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Chapter 267 - 267 175 Euler Euler (6000)_3

Chapter 267: 175 Euler Euler (6000)_3 Chapter 267: 175 Euler Euler (6000)_3 An invisible telekinetic force took the shape of a hammer, striking the back of Casio’s head with only a dull thud to announce its arrival.

He turned around impassively, his fist striking into the chest of the telekinetic user like lightning, causing an explosion of blood mist as he withdrew his hand.

His gaze swept over the battlefield, Casio saw the stupefied Soro beside him, but found no sign of the Magician Catwoman. Turning his head, he spotted a silhouette about to disappear in the distance.

“Why are you running? Really, it’s not like I’m some man-eating ghoul. My subordinates are too timid; I’ll need to toughen them up later,”

Casio shook his hand, thinking to himself. Truthfully, his current appearance didn’t exude much reassurance. Blood was drenching his body and his face was spotted with blood. It even seemed as though there were pieces of internal organs in his hair. His enlarged physique resembled a small giant, muscles bulging everywhere, eyes red as blood, filled with demonic Qi.

Especially given the sight of him killing with poise amidst the group attack.

He was without a doubt a killing machine.

“Get out of the way, you trash!”

Casio strode ahead, all the White Skull Organization members who tried to obstruct him along the way were sent flying.

Those who were unlucky were hit in vital areas and died instantly.

Just as he was about to continue his pursuit.

“Ah, my friend…”

Soro lowered his hat brim, blocking Casio’s path. But the next second, he quickly tucked and rolled out of the way.

“Damn it!”

Soro glanced to his right, where a shadow was tearing across the ground like a bolt of lightning, leaving fractured footprints in its wake.

If he had been hit by that speed and that robust physique, it would be no different from being run over by a heavy truck.

So, the fate of the fourth member would also be his…

“Doesn’t he want to communicate? Fine… What a strong and mysterious man…” Soro murmured to himself, glancing at the nearby battlefield. At least half of the White Skull Organization’s new human powerhouses lay on the ground, the rest more or less injured. Most of them were wailing, their combat effectiveness nearly depleted.

“The fourth squad is finished, even their leader, Battle Axe Keigang has died here…” Soro’s eyes flickered. He suddenly recalled what Casio had said earlier: “The second squad captain of the White Skull Organization, Angel Miguel, has also fallen?”

“That’s… such a horrifying display of power.”

Bang bang bang bang…!

A series of gunshots echoed through the fog.

Without any equal opponents, the remaining remnants of the White Skull Organization’s fourth squad were annihilated.

A silhouette dashed into the fog, heading towards the villa.

Inside the Blue Star Villa, on the gray street.

The Magician gasped for breath, running as fast as he could.

Yes, he was running and had no choice but to run

That inexplicable tall man had approached him in a strange place, telling him his name sounded pleasant and that he was quite taken with him. To be honest, it was a little strange.

It was so strange that it sent a shudder down the Magician’s spine.

His thoughts naturally went in a negative direction.

He had been caught in the eye of a man!

Later, this man in a black cloak got into an argument with the White Skull Organization, which instantly escalated into a fierce battle.

Of course, the Magician had to take this opportunity to run quickly!

If the people from the White Skull Organization won, he would certainly be silenced because he had seen their operations

If the tall man won, how could he resist such a muscular powerhouse? He would have no choice but to comply!

(Alas)

So he could only run.

The fog was dense, spreading and flowing along the ground like a living being. Just like a flowing sludge, people floated within it. The Magician ran straight ahead, not meeting anyone.

The only sound on the road was the tap-tap of his own footsteps.

“What are all these metal pillars…”

The Magician saw many black metal pillars along the side of the road, about the height of an adult’s waist. The surface was covered with fine grooves resembling thorns which seemed to be crawling up the pillars.

There was a pillar like this every few meters.

“Another one!?”

Suddenly, a person emerged from the fog beside him.

He wore a black combat uniform, with the logo of a wristwatch on his arm. It was unmistakably a member of the White Skull Organization’s defense combat personnel.

“Damn it! Why are Skull Organization members everywhere?”

The Magician swore under his breath, then squeezed out the last bit of his psychic strength, thrusting out a steel ball.

Ding! Two steel balls collided with a crisp sound.

“Good! It’s a psychic user, and a C-class one!” The Magician was relieved, thinking there might be hope for him after all. If the opponent was a C-class psychic, there was still a chance for him to make it out alive.

Because both sides were ordinary in terms of physical abilities, their speed relied solely on their legs during the chase. The Magician believed he could outrun most of his colleagues, the rest depended on his ability to dodge attacks.

As a fellow psychic, he had a lot of experience in this area.

“Run!” The Magician rolled away, steel balls hitting the ground and causing pockmarks. He got up clumsily and ran to the left.

A few seconds later, another silhouette dashed towards him.

The fog cleared to reveal Casio’s face.

He glanced at the grey ground and the road next to it.

“Why are there so many broken pillars?”

Casio casually approached one of them, reached out a hand, and lightly tapped it. It was made of very hard metal. He applied a bit of force with his right hand, pulling upward, and the entire metal pillar came out.

The pillar was about as thick as his arm, and half the length of a person.