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Chapter 822 - 822 428 Extreme Power (4100)_2

Chapter 822: 428 Extreme Power (4100)_2 Chapter 822: 428 Extreme Power (4100)_2 According to Casio’s sensation, the amount of Holy Spring water absorbed this time was one and a half times more than expected. That is to say, aside from the existing thirty-three Platinum Stigmata, the remaining sixty-seven Gold Holy Marks consumed about over two thousand four hundred units of Holy Spring water. He did a quick calculation, thought about the reserve of Secret Spirit Power he had already stored, and immediately breathed a sigh of relief in his heart.

Luckily he had made extra reserves, stored a lot more, otherwise, if the Secret Spirit Power also had this characteristic of increased consumption with greater saturation, he might have not had enough.

Of course, Casio hadn’t done this on purpose. It was because he had been doing tasks for Black Rain Villa with the Ghost Iron Knight, and the rewards related to the World of Calamities were quite generous. Before he knew it, he had accumulated a massive amount of Secret Spirit Power.

Now that the Holy Spring water had reached a saturated state, all that was left was to absorb the Secret Spirit Power. Casio suddenly opened his eyes, finding that dusk was approaching the horizon. He slowly stood up, revealing the back of his right hand. With a slight intention in his heart, streak by streak, the Holy Marks went out and dimmed, retreating on their own.

With a flicker in his eyes, Casio concealed the thirty-three Platinum Stigmata.

Only the sixty-seven Gold Holy Marks remained, flickering brightly.

The energy of the Holy Spring water within him had reached a saturated state, giving him an abnormally abundant and seemingly self-sustaining feeling. It couldn’t be true as the rumors suggested, that if one could reach a hundred Holy Marks, one could produce a self-circulating system within the body. Even if the energy of the Holy Marks was consumed in battle, no addition of Holy Spring water would be needed, and the depleted Holy Marks would regrow automatically.

Casio looked slightly astonished but did not continue to investigate, as after all, Holy Light hunter Dilixiati was beside him. He moved his footsteps, walking out of the pond water. Curiously, the Holy Fist water was not absorbed by the fabric at all, as if attracted to each other, remaining in the pond. Casio flexed his body slightly, and a clear snapping sound transmitted through his bones.

On the gold stone, Dilixiati opened his eyes and leapt down.

His gaze swept over the back of Casio’s hand leisurely, noticing the pattern of the sixty-seven Gold Holy Marks, and he nodded approvingly, “Not bad, your current limit is already one higher than Louis’s. If the subsequent adjustment goes smoothly, you might exceed seventy, and even surpass Case,” Dilixiati spoke in an encouraging and appreciative tone.

Casio smiled and looked at the back of Dilixiati’s hand, “Then what about you? I’ve once heard that the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism has seventy-nine.”

Dilixiati shook his head, seeming to recognize Casio and willingly displayed the back of his hand, which clearly had seventy-seven Gold Holy Marks.

“Oh? Only two less than the Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism, maybe…”

Casio’s eyes flickered slightly.

Yet Dilixiati just smiled lightly and shook his head, “Do you believe all rumors are true? There are also rumors that say I could replace the Chief Inspector now, but what’s the reality? The gap between him and me, heh…”

He ended with a self-deprecating laugh.

Casio narrowed his eyes a bit, judging by Dilixiati’s reaction, the rumors were likely not true. Or rather, they were true, but only reflected the limit of the seventy-nine Black Chief Inspector when he just became part of the Dark Hunt. The amount of Holy Marks he later gained through willpower training remained a mystery and was not included in the count. Maybe one or two more, possibly three to five? So, eighty-four?

In the end, Casio did not get an answer from Dilixiati.

The two followed the same procedure back, passing through the dark tunnel all the way back to the city of Florence. By that time, it was already night.

First, Casio visited old hunter Hebu’s residence, joining the celebration with the other old hunters without much excitement, and then he returned to his own single house. He took a black box and left the Dark Hunt Headquarters under the cover of night.

He arrived at the outskirts of the city, a familiar place. The last time Casio met with the Ghost Iron Knight, it was here in this Abandoned Monastery.

The bright moon hung high on branches, with blurry clouds wrapping and gathering around. On the pitch-black firmament, specks of stars twinkled, some of them faintly forming shapes of various animals. Beside the withered tree, a youth quietly looked up to the sky.

His gaze seemed to rest upon the location of Southern Dipper Star Cluster.

Casio watched for a while, apparently finding the constantly shifting positions of the Giant Vulture Constellation and the Star Python Constellation. He withdrew his gaze, bringing himself to the best state.

This was the courtyard of the Monastery, withered grass all over, and the stone path littered with broken stones. The spire building’s windows were hollow and dark, and in the corners, there were tangled spider webs, creating a somewhat eerie atmosphere. A dead tree stood forlornly in a corner of the courtyard, with broken stone tables and benches by its side.

Casio sat on the stool, the table in front of him holding a metallic vessel exuding wisps of a cold aura. It contained two thousand eight hundred units of Secret Spirit Power.

He sat quietly for a while, then slowly extended his right hand. The Logo on the back of his palm no longer concealed itself, reverting back to one hundred lines. Casio firmly grasped the metallic vessel and brought it before him, guzzling its contents like a hearty swig of Liquor. Instantly, a chilling coldness seeped from his head down to his feet.

When he had drunk a sufficient amount, the sturdy vessel now bore a deep imprint of his palm. Casio set it down and exhaled a deep breath of cold air from his mouth. He felt as if he had just been drinking liquid nitrogen, his mouth, throat, and blood vessels seemed as though they were about to be frozen solid.

Without waiting for his senses to recover, Casio already felt a reaction between the Secret Soul power in his body and the Holy Springs Water. The expected violent changes occurred, with the sensation of ice and fire providing an intense thrill. The two special energies, catalyzed by his blood, suddenly collided and merged violently. For a moment, it felt as though every blood vessel in his body was in painful torment.

Pfft…

Casio’s skin split open, and fresh blood spurted from nearly a hundred fissures, quickly staining his clothes red. The sight was horrifying, but he didn’t care; he just used Life Vibration Energy to heal the wounds. Then, blood vessels all over his body kept rupturing and healing.

Blood spurted out again and again until a thick crust of dried blood formed on his skin. Casio remained expressionless, his gaze fixed on the back of his right hand.

The majority Gold Holy Scars were being tainted by Platinum.

From the original two-thirds, to half, to one quarter…

Finally, even the last Gold Holy Scar vanished.

At this moment, a hundred Stigmata turned into a hundred Platinum Stigmata!

Casio’s blood seemed to have been replaced with the blood of a living being.

Immediately, the Stigmata on the back of his hand underwent drastic changes. The neatly aligned Stigmata began to spin and reassemble, as if to form a completely new pattern. At the same time, Casio felt a burning sensation from the Spirit Rune on his chest responding in kind. After several seconds passed, the dazzling Platinum light ceased, revealing a pattern.

It was an equilateral triangle, each side composed of thirty-three overlapping Platinum Stigmata, and in the middle of the triangle was a single Platinum Stigma that connected to the apex and was perpendicular to another side.

Spiritual Rune? Or perhaps Life Rune?

Certainly not the Rune itself, but it seemed to possess considerable ability.

Casio, quite intrigued, stood up, deciding to test the effects of the perfected Platinum Stigma. He resolutely enhanced it onto the Southern Dipper Boxing Method.

Bang bang bang bang bang bang…

Casio’s clothes suddenly burst open with dozens of holes, as if pelted by a barrage of bullets. Each hole corresponded to the positions of two Acupuncture points of the Southern Dipper Boxing Method, and he immediately stripped off his clothes.

Thirty-one South Dou Red Vulture Fist Acupoints glowed with a crimson color.

Thirty-one Southern Dipper Sonic Serpent Fist Acupoints shone with a rich purple light.

The two began to resonate with each other, not just between themselves, but also directly linking to the flickering frequencies of the Giant Vulture Constellation and the Star Python Constellation in the sky. Casio closed his eyes, brought his hands together in front of him and looked up at the sky. His blue Pupils reflected the dazzling Starry Pattern of the heavens.

Crack crack crack… crack crack crack…

His body suddenly emitted a breaking sound, not actual damage to the Physical Body, but rather, his constructed Virtual meridians undergoing drastic changes.

The previously distinct and separate two Southern Dipper frameworks began to compress and Overlap! It was as if the Blood Vulture Bird slowly extended its sharp Claws, seizing the body of the Python. Meanwhile, the Sonic Snake wrapped tightly around the wings of the Blood Vulture Bird, binding them ever more tightly.