough to scrape the flesh off the back of his hand layer by layer, just to see if the mark had really disappeared. His palm was instantly reduced to a bloody mess.

“It’s gone! It’s gone! It’s really gone! Hahahaha…” The werewolf was suddenly ecstatic, even though only bare bone was left of his hand. His body was still moving excitedly in all kinds of ways.

The expression on his face was incredulous to the point of madness.

The laughter was as infectious as a disease; in an instant, all the remnants of the surviving soldiers began to laugh. Some were so emotional they were crying on the ground like children.

Those who were seriously wounded were coughing blood but still shaking with excitement. Some were on the brink of death: lying on the ground, feeling the residual warmth being carried away by the rainwater, their expression was one of catharsis.

Eerie Night Guests, being perpetually in the world of rain, had their personalities affected by some unknown substance within the black rain, making them more emotional and prone to mood swings than the average person. However, in this situation, not just one reason could be attributed to their current condition.

This was related to the origin of the Markers; how did the Eerie Night Guests come about? Like the twilight of yesteryears, they were once a group of pitiful people seeking hope. Upon finding the magical and mysterious power of Black Rain Villa, they thought they had found salvation and could change their fate or the fate of their loved ones! Yet, all they were met with was more tragedies.

The mark from Black Rain Villa, seen initially by the Eerie Night Guests as a fair contract, was merely an unequal sign of slavery. They had to struggle to survive, mission after dangerous mission, never getting to enjoy a peaceful life. They were like the mythical bird born flying; the moment they fell was the time of their death.

That wasn’t the end of it…

All Eerie Night Guests were cursed, akin to lone stars of death, fated to die in exile.

It was not because they did not want to live a peaceful and happy life, but the voice they couldn’t see was telling them that all they deserved was to enjoy the moment before their inevitable death!

Even though they called themselves guests, deep down, they knew they were nothing more than a group of slaves trapped and bound by shackles by the villa. They were like pigs being kept in captivity…

To be without freedom, they would rather choose death.

A thick cloud like laden with lead covered the sky of this world of rain. The salty rainwater, piercing the clouds, slapped onto Black Blade’s face.

He looked up at the grey-black sky and never felt better. His face was a mixture of emotions. Full of emotions, Black Blade murmured, “Damn it, stupid Black Rain Villa!”.

After that, he raised his right hand and flipped his middle finger.

Then he looked guiltily at his hand for a second and turned his gaze around. He breathed a sigh of relief but found out his companions had already begun running away from the villa. Now that the dog leash was removed, who would continue to put their lives on the line for the villa?

The thin figure was running further and further away in the rain and fog.

If one were to overlook from above at the moment, they would find a rather strange phenomenon. Continuous artillery fire was heard around the area of the Baptism Church, with intense battle underway. The men in black and Eerie Night Guests from other directions were all congregating to this area. However, once the Eerie Night Guests got within the range of the artillery fire, they all froze on the spot.

After pausing for a few seconds, they all decisively turned around and ran away.

Some even ran out of their shoes while sprinting in the opposite direction, eliciting excited shouts. They were cheerful as untamed horses…

The numerous disciples of Northern Secret Martial Alliance, on the other hand, were not surprised by this. They watched coldly from the sidelines: eyeing the Markers like idiots while converging towards the Baptism Church.

Even though these Eerie Night Guests were viewed as a disorderly crowd in the eyes of the Northern Secret Martial Alliance, they did not bother with them when battles broke out at critical points. Wasting time dealing with these people would not help. Assisting the assault team to seize the Baptism Church was the key.

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The Baptism Church, it was now tightly surrounded.

Hundreds of the decayed knights clad in solid armour charged on tall war horses. In the sky, huge white gargoyles were diving like eagles, along with various strange powers being unleashed.

They were trapped in the middle, with dozens of people forming a tight circle, trying to minimize contact with enemies.

In their line of sight, they were surrounded by gleaming weapons hacking their way through. Whether it was cross swords, long-handle battle axes, or knight spears.

Anyone who had ever fought against the decayed knights felt that the power of these knights had been enhanced. This was the interior of Black Rain Villa, the knights home field. Being adjacent to an area as central as the Baptism Church, the knights were naturally strong.

Their combat power had increased by at least thirty percent.

The power is strengthening over time.

Even though the False Death Elixir lacks the immortality of the Decayed Knight, they are still troublesome.

Pfft!

The sharp cross sword scraped across Casio’s shoulders, leaving a long slender bloodstain. His clothes had been shredded, filled with numerous white and bloody marks. Relying on Hard Qigong, Casio showed strong survival skills, only suffering minor skin traumas in such a complex environment.

Duomeng, on the other hand, was not so lucky.

Three slashes on his back, blood dripping, the flesh muddled. One of his arms could barely muster strength, presumably due to damage to the muscles or meridians. He could only hide behind his uncle Mian, looking far more disheveled than Casio.

Casio couldn’t help but marveling; Protective strength was indeed correct. How do you escape the endless dangers without a robust defense? In fact, the grandeur of the Wind Elephant’s combat style and Hard Qigong matched perfectly, facing opposition head-on.

The battles helped Casio gain further insights.

The situation around them wasn’t favorable at the moment. With numerous and powerful enemies, even the strong members of the Assault Team Alpha could barely defend themselves and remained unable to reach the church.

The church was undoubtedly the core of Black Rain Villa. To stop the villa, all Decayed Knights had to be eliminated, and the special buildings of the villa had to be destroyed.

Casio drew a deep breath and continued to wait patiently.

Half a minute later, a sudden disturbance erupted among the Decayed Knights. As if something has distracted their attention, similar to the monsters in a game getting attracted by players from other places.

Had Black Rain Villa still possessed the capability to control the Decayed Knights, it would never have allowed this, preferring to eliminate the besieged Casio and his group first. But now, there were no ifs.

From all directions, elite disciples of the Northern Secret Martial Alliance flocked towards the scene. Initially, there were only small groups of few individuals. Soon, there were dozens and even nearly a hundred! Along with the high-ranked members of other assault teams, they charged into the battlefield, crying out that the special buildings had been destroyed!

The Craniotomy Clinic, Dawn Hospital, Mission Hall, Core Clock Tower, Limb Hall – regardless of the casualties, they had indeed completed their mission!

With the arrival of the main battle detachment and other assault teams,

The original advantage of the Decayed Knights and Stone Statues was lost in numbers. Casio and the others started the onslaught from all sides, decimating the powerful but disoriented Decayed Knights. The sound of iron husks falling off their horses echoed as they hit the ground.

Large quantities of liquid sprayed onto the ground, fragments of damaged cold weapons flew around, and ownerless warhorses turned into Black Rain.

The number of Decayed Knights sharply decreased, relieving the pressure on Assault Team Alpha. At this point, Casio shared a glance with Mian and Duomeng.

They nodded at each other and made a beeline towards the church.

Due to the need for continuous potion suppression to prevent the vitality of the Decayed Knights from waning, the destruction of the Baptism Church had to be done by them. They had brought thrice the amount of explosives to ensure the thorough obliteration of the church.

Whoosh, whoosh, whoosh…

Dozens of shadows remained. Like spears, they carved open the line of defense of the Decayed Knights, darting around the periphery of the church like nimble swallows. Skillfully placed, the smell of gunpowder from the explosives was overwhelming.

Hiss…

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The explosive sound shook the sky as the fiery ball expanded rapidly, mixed with pieces of rocks, and sent rippling shockwaves surging across.

Traces resembling waves appeared in the rainwater suspended in the air.

In the fiery skyline, a tall silhouette stood staring.

The black edges of his clothes rustling in the roaring wind.

“This high-temperature flame is much more comfortable than the cold Black Rain…”