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Chapter 914: 471 heading towards the Alfama Mountains, advance (4200)_3 Chapter 914: 471 heading towards the Alfama Mountains, advance (4200)_3 The Pale Origin is in the Abyssal Creek… The Pale Origin is in the Abyssal Creek…

Like a reluctant child mindlessly copying lines for a teacher’s punishment a hundred times over, the page was filled with nothing but this useless phrase!

It wasn’t wrong; that mysterious Plant known as the Pale Origin was indeed in the Abyssal Creek, but where the hell was the Abyssal Creek? Casio wanted routes and a Map, but what the Devil’s Book gave was another solitary place name. No wonder his vision darkened the moment he opened it.

“Could it be due to the principle of equivalent exchange? The Devil’s Book only afflicted me with the most minor Bad Luck of bird droppings on my head, so the information it revealed could only be a single correct piece of nonsense?” Casio’s eyes gradually became clear, and in the next second, he was infuriated again, “No, that’s not right…”

“What about the two Gem Catastrophe Essential Energies I’ve used up?!”

Suddenly, Casio felt an irresistible urge to tear the book to pieces.

His gaze grew dangerous as he looked at the Devil’s Book in his hand, its color dull as if playing dead. The palm of his right hand instantly turned a dangerous Scarlet, with high-density Deathfang Power flowing like sticky glue.

The Devil’s Book remained indifferent.

A strange noise suddenly came from within Casio’s body, like a river of fiery Magma colliding with a glacier with a sputtering sound.

In an instant, his right arm turned a magnificent purple-red, and this shade of purple-red was spreading rapidly toward his forearm and palm.

“Hum…”

The Devil’s Book quivered, and the Gem in the Skull Head lit up.

Tick, tick, tick, tick! Various and sundry, exactly four in total.

Good, it spit out everything it shouldn’t have taken in.

With a cold face, Casio nodded, allowing the dangerously charged purple and red hues on his arm to fade quickly, returning to its normal skin color.

Though he wasn’t aware of the Devil’s Book’s material or origin, it seemed that the unprecedented Extreme Power of the Southern Dipper’s Sonic Fang was still enough to make it wary. This, too, was Casio’s means of checking and balancing the other party.

Time flashed by, and soon it was the next morning.

At the entrance of Count Baine’s Manor, a group of black-clad men with dangerous and robust auras stood ready, their eyes fierce and brutal, like wild beasts. In front of the formation of black-clad men stood three figures towering above the rest. The scholarly yet morbidly pale Youth with glasses, the blood-crazed Ying-Yang-Faced Man who looked like a devil, and the serpent-eyed beauty who watched others as if preying on food.

Each with their own characteristics, each with their own wickedness, utterly unrestrained.

None resembled the typical Orthodox characters in demeanor.

In front of the three, there was an even more significant presence. A deep and unfathomable Aura lingered around the shadow, swallowing all the gazes cast its way, distorting judgment and perception. It gave one the feeling of helplessness, as if peering into the life of a higher-dimensional being, with a sense of panic and horror.

Click-clack, click-clack, the Manor’s clock struck eight o’clock on the dot.

Casio turned his head and motioned lightly with his hand.

The Elder Wind Knife of the blue-eyed hunter clan immediately scurried over, a friendly and obsequious smile on his face.

The many wrinkles on his old face blossomed sweetly like a chrysanthemum flower.

“Proceed as planned; your people will lead the way, and we’ll take care of the killing from behind. Don’t be the slightest bit afraid when encountering the Blood Clan; my men are right behind you. It’s those vermin who should be afraid…”

Casio’s voice was Cold, and his words reeked of blood.

“All units, march towards the Alfama Mountains, advance!”