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Chapter 216 - 163 Dark Council, Are You Still Itching?_2

Chapter 216: Chapter 163 Dark Council, Are You Still Itching?_2

The finished product of the Water of Reason is quite special; ordinary containers cannot lock in the smell, and this smell lingers for a long time. It can only be contained using the original tree material from which it’s derived, but these people only manage to bring out the raw materials.

Once the Water of Reason is synthesized here and leaves a smell, the Night Demon Organization would go crazy tracking it down, making our evacuation very difficult.

"Is it any different now?"

The woman continued to shake her head, "I can store the Water of Reason in my body using my fangs to block the scent from escaping. It’s easier for a single person to move around. With the Original Sect people drawing attention openly, even if the Night Demon Organization realizes something is amiss, I’d have already left the Federation."

Brian nodded.

True or false, logically it makes sense.

It doesn’t matter if it doesn’t make sense.

He hadn’t expected that the raw materials for the Water of Reason were actually hidden here.

What a windfall.

...

Worried that things might complicate if delayed, Brian grabbed the woman by her hair. After finding out where the items were, he went to the base where sculptures were previously stored and punched down.

The room trembled.

Under the woman’s horrified gaze, the concrete base was covered in dense cracks.

Ignoring the pain, Brian threw another punch.

With a sharp crack,

the thick concrete base completely split open, revealing a basketball-sized, unknown depth ’pool’.

Inside the pool, something like jelly or a thick, green oil continuously rippled with vibrations. Beneath its dark surface, it refracted wisps of pale green light waves, looking dreamy and splendid.

"Really beautiful, is this really a natural product?"

Looking at these substances, Brian couldn’t help but exclaim.

The woman glanced outside, a gleam of joy flashing in her eyes, and murmured softly, "These items are very valuable; let’s collaborate. Give me back my teeth, and after I complete the final extraction step, we can leave together. Then you can totally abandon the Night Demon Organization and join us in the Dark Council, we..."

"Shut up!"

Brian casually punched the woman in the head.

With a muffled thud,

her head, still wearing a shocked expression, hung from her body, held only by half-torn neck skin, swinging loosely—a dark humor filled the scene.

With over two thousand pounds of force focused on a single point, even a thick steel bar would bend, let alone a fragile neck.

This female mutant, resembling a vampire, was actually not weak, and her explosive speed was nearly as good as Brian’s, but apart from speed, she was useless.

In front of Brian, a fully-rounded human beast, she stood no chance and could be killed effortlessly.

...

Easily killing the whining female mutant, Brian reached into the pool below.

The next moment,

a warm current surged.

The Bald Priest’s obsession was completed!

This made Brian’s mood much more pleasant.

No need for processing, and still, the obsession could be completed, meaning that this stuff, even if unprocessed, still worked, although perhaps less pure.

The Bald Priest’s obsession offered two types of Gifts:

Gift One: 30 points of Gift Energy.

Gift Two: 5 points of Gift Energy + body expansion

That body expansion, Brian had seen it before, similar to the Ninja’s meat-tank technique from his past life’s stories, indeed a bit peculiar, but without "chakra" in the real world, this skill served only to add a bit of private amusement, making him an obvious target in the age of firearms.

He chose Gift One.

points of Gift Energy entered his body.

In a short time,

Brian’s reserves of Gift Energy replenished to a full 66 units.

Right, there was also the reward from the Night Demon Organization.

Thinking of this,

Brian, without turning back, gently said, "Buddy, I remember you’re called Joseph, right? I’m in a good mood now. If you don’t resist, I might consider not harming you and handing you over to the Night Demon Organization. "

Outside, this guy had a very pungent smell, along with the previous young Joseph’s scent.

Obviously, he was with the just-killed vampire.

Outside the small church,

a massive beast, about three meters tall, with a wolf’s head and gray fur, its large eyes staring shockingly at the dry decapitated body in front of Brian: "You killed Messer!"

Hearing this name, Brian was stunned.

He turned around, picked up the smashed body, tore open its ragged jeans for a look, and expressed a speechless reaction.

It indeed had genitals.

"I thought he was a woman. Are you with the Dark Council too?"

Having completed his obsession, Brian wasn’t in a rush to keep killing the young guy in front of him.

He was quite curious about the mutants here.

Whether werewolves or vampires.

Quite interesting.

...

Seeing Brian’s calm demeanor,

Joseph sighed, shook his body, and his form gradually shrank, and the body hair retracted back into his skin.

He tenderly pulled out an orange glass vial, "This is a specialty of the Dark Council, called Primordial Blood, extracted from a huge mutant killer whale and combined with some special biological materials from the Dark Council. It enhances the cellular vitality of organisms. It’s beneficial to both regular people and mutants. I give this to you, please spare me."

Brian looked surprised, "If I kill you, isn’t this thing mine anyway? Besides, why not try to escape?"

Joseph shook his head.

"Can’t escape.

Messer was a fake vampire mutant, fast enough to almost dodge bullets, with claws that could tear through buffalo hide, yet you still killed him here. My beast instinct tells me you are terrifying."