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Chapter 898 - 898 464 strong (4000)_2

Chapter 898: 464 strong (4000)_2 Chapter 898: 464 strong (4000)_2 The elder known as Gale shook his head. Clearly, as an elder of the Blue-eyed Clan, he had some knowledge of the Transcendental Realm and could guess that the Fog Man of the Nine snakes was a member of which branch of the Dark Hunt Organization. Gale paused briefly before continuing, “Forget about all that, and go inform Elder Snake Arrow quickly. Tell him to take out everything he has prepared…”

The man with the beard opened his mouth to speak, but in the end, he simply nodded without saying a word.

Five minutes later, in the plaza of the small town, Mercury Hunters gathered.

“One hundred bottles of blood essence, a thousand bottles of activated mercury, three thousand armor-piercing arrows specialized for the Blood Clan, Black Gold Daggers, threaded beheading knives…” The gaunt elder walked slowly in front of the people, pointing to the supplies one by one.

“And Thorny Mercury Fragment Grenade, specialized mechanical crossbows…”

As Elder Gale listed a great deal of equipment, a bit of confidence began to rise in his heart. His gaze swept over the many young Mercury Hunters standing neatly in front of him, and he nodded in satisfaction, “Very well, the opportunity to overthrow Baine’s Count’s Manor has finally come today. Everyone, quickly take your equipment. Elder Snake Arrow and I will lead the team for a full assault on the Count’s Manor…”

Rustle rustle rustle…

A large group of Mercury Hunters with deep blue eyes began to act.

They were like hounds that had finally gotten the opportunity.

At the same time, on the outskirts of Ming Mountain City, a manor was nestled against a mountain.

Several smooth mud roads connected and converged toward a cluster of grey-black buildings. It looked like the thick black veins around a heart, with Baine’s Count’s Manor being that pulsating heart.

Inside the manor, in the hall of the core building, before a table.

An aristocratic youth with handsome features and pale skin was sitting elegantly in a chair, dining in a classic noble’s attire. Soft white lace trimmed the sleeves and collar, even around the chest. The edges of the pure white shirt were also bordered with conspicuous gold threads.

Ting, sounds of friction…

His pale fingers held metal cutlery, cutting through hunks of meat. The sickly black veins under his skin were slightly writhing.

A piece of meat, undercooked and still coursing with blood, was sliced off.

The aristocratic youth picked up the goblet beside him and poured a viscous scarlet liquid that resembled red wine over the meat, thoroughly soaking it. He stirred it with a fork and then lifted the meat to his mouth to chew.

The aristocratic youth nodded, revealing a satisfied smile with sharp tusks fully displayed. He looked up and signaled his subordinates to continue reporting.

“Count, those weak Mercury Hunters have been restless again recently. Yesterday, they suddenly deployed a number of elite hunters into the urban area of Ming Mountain City. At the same time, many members of the Blood Clan disguised as human collectors have severed contact with us. It’s possible that these Mercury Hunters have had a hand in this, and someone has already gone to investigate. We should have intelligence soon…”

A middle-aged member of the Blood Clan dressed as a steward spoke from the side.

“Hmmph, these weak insects buzz like flies, incessantly annoying. Didn’t they plan to overthrow my Count’s Manor decades ago? And yet now they’re behaving like turtles shrinking their heads, too timid to make a move. Do they think I’m unaware, still harboring the thought of finding my vulnerability to strike suddenly? How foolish. I’m getting a bit tired of waiting. Maybe I should carelessly reveal a weakness to lure them into taking action. At the same time, I could eliminate their living forces once and for all, so they stop bothering me…”

Count Baine sneered, seemingly holding the Mercury Hunters in contempt. He already regarded Ming Mountain City and Jinghu City as his own territory.

“Yes, Count.” The steward beside him bowed his head.

Baine Count smiled again, took a sip of the viscous scarlet liquid in his goblet. Then, he took out a rectangular box the size of a palm from his chest. Not quite gold, not quite wood, it had a matte luster similar to metal. Extremely smooth to the touch, without the slightest seam, it looked like a metal block crafted in the industrial age.

As the box was placed in the sunlight, its slanted surfaces exuded a strange and enchanting luster, possessing an alluring magical power. Count Baine gazed greedily at the box, rubbing his finger against it. For some reason, this antique, collected by his subordinates, seemed to have an unusual magic power even for an inhuman member of the Blood Clan. He wanted to keep it by his side every day, to fiddle with it continuously, immersed in that taboo aura.

Baine called this box the “Magic Box,” offered by a member of the Blood Clan five years ago. He liked it so much, he carried it with him daily. He would occasionally study the box’s effects, because he felt that this antique was not simple. Regrettably, even after five years, he had not figured out much. But as an antique to play with, it fitted perfectly in his hands.

On a return note, the member of the Blood Clan who presented the Magic Box to him had called it the “Box of Misfortune.” It was said that every owner of the Magic Box had died unluckily, meeting extremely gruesome ends, as if they were struck with a curse of misfortune. But Count Baine cared not the slightest, for he was not a frail human, but a powerful member of the Blood Clan, a master with robust immortality.

What curse of misfortune or sudden incident could cause one to die an unnatural death, in such a gruesome manner? Impossible, it didn’t exist.

It would always have the Magic Box until it had thoroughly researched its mysteries.

Before the dining table, Count Baine rubbed the smooth surface of the box for a while, then turned back to drinking the blood wine. At once, a pair of lips became exceedingly scarlet.

Whiz! Whiz! Whiz! Bang! Bang! Bang!

Suddenly, the exterior walls of the building started to quiver, as if something like shells was being lobbed from afar. The shells hit the wall, accompanied by the crisp sound of splitting sinews and bones, alongside abruptly halted screams. With a whoosh, another shell flew over and actually burst through the wall!

Boom— the exquisite wall crumbled, and brick debris scattered everywhere.

A bloody, unrecognizable silhouette fell onto the smooth, neat carpet inside the building, half of its body ripped apart, with internal organs spilling out with a slurping sound.

It looked as if it had been bitten in half by a python.

“What’s going on!?”

Count Baine, who had been before the dining table, could no longer remain calm and abruptly stood up. He rushed over to the figure and sensed that his subordinate was still barely alive.

“Count… my lord, the enemy… enemy attack…”

The next second, the vitality of the Blood Clan member was utterly extinguished, and the fresh blood energy within his body completely depleted. Unable to provide any further detailed intelligence.

“Damn it, to think there are forces daring to lay hands on my manor!”

Count Baine was uncontrollably furious, and meanwhile, the steward had already dashed towards the doorway, obviously to check the situation outside for his master.

Click, the door opened, and a gust of scarlet wind whooshed through.

The steward’s entire body froze in place, like a puppet. His right hand was still on the doorknob, yet his palm had been completely stripped of flesh, leaving a pale skeleton behind. Not just the arm, the steward had turned into an empty skeleton. His flesh had been swept away by that gale in an instant, as if his bones had been excoriated by blades within a fraction of a second.

“Rosa? Rosa! Damn it!”

Just as Count Baine was about to sprint in that direction, the entire building shook violently, and the sound of a tornado howling came from outside. It seemed as though a massive creature had slammed into the exterior wall, devouring and enveloping everything.

In the blink of an eye, the sky grew dark. The outside of the windows had already been completely shrouded by a deep, blood-red mist, with agonized screams continuously coming from within the fog, interspersed with the sounds of savagely devouring flesh.

“Aaaaah!” “No!” “Run for it!” “Can’t escape…”

The voices grew weaker and rarer, until complete silence prevailed.

Count Baine broke out in a cold sweat all over, a sense of extreme danger coming from nowhere made him take two steps back. His back pressed against the edge of the dining table.

He turned around in terror, his gaze suddenly fixing on a particular spot.

There was a large French window, but at this moment, a ghastly face that covered the entire window was laughing madly, the blood mist composing its face burning like flames, its maniacal eyes fixed on Baine.

As if it were greedily gazing upon an incredibly precious treasure.

Crash! The blood mist giant face shattered the glass and forcibly squeezed in from the outside. It opened its large mouth, revealing inside undigested hunks of revolting rotten meat and severed limbs, the bloody chunks mixed with pale, broken bones. “Found it, found it! Hahahaha…”

The blood mist giant face let out a deafening laugh, causing the entire building to reverberate and tremble: “The Cupan Magic Box is here!”