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Chapter 865 - 865 449 Today I will chop off many heads (4100)_2

Chapter 865: 449 Today I will chop off many heads (4100)_2 Chapter 865: 449 Today I will chop off many heads (4100)_2 However, these three murderers were all wearing a series of uniform uniforms. Dressed in black hunting gear from top to bottom, with hard leather boots, there was a white metal crucifix hanging at the right chest, seemingly representing some organization. One of them carried a heavy, exaggerated sword on his back. The other two wore fingerless fist guards bristling with steel spikes!

As soon as the three appeared, a dense aura of killing intention rapidly spilled out.

It was as if the increasingly foul-smelling air around them was being swept away a great deal.

“What… what do you want to do…”

Fenn came to his senses; although he was panicked and scared on the inside, he still instinctively placed his daughter behind him and retreated towards the flower bed.

However, the three men who looked like murderers did not strike at Fenn. Loran, who had been chatting with Fenn moments before, was the first to move, lunging out in a strange pose as fast as lightning.

Loran seemed to want to grab Fenn and his daughter immediately, making these three threatening men, who obviously targeted him, hesitate!

Whoosh!

The three tower-like silhouettes moved with the violence of thunder and lightning!

The two men with fist guards leaped forward, their arms strong as tree roots, swinging out in the air tracing a powerful crescent radian. Thud! Thud! Acting later but arriving first, the men easily caught up, their fists violently smashing down on the youth’s shoulders.

Crack!

The sound of bones snapping was crisp, as the youth’s arms were broken right from the base, leaving his red blood and white bone stark and exposed. He suddenly rolled on the ground, rising in pain. As he got up, the two strong men closed in from both sides, grasping him firmly as if they were in a rugby tackle.

Meanwhile, the strong man carrying the large sword had also stepped forward briskly.

Raising an arm, he drew a sharp and heavy beheading sword!

The two strong men also cooperated by pressing down, and the terrifying force transmitted from their arms forced the youth to bow his head, revealing his misshapen skull.

“You want to kill me?! I am a member of the Lunar Eclipse Meeting, the branch is just a hundred meters away!” the strange face at the back of the youth’s head yelled.

“You’re finished! How dare you provoke our Moon…”

“Ptui!”

The strong man holding the beheading sword spat disdainfully, landing the spit right on the top of the youth’s head. A cruel smile spread across his face, filled with arrogance, “You’re the ones who are finished, insects! How dare you brazenly provoke the Clinic, giving refuge to the Blood Shark. As doctors of the Clinic, we will efficiently deal with all patients and anybody who tries to stop us. I can feel it; today I will be chopping off many heads…”

“Heh heh heh heh heh…”

The strong man let out a villainous cackle, his expression maniacal, his eyes gleaming red in the dim light. Without hesitation, he swung down the great sword!

Splash!

The youth’s head was decapitated along with the dark creature’s odd face!

The two-faced head rolled on the ground, like a blood-stained leather ball. It spun around, revealing a face of disbelief.

The two men with fist guards released their grip, letting the headless corpse fall to the ground with a thud. The thick blood quietly spread on the floor.

“Chk!”

One of the strong men took out a black bone whistle and blew it where he stood.

Suddenly, figures emerged from the shadows of the roads around the garden square, rapidly converging towards this spot with every step. Each of them was tall and muscular, with a fierce demeanor. Dressed in black hunting clothes with a shining metal crucifix on their chests.

These doctors from the Clinic walked with a steady and powerful gait, some wearing metal fist guards, some with beheading swords or knives on their backs, and some carrying ridiculously oversized mechanical crossbows. They looked like a special operations force.

“All sentries, dealt with.”

“All hidden guards, dealt with.”

“All accidental elements, dealt with.”

Twenty to thirty people reported as they arrived at the center of the Garden Square.

Each of them carried an incredibly heavy killing intention, radiating an indifferent ferociousness. Some still had blood on their hands or faces, as though they had just killed someone. The strong men stood silently in place, like iron towers.

It wasn’t until one of the strong men lit a torch and stretched his hand out towards the sky.

Whoosh! Whirl…

A gale burst down from the sky, causing the surrounding flowers and shrubs to sway in unison. In the next second, an enormous, expanding, evil, and seemingly alive mass of scarlet red mist descended from the heavens. Swish!

A silhouette clad in a wide black cloak appeared before everyone.

He lowered his cloak, revealing a face split between Yin and Yang. The left half was as pale as a corpse’s human face, while the right was a mass of blood red mist with a blurry human contour. Black runes and demon totem patterns were spreading and shifting across both sides of his face.

He exuded an eerie and dreadfully demonic aura.

The newcomer was none other than Fog Man, whose aura had grown much stronger than a week ago. Empowered by the demon totem patterns, his full burst of power now rivalled that of the Dark Hunt level. It was incomparable to his former self.

Whoosh… A breeze blew past, lifting the right half of Fog Man’s cloak.

Click-click-click-click…

The terrible blood-red mist seemed to imprison something within, occasionally revealing a vague and pained face. The mist was chewing and tearing, gradually digesting whatever was inside bit by bit.

Bang.

A muffled explosion sounded as the thing within seemed to burst, sending a spray of fresh blood into the air like rain. Fog Man, however, opened his mouth to inhale, sucking all the blood back into his body, making the mist turn even redder.

With a heavy and dripping allure of ripe scarlet.

“Tsk, tsk, tsk…” Fog Man clicked his tongue a few times, a satisfied expression on his face, seemingly still savoring the remnants: “Occasionally catching a small creature that suits my taste does make for a good treat. The flavor is indeed quite nice. Hehe…”

What he consumed was naturally some kind of dark creature. Among all the prisoners of the third layer of the Wild Beast’s Den, Fog Man and Nine Snakes had the most perverted and murderous tastes. Every disturbance on the third layer was started by these two lunatics.

Even after Casio cleansed all prisoners of their disasters, Fog Man’s nature remained savage and bloodthirsty, albeit somewhat restrained. However, he feared Casio’s presence and the rules Casio had established. He wouldn’t dare to defy them in the slightest, so he could only vent his frustration on dark creatures.

Monsters are not allowed to massacre humans? Then torturing the equally monstrous dark creatures should be fine, right? All he needed was a punching bag to release his unending stream of malice that welled up from the bottom of his heart!

“What time is it now?” Fog Man casually glanced at his subordinates.

“Lord Blood Mist, it’s six twenty-eight.”

A subordinate replied.

“Hmm.” Fog Man was about to nod when he suddenly sensed a familiar aura rapidly moving from the west side of the Garden Square, followed by a series of attack and combat noises. His face abruptly changed, and he cursed inwardly, “Damn ascetics! Starting early, are they trying to snatch the glory for themselves? Damn it… ”

This time, the operation against the Lunar Eclipse Meeting was promised by Casio, the head of the Clinic. Rewards would be given based on merit at the end, with greater rewards for greater contributions. More potent demon seeds, faster and more enjoyable cultivation speeds, and terrifying burst powers of demon totem patterns! Even, it was said, a boxing method secret technique specially created by the head himself, suitable for bursts of strength in the physical body empowered by demon totem patterns—terrifying fighting skills!

All these were the desires of the four commanders of the Clinic.

The ascetic, who seemed silent and honest like an ape, couldn’t wait any longer and took action first. Of course, Fog Man was anxious.

In the dimming twilight, middle of the Garden Square.

He suddenly let out a roar, “Brothers… Charge! Slaughter all these bugs clean! When it comes to rewarding merit, everyone will have their share!”

Tap-tap-tap-tap-tap!

Twenty to thirty strong men began to sprint fiercely, silent yet ferocious as they charged towards the church, like a black torrent ready to smash through all obstacles!

And Fog Man, with a forceful wave of his cloak, shot up into the air, resembling a huge blood-colored bat. Tens of meters in the air, a mass of blood-laden mist carried by fierce winds roared towards the Cathedral’s location!