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Chapter 902 - 902 466 Unrestrained (4000)_2

Chapter 902: 466 Unrestrained (4000)_2 Chapter 902: 466 Unrestrained (4000)_2 On the left side of the team, numerous squad leaders gathered together, at least a dozen of them. Merely their physical stature and shape were far more formidable than an ordinary clinic doctor, exuding an aura akin to that of dangerous beasts. Elder Wind Knife observed everything closely, his aged palm tightening slightly around his saber. Good heavens, these dozen or so squad leaders all seemed to possess a formidable aura similar to that of Ghost Bear Igor. Some were slightly weaker, while others were stronger, with at least five or six surpassing Ghost Bear in strength. If it were one-on-one, he probably wouldn’t be confident in defeating any of them.

Ghost Bear Igor had been right, if he were to form a team with a few squad leaders, it was indeed possible that they could slay Count Baine. After all, Count Baine wasn’t a high rank of the Blood Clan, but rather, quite close to it.

Standing at the doorstep, Elder Wind Knife was confronted with severed limbs and trunks, as well as a black-clad team that conversed and laughed easily amidst the corpse mountains and seas of blood created by those severed limbs. He felt a moment of daze, almost believing the situation to be somewhat magical.

For fifty long years, his Blue-eyed Mercury Hunters had borne humiliation and heavy burdens, ceaselessly cultivating elites and nurturing young warriors. They had developed more refined technologies to enhance the Thorn Blood Purity, as well as high-concentration mercury and a variety of weapons designed specifically for vampires. Just as everything was ready and the opportunity for attack finally presented itself, sharpened blades ready and spirits high for the charge into battlefield.

Then, someone suddenly tells you, the battle is already over.

The overpowering force that had weighed upon them for fifty years was casually annihilated by a mysterious outsider, as easily as breaking an egg. Elder Wind Knife remembered clearly that these black-clad people had come searching for a certain mysterious antique! One of his bearded subordinates had hinted that if there were such antiques, they would mostly be found in the treasure collection of Count Baine’s manor. Then, for the sake of that antique, they decided on the spot to roll over the enemy, steamrolling straight through!

Just for an antique, the Count’s manor that had ruled over half of Shire County for more than fifty years, was destroyed overnight?

And they, who prided themselves as rebels of the Blue-eyed Hunters, had not deployed a single soldier in this process, contributing nothing useful. Oh wait, that’s not entirely true, they did provide a bit of information about the antique.

Elder Wind Knife felt it was magical because it was all too smooth, too sudden. He had thought it would be their tribe’s fifty years of diligent development that would finally succeed in overthrowing Count Baine’s rule over the manor. But instead, their enemy had met with an unexpected disaster, destroyed by a force that appeared out of nowhere.

Sometimes it’s just like this, nobody knows when a disaster will fall from the sky above. Perhaps one second your arrogant enemy appears invincible, and the next, they’re crushed to death by a giant footprint descending from the clouds.

At this moment.

Elder Wind Knife truly didn’t know whether he should feel happy or lost.

“Hey, you’re still not leaving? Really want us to take action and shoo you away?”

The familiar Ghost Bear Igor, with a cold face, walked towards them.

He immediately twisted his neck, producing a series of cracking sounds. His arm, as thick as a normal adult male’s thigh, was raised, and his smile gradually turned ferocious.

“Wait, Igor, stand down.”

Suddenly, a light and airy voice came from the sky.

The next second, gales swept through and red mist swirled around. A slender silhouette emerged from the fog, draped in a black cloak, walking out slowly.

“Blood Mist, sir!” The previously overbearing and fierce Igor quickly bowed his head, like a ferocious Tibetan Mastiff treating its master differently than it would a stranger.

“Hm.” The Fog Man waved his hand, signaling for Igor to return to the ranks. His dual-toned face remained expressionless as he quietly watched Elder Wind Knife’s side, seemingly pondering something. Previously, they had not cooperated with the Blue-eyed Hunters because demolishing Count Baine’s manor simply wasn’t necessary.

They could just crush it directly.

And to find the Cupan Magic Box, they had to complete the most important task first.

Now that the Magic Box was in hand, as it is said, comfort breeds lust.

The Fog Man’s thoughts wandered, wishing to earn more accolades. Upon the boss’s arrival in Shire County, they would have to enter the Alfama Mountains, inevitably leading to conflict with the direct lineage of the Blood Clan there. These Blue-eyed Hunters before him had long tangled with the Blood Clan on the edge of the Alfama Mountains, surely possessing many experiences and secret information.

Perhaps, both parties could mutually benefit from some of the upcoming events. Of course, for the Blue-eyed Hunters, any reduction in the strength and influence of the Blood Clan in the Alpha Mountain Range region would be a massive victory. After all, the difference in power between them was simply too vast.

In the plaza, Nine Snakes arrived quickly as well. Together with Air, they engaged Elder Gale in conversation, which essentially hinted at a tendency to take action against the direct descendants of the Alfama Mountains Blood Clan and requested the cooperation of the Blue-eyed Hunters. Elder Gale was ecstatic, his earlier disappointment vanishing in an instant. Who wouldn’t want to pick up a pie falling from the sky?

Even though it seemed like an unfair advantage, it didn’t matter; clinging to the big leagues was most important. Elder Gale couldn’t afford to be stubborn at this moment. Maybe just a little bit of pride would cost the Blue-eyed Hunters the efforts of several generations and achievements impossible to attain through numerous deaths.

No one would be foolish enough to let this opportunity slip away.

Moreover, these people belonged to the Clinic, a branch of the Dark Hunt Organization’s Hunters Association. They were, after all, the official supernatural forces of the Hong Li Empire. Even though they appeared villainous, it seemed they only directed their inner brutality and malice towards dark creatures and did not attempt to harm humans.

That seemed to be a new rule established by the head of the Clinic.

Thinking of this, Elder Gale couldn’t help but wonder about the identity of the new head of the Clinic who had such formidable subordinates. The two commanders he was speaking with had the daunting aura of the High Order Blood Clan, perhaps even more dangerous and fierce.

This aura seemed to be deliberately released by the two commanders, unabashedly showcasing their strength, openly and without disguise.

If commanders of the Clinic had the strength of Shadow Hunters, how formidable would the head of the Clinic be? Only a real fiend could suppress and tame these powerful and untamed beasts. Although Elder Gale had not met the head of the Clinic yet, he had already begun to feel a deep sense of respect.

Time flew by, and soon two days had passed. It was early morning on this day.

In the suburbs of Ming Mountain City, on a flat and spacious mud road.

A thin white fog drifted in the air, covering the lush woods on both sides. The road ahead was hazy as well, with only nearby objects visible. By the side of the road, three figures were waiting quietly. Two were cloaked, and one was dressed in practice clothes.

Clearly, it was Air, Nine Snakes, and Elder Gale, who was brought along.

The two commanders were about to offer the Cupan Magic Box along with the intelligence the Blue-eyed Clan had on the direct descendants of the Blood Clan, as a token of their sincere intentions.

Hoo…

A cool breeze blew through the trees, slightly disturbing the white fog.

From a distance down the road, the sound of carriage wheels rattling could be heard.

Soon, two modest yet comfortable black horse carriages drew nearer, eventually stopping beside the three figures, horses snorting and hooves shifting.

“Your Excellency, the head of the Clinic, the Cupan Magic Box you specified was found two days ago!” Air, who had been silent and cold, suddenly stepped forward, his eyes blazing with fervor. He held a delicate wooden box steadily with both hands, advancing step by step to the side of the carriage window. He stood there, calm and respectful.

Whoosh… The curtain was pulled aside, and a hand with distinctly knobby joints reached out. The fingers grasped the wooden box, lightly tapped it, and the sturdy box instantly shattered into powder, finer than sand, twirling in the air like ribbons.

The actual Magic Box made of smooth metal then became exposed. It seemed to react, its surface flashing with a pattern of dark green and black.

“Hehe, it’s back in my hands again… the Devil’s Book…”

Inside the carriage, a man’s voice sounded, chuckling in a low tone.

Crack, the carriage door opened.

A figure with dominating features, exuding an imposing presence, slowly stepped down. The surrounding light seemed to twist momentarily, and streaks of fog gathered, forming a vortex spontaneously.

Within the vortex, Casio, having just completed his Secret Martial Art, was inhaling and exhaling the white fog.