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Chapter 688 - 688 364 Unlucky Blood Spirit Association Presidents

Chapter 688: 364 Unlucky Blood Spirit Association Presidents and Vice-Presidents (4000)_2 Chapter 688: 364 Unlucky Blood Spirit Association Presidents and Vice-Presidents (4000)_2 The explosion just now had directly caused the upper body of the Demon Idol Phantasm, acting as an outer armor, to shatter and collapse. The forearms and upper arms at the very front were destroyed, along with a large portion of the shoulders.

This was why Casio only suffered minor skin injuries.

“What a ruthless Devil’s Book; it actually varies its level of danger based on the strength of the user! It seems that next time I use the Devil’s Book, I must choose a safer place, a fortress with perfect defense…”

He murmured to himself in place, seemingly caught in a misunderstanding. If Casio really did as he thought now, the misfortune brought by the Devil’s Book next time might not be a fighter plane, but a meteorite bombardment from outer space! Or there might be a leak in the testing of a high-powered explosive weapon by the Hong Li Federation. Anything could happen.

However, not being able to understand it for a moment didn’t matter much. Casio would always carefully consider before using the Devil’s Book each time, and he would certainly think of another factor affecting the risk of misfortune. Thus, he would make some degree of contingency planning.

Splash, crackle…

Fifty meters away, the fire was burning the wreckage of the plane, slowly turning the metal black. A large area of grass around was also faintly exuding red flames, showing a tendency to spread outward under the influence of the wind.

Especially now in autumn, the withered grass was perfect for ignition.

When Casio’s life vibration energy had restored his arms, he quickly took action, creating a spiral air mass with his Green Wind Aura, exploding large pits at the edge of the flame. This rapidly cut off inflammable materials.

If viewed from the sky, one could find a large number of pits about one meter in diameter forming a large ring.

An area of grassland within a hundred meters in diameter was encompassed within.

As the fire continued to burn and spread, easily half of the grassland was soon occupied. The other half was utterly charred black from the burning. At the center, the wreckage of the plane stood like a tower.

At a glance, it looked as if it was some sort of evil demonic ritual. It would be fine if one was on the ground as they wouldn’t be able to see the whole picture, but from high above, one could see absolutely everything. This brought an instant shock and horror.

That was exactly how Marven was feeling now.

He was the unfortunate pilot of this fighter plane. An accident occurred during his mission, and the fighter plane completely ignored his commands.

All he could see was the sky turning over and was about to nosedive into the prairie.

Marven could only save himself by parachuting.

Now, as he floats in the sky and finally calms himself down, he catches his breath and looks down.

He was shocked to see such a scene of demonic worship.

His eyes nearly rolled back and he almost passed out.

Barely managing to stabilize his mind, Marven is horrified to find that he seems to be drifting towards the site of the plane crash by the high-altitude air flow.

At that moment.

His heart nearly jumped out of his throat.

In mid-air, Marven is thrashing about like a frog, hoping to swim through the air like a liquid with the resistance of his arms and move away from this suspicious fire ring with a diameter of a hundred meters. Still, he is getting closer and closer to that area.

Ten seconds later, he stopped struggling and almost gave up.

After half a minute, Marven began to struggle violently again. He saw an unknown human figure standing in the fire ring, unknown whether it was a demon or a monster, but certainly not a human! Because that humanoid creature was tossing chunks of heavily weighted aircraft rubble far away, throwing them as far as fifty or sixty meters, even out of the ring, a hundred meters away.

Those chunks of metal debris, larger than two or three doors put together, hit the ground with the noise of a shell.

Marven was nearly scared into urinating himself, his hands and feet were slightly weak. He watched as the blurry humanoid figure threw the aircraft’s half-house-sized tail cabin into a lake seventy or eighty meters away.

The water column shot up into the tens of meters high sky with a loud bang.

Marven stopped struggling and fell silent. He closed his eyes and made the sign of the cross, touching his left shoulder, right shoulder, forehead, this was a sign of prayer to the Holy Spirit. Marven was murmuring names, presumably of his family. Later, he mentioned some monsters, evil spirits, evil gods, and the Holy Spirit. Probably trying to self-hypnotize and comfort himself.

Down below, at the center of the fire ring, Casio stopped.

Maybe it’s a bit childish, but he threw those pieces of aircraft wreckage so far away, actually to vent his anger.

Casio thought he had the upper hand this time, but he was slapped in the face. Even though the blow was neither light nor heavy, it was enough to be a slap in the face. It was truly disrespectful.

Swhoo, he threw the last large fragment.

Then stood in front of a large, pitch-black pit.

Casio had flung aside the plane wreckage not simply out of anger, but because he sensed something strange underground.

They were still under the curse of the Devil’s Book, making Casio believe that any coincidence could potentially be dangerous. So he took the initiative to approach the pit, peering into it.

“A tomb? No, it seems like a relic?”

Casio scowled on the spot, suspecting there might be a problem below.

He did not expect to randomly choose a relatively safe open area, only to be sitting on an unstable factor beneath his buttocks.

But then again, who would build a tomb or a relic by a lake? Wouldn’t it be easily infiltrated?

Of course, it could also be that the relic is ancient, and there was no lake when it was built. An old relic? This reminded Casio of the Akaba Ruins left by the Oyon Civilization. Could the relic below also be associated with that ancient era?

A desire for exploration suddenly emerged in Casio’s mind.

However, this impulse was quickly squelched. There must be danger below, and the sudden appearance of the relic was likely an effect of the curse of Devil’s Book. It would be a rash and probably unwise decision to barge in at this time. There could be unknown dangers lurking.

He quickly suppressed his curiosity.

At the same time, along the dark pit, a long tunnel extended into the ground, with over a dozen branching paths scattering off.

The one on the far left led down through some underground buildings to a hall at the end. This was a hall with wall patterns and designs from the Hong Li Empire era.

In the large space, a pool occupied half the area, inside was a nearly dried-up, viscous liquid.

It looked like it had been there for a long time. No one knew what it originally looked like, but now it looked more like sludge. And in this sludgy liquid, two silhouettes laid quietly.

They had awoken, stirred by the racket above. The noise from the top, like a missile explosion, penetrated the soil layers and reached the depths of the relic. The whole hall even trembled a bit, breaking the silence.

“What’s going on above?”

“I don’t know…”

“Adam is missing.”

“Hmm, he probably woke up earlier and left.”

The conversation between the two was a bit raspy and awkward, as if they hadn’t spoken in a long time and were re-acclimating to their bodies.

Boom, boom, boom, more vibrations came from above.

The sound was much quieter, as if something had fallen to the ground?

“Should we go up and see what’s going on? It seems like someone is causing destruction…”

“Hmm, let’s go together. Anyone who disturbs my sleep, must compensate with blood and life…It’s been a long time since I’ve tasted flesh…”

In the dark, the two conversed. As they mentioned devouring flesh,

Their four eyes lit up, filled with greed and bloodlust.

Shhh, two figures stood up from the pool. On the left was none other than the chairman of the Blood Spirit Association, Lien, and on the right was the vice-chairman, Dino. Both were Indestructibles.

Above, Casio was sitting cross-legged at the entrance of the dark tunnel.

Flipping through the Devil’s Book in his hand, he looked a bit dangerous as if contemplating whether to burn or tear up this damned book.

While he was deep in thought, Casio suddenly sensed movement in the relic below. Before he could close the Devil’s Book, he looked down the tunnel. There were footsteps abruptly stopping.

Two pale faces, ferocious and wicked, looked up at him.

Looking at those familiar features and aura.

For a moment, Casio couldn’t help but burst into laughter.

Well, isn’t this a familiar face?

He remembered these two got themselves killed pretty miserably…