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Chapter 787 - 787 411 Sense of Oppression (4100)_1

Chapter 787: 411 Sense of Oppression (4100)_1 Chapter 787: 411 Sense of Oppression (4100)_1 Under the light of dusk, a tall man clad in a heavy black robe stands quietly in the shadow, at a secluded corner of a street.

He took out a round jade slab from his bosom, about the size of half a palm. Amidst the slab, an eye was engraved.

The semi-transparent slab shimmered lightly in blue, looking like glass, or perhaps a certain type of crystal, somewhat like the material of the Tear of Blue Eye.

Yangyan gripped the jade slab, giving commands to all the dark experimental subjects lurking in every corner to attack the single house in front of him.

Suddenly, over a dozen exotic species surged out of the darkness. Each exuded a ferocious aura and possessed a grotesque and terrifying appearance. Their faces were dull, saliva dripping continuously.

Without any hesitation, they all climbed over the enclosure wall and fences, rushing towards the house from all directions. It looked like a round-up.

Yangyan quietly watched all this, his right hand spread open, the disc in his palm emitting a faint glow. This was the result of one year’s worth of experiments in the Florence experimental field. Through this tool, orders could be reluctantly given to test subjects. However, the orders had to be very concise and precise. Anything too vague or complex would not work.

The disc tool had been tested many times within the experimental field. The success rate of giving orders was above ninety percent. Today was the first time for the tool to be used in actual combat. The strength of these old fellows was neither strong nor weak, perfect for the controlled test subjects to practice on.

Yangyan glanced at the time on his watch, it was five past five.

People from the Royal Family and the Council should have started to take action already.

A few dozen meters away, a three-story building made of blue and white ceramic tiles, on the first floor.

Butcher Krogg sat in the corner, one hand holding a steaming cup of black tea while the other reached for the stack of cookies on the table. Suddenly, the wall behind him cracked open with a bang, a four-armed gorilla, resembling a suit of black armor, charged in, its eyes glowing scarlet.

It lunged forward, its arms, thick as a man’s thighs, made into a fist as if delivering a meteor hammer blow towards Krogg’s back!

Bang bang bang bang bang bang bang!

Each blow was heavy and violent. Upon impact, the gorilla’s muscular arms shook like waves, frenzied.

It sneered, as if laughing maliciously. Its eyes were filled with the excitement and violence of crushing the enemy into pieces. Until Krogg stood up.

He still had his back turned against the gorilla, while the upper half of his clothes had been blown into rags by the blows, revealing his strong broad back muscles. On the surface of his skin, an intense, mysterious black fluid covered his entire upper body, emitting an eerie metallic sheen.

The thick black liquid rapidly spread along his arm, completely enveloping his large palms. Krogg abruptly turned around and smacked it with his palm.

Boom!

The massive force shattered the gorilla’s head on the spot!

Only a small, bloody part of the neck remained, still spurting blood.

“Had enough scratching? Idiot…”

Krogg flexed his back muscles and turned to look at the other direction of the first-floor hall. Surprisingly, a dozen or so exotic species broke through the walls one after another, rushing towards the six old hunters at the table. They had an arrogant aura about them.

“Do they take us for soft persimmons?”

Iron-face Jim narrowed his eyes dangerously under his mask.

“Hand-delivered? This is a good chance to test how well our strength has recovered.”

A glint of cold light flashed beside Kames. Dangerously sharp. At some point, his remaining one-armed grasp held a black war blade.

“Interesting. More than a dozen wild beast-level dark creatures are besieging us with organization and planning. This isn’t something ordinary exotic species would possess…”

Old Rudy also stood up. He lightly tapped his cane, and suddenly from the end of the cane shot out a sharp blade, razor-sharp.

“First, let’s deal with them, then figure out what’s going on.”

Krogg said in a low voice while striding towards the door. There was a dark creature as big as a brown bear there.

Outside the enclosure wall, on the secluded street.

Yangyan was standing alone in the empty street, midnight wind stirred his cloak. Yangyan looked at the red dots inside the disc in his palm. Judging from the battle he saw from the single house, both sides had started fighting. He slowly stepped towards the main entrance. Suddenly, a red dot in the center of the disc went out. Yangyan’s eyebrows flicked up. This indicated that one of the test subjects had died.

“Great combat power. Although these old creatures have aged, their short-term burst of power is much stronger than I imagined.” He was about to step forward when another few red points extinguished.

“Huh?” He frowned deeply.

Roooar!!!

There was a roar from inside the wall, followed by a loud bang. A massive object flew out from inside, sprouting blood wildly. Another strong silhouette jumped out in mid-air, following closely behind. He had tight and firm muscles, on his chest, a clump of black fluid as large as a heart was pulsing and expanding like a heart. The man’s long black and white hair, fluttered wildly in the wind, his face was rugged with distinct features.

He spread out his arms, the black metal liquid flowing like thorny vines, covering his arms. His fingers came together to form a blade, with a black metal gushing from the edge of his palm and fingertips, instantly forming a huge butcher’s knife. The frightening dual blades swung down, drawing a chilling, wild wind.