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Chapter 802 - 802 418 Cooperation (4000)_2

Chapter 802: 418 Cooperation (4000)_2 Chapter 802: 418 Cooperation (4000)_2 It should be noted that Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist and Southern Dipper Red Vulture Fist are currently in a strange state of resonance. When one breakthroughs, the other will soon sense it and breakthrough as well. The effects of the highest level of special force that can be exhibited by Casio need to be multiplied by two.

Pondering slightly, he redirected his gaze towards the Evil Mother.

“Can you completely transform into a human’s appearance?”

The Evil Mother nodded, initiating the transformation on the spot. The remnants of the totem on her lit up, and as the firefly-like glow faded, the Evil Mother astonishingly became a red-haired beauty about 1.75 meters tall, with a curvaceous and sexy figure, a delicate and enchanting face, and snow-white skin. And she was not wearing any clothes, thus exposing herself to the air in such a bold manner.

“…” Casio fell into a somewhat silent state.

The Evil Mother thought he was not satisfied and, in an instant, flashed another light. This time, she transformed into a muscular, burly middle-aged man about 1.9 meters tall, with dark, shiny skin like an iron tower.

A signature bald head and a face wearing a confident and hearty smile.

And once again, without any clothes.

“…” Casio grew even more silent.

With a slight frown, the Evil Mother flashed repeatedly. She soon transformed into a pretty and slender melancholic youth, a gentle aristocratic miss with curly hair, a hunched old gentleman, a bright and healthy young boy, and even more ludicrously, she turned into Casio’s current form, striking a pose.

Her muscles twitched slightly as she cheekily winked at Casio.

“Enough!”

Casio stopped the Evil Mother’s ever-changing display with a stern face. After all, no one likes to see another bare-bodied person looking exactly like themselves. But to be honest, the Evil Mother’s ability was very useful and could even mimic most of a person’s aura. The Evil Mother had just transformed into him, and if it weren’t for someone very familiar, it would be tough to tell them apart. This was clearly a kind of particularly advanced totem disguise ability.

Moreover, this ability could now be put to use.

The Florence Experiment Field had been destroyed by Casio, Yangyan had died, Candle Soul was severely injured, and the two fighters from the Royal Parliament had been captured. He could entirely replace one of them with the Evil Mother. It was impossible for a member of the Door Organization like Candle Soul, as the Door Fragments served as a unique means of identifying comrades. Thus, the Evil Mother could only replace someone from the Royal Parliament.

After a bit of thought, Casio decided the Royal Family would be better. The environment of parliamentary voting was not very conducive to manipulation, while he could quickly seize real power in the Royal Family. Besides, the Royal Family liked to pull off covert moves, which was just the opportunity for the Evil Mother to infiltrate and cause some disruption.

So, as they walked towards the conversion pool, Casio gave instructions. A few seconds later, they saw the scene around the conversion pool.

The gray vortex mirror image had already dissipated, leaving only a stone tablet in the middle of the pool. Casio immediately walked over and took the stone tablet. Its use could be understood after interrogating Candle Soul later.

Then, he quickly found the dying Candle Soul on this level, took away the important experimental records of the dark creatures, and swiftly brought the Evil Mother to the upper levels. They carried away the bodies of the two Royal Parliament masters and Yangyan. They moved so quickly that they even searched the entire Underground Experiment Site again, finding no survivors.

Thus, they completely left, emerging from a hidden tunnel leading to the ground. Casio breathed in the fresh air and suddenly turned his head towards a direction in the woods, squinting his eyes. He said to the Evil Mother beside him, “Someone’s coming, and they’re a master…

“You handle the people, and you lead him away. I can’t show my face.”

At the end, Casio also added, “Be at number 25, Fal Street, in the sixth district of Florence by nine o’clock tonight. I’ll be waiting for you there.”

After saying that, he vanished into the woods, carrying the group of captives on his shoulder. Only the Evil Mother was left behind to take care of the aftermath.

Sometimes, having a capable assistant has its advantages.

They can handle emergencies with clear division of labor and in an orderly fashion.

Under a large tree, the Evil Mother now wore the appearance of a woman, dressed in the white coat of an experimental staff member, looking like a nurse.

Her blond hair was slightly curled, forming wavy shapes, and the sunset cast a beautiful glow on her slender and tall figure. The Evil Mother turned around, and her face revealed a grimace as ferocious as that of an evil spirit, her smile unnaturally violent.

Indistinctly, one could see teeth like saw blades inside her mouth.

Although what she had done a moment ago was intentional, in fact, she had ultimately been defeated and controlled by Casio, and naturally her mood was not good. Now was a good time to vent, even though her opponent was also a formidable master.

Whoosh!

The ground suddenly exploded into a deep mud pit, and the Evil Mother transformed into a black afterimage, darting through the woods and rushing madly toward the Holy Light hunter.

Meanwhile, in the deep layers, the World of Calamities.

This was a vast expanse of black muck, like a marsh, layered thickly over the mountain ranges and plains, where no plant could survive. If one had to describe it, this substance resembled a blend of oil and mud. Atop it were egg-like flesh tumors, slowly writhing.

From time to time, exotic species would emerge from cocoons and scatter in all directions.

And in the most central, most dangerous, and most indescribable area of this region, the balance that had lasted for thousands of years seemed to be collapsing step by step.

Totems and crimson stood in opposition; one side had obviously gained the upper hand.

The totems densely surrounded the crimson, leaving only a quarter of its area exposed. It resembled the filling within a sweet dumpling.

At the center of the totems, the towering Bronze Giant Elephant was not as silent as inanimate objects as usual, but unusually, it showed anger. It gazed directly at the tiny, seated old man, its voice booming like the Grand Bell.

“Why do you continue to struggle in vain?! You have already failed!”

No one responded.

“Blood Vulture, you won’t last long. The power you’ve accumulated is draining away at every moment, while I grow stronger with each passing second. This place is one of the sources! From the moment you foolishly came here to confront me, you were destined to lose!” The Bronze Giant Elephant turned its head slightly, its massive mouth agape.

“…”

Still silence, the old man seemed just like a puppet.

The Bronze Giant Elephant knew the will and determination of its opponent, but it enjoyed mocking its old rival, “Xiadu is still alive, surviving well from ancient times to the present. It is truly immortal; your efforts are futile. Through the vicissitudes of time and changes of eras, even if the entire surface world were to be destroyed, the World of Calamities were to collapse, it would still live on…”

At that moment, the withered old man suddenly raised his head, his voice hoarse.

“No, we had already succeeded back then, albeit only halfway. Xiadu can no longer claim immortality, for it has transformed from a concept into a person. And a person, however long-lived, dies once killed! Now, all that’s left is for someone capable of killing him to appear…” The old man’s eyes hinted at an indescribable hue: “You think I dragged you here to fight a fruitless battle? To act out of spite? Totem King, you are still just as foolish as you were those years ago, with not a shred of progress in a thousand years…”

The Totem King was enraged, a massive totem behind it slowly lit up. The huge wings detached, as if turning into an Ancient Dragon of mountainous size. However, directly opposite, the withered old man spread his five fingers and pressed them onto the ground, the crimson covering the mire formed a terrifying vortex. A beak as large as the vortex itself slowly probed out.

It was a size too immense to fathom, akin to a star!

Even the mountainous physique of the Totem King paled in comparison, shockingly only half the size of this head, let alone the entire body.

“…”

In the end, the Totem King exercised restraint. The old fellow still possessed strength enough for mutual destruction; the Totem King stepped back after all, as being gravely wounded and falling into a deep sleep was an outcome it could not accept.