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Chapter 825 - 825 430 Various Situations Undercurrents Surge (4100)

Chapter 825: 430 Various Situations, Undercurrents Surge (4100) Chapter 825: 430 Various Situations, Undercurrents Surge (4100) The Hurricane Wizard had actually received his reward during that visit to the Hundred Thousand Great Mountains, when he met the incarnation of the Totem King. He not only obtained totemic power that could definitely be described as formidable, but his body also became younger.

However, the Hurricane had grown accustomed to his aged face, which he felt lent him greater authority. So, he maintained his original appearance, even though his body had already shed decay and was imbued with unimaginable youthful vitality.

The Hurricane floated in mid-air, gradually reaching the canopy of the tree ocean. Bathed in the cool moonlight, he gazed distantly at the rolling mountains and the earth shrouded in darkness.

He was on a mission commanded by the Totem King, his heart filled with fervor. But the Hurricane was also aware that the person whom the Totem King wanted him and the beasts to exert all their efforts to kill was definitely not going to be so simple! In fact, that person must be very dangerous. Dangerous enough to require the cooperation of two Great Wizards, dangerous enough for the Totem King to personally ensure their bodily rejuvenation, dangerous enough to grant him and the beasts each a piece of exceptionally strong totemic power. The more the Totem King valued the mission, and the more extensive the preparations, the clearer it was that their target would not be easy to handle.

Therefore, even though the Hurricane was resolute in his mindset that Casio must die without doubt, deep down he placed great importance on his opponent. However, one thing that the Hurricane did not understand from beginning to end was where did this top-notch powerhouse who suddenly appeared in Florence come from? According to the description, he was neither the Holy Light Hunter Dilixiati nor the mysterious Chief Inspector of the Black Mechanism.

All of this, he feared, would only become clear after arriving in Florence…

“In total, including the beasts and myself, four Great Wizards are actioning together, with ten other elite wizards in support. This already constitutes half of the Totem Temple’s ultimate combat forces. No matter who that person is, the mere fact that we are mobilizing to such an unprecedented extent means he can already be proud…”

The Hurricane muttered to himself, his toes touching the emerald tree crown.

At the same time, in Fal County, Rika City.

It was very close to the Imperial Capital of Florence, less than a hundred kilometers in a straight line. Naturally, its prosperity could not be compared to Florence, but it was far from desolate. It was already evening, yet there were still shops open for business.

Especially on the east side of Rika City, where five streets were brightly lit by candles. Constantly, crowds gathered and dispersed, with many horse carriages parked at both ends of the streets. This was a night market, selling a variety of food and goods.

On one of the streets, at a rather secluded old tavern, a shadow flickered at the door. Two minutes later, the tavern closed its doors.

In the dim space, two vague shadows were conversing.

“It’s been completely confirmed now, the dark creature experiment field in the sixth district of Florence was totally destroyed by an unknown enemy. Candle Soul and Yangyan are missing and presumed dead or possibly captured and tortured for information…”

“Is there any chance that the Dark Hunt Organization is behind this!?”

“We cannot rule out this possibility…” the voice paused for a moment: “According to my investigation, on the day that the dark creature experiment field was destroyed, the Holy Light Hunter Dilixiati appeared in the sixth district of Florence. And he was injured on his way back to the Dark Hunt Headquarters and had been treated by a physician…”

“Has the Dark Hunt Organization discovered our layout?”

“It’s hard to say, they might have discovered it, or maybe not. I have re-established contact with those old guys from the Royal Family and the Council. They said that Councilman Louis and Duke Belly were also missing that day, including a top-ranking Shadow Hunter that the Hong Li Council had been cultivating since childhood.”

“So, on that day, there weren’t just Candle Soul and Yangyan in the dark creature experiment field, but also observers sent by the Royal Family and the Council. I have a question: the high-ranking Shadow Hunter trained by the Hong Li Council was clearly brought by Councilman Louis, but what about Duke Belly? Didn’t he bring any guards to protect his own safety?”

“This is exactly what I’ve been investigating during this period,” another voice responded: “There are not many in the Imperial Royal Family who can reach the level of a Shadow Hunter, and among those close to Duke Belly, there is only Constantine’s second disciple, the Master of the Rapier, Sas of the Silver Rue. I have investigated Sas’s whereabouts on that day, and he was unaccounted for a significant portion of the day. Based solely on intelligence analysis, this man is suspicious…”

“So what should we do next?”

“Investigate Sas, find out exactly what happened that day. If necessary, we can resort to torture. Besides, we need to quickly gather reinforcements from the surrounding areas, let those idle fellows come as much as they can. Whoever was capable of bringing down the dark creature experiment field and defeating the combined efforts of Candle Soul and Yangyan is definitely not an easy target…”

“What about Yangyan and Candle Soul then? Them…”

“Of course we also need to search for them, but considering the current situation, we shouldn’t hold too much hope. Most importantly, we need to retrieve the stone tablet. This is our top priority, understand?” the voice paused slightly: “Thankfully, the dark creature experiment field updates its data to the Organization once a month, and all experimental logs have to be submitted. Otherwise, our losses this time would have truly been catastrophic…”

In Florence, to the southeast, in the Anta Mountains, Anta City.

In front of a bronze pillar from which one could summon a horse carriage with a bell.

Three figures were discussing.

“What!? You actually have a way to break free from Black Rain Villa!!! Don’t deceive me, Ghost Man! Don’t play me for a fool with such news, or even with my good temper, I’ll be very angry!” a middle-aged man clad in hunting attire exclaimed loudly. He was sturdy and burly, his hands covered by brown leather gloves, with a mechanical steam crossbow strapped to his broad back. This metallic crossbow was particularly large, almost taking up half his width. It made one wonder just how thick the arrows that it shot would be and how much weight those edged arrowheads carried.