??Chapter 677: 359 Shadow Demon Legion and Muscle Organization (Happy New Year!)_2
Chapter 677: 359 Shadow Demon Legion and Muscle Organization (Happy New Year!)_2
However, it’s all worth it.
Casio has summoned yet another Shadow Demon troop, the majority of which are at the Claw Level, but there is also a small portion at the Red Eye Level.
They may prove to be markedly effective in dealing with dark creatures.
The aura from one creature of a kind is most sensitive to another of the sa kind.
Just like how Casio, being infested by a Shadow Demon, has beco particularly sensitive to the aura of dark creatures. The sa logic applies now.
The soldiers of the Shadow Demon troop have better abilities to detect and track dark creatures, which is very helpful once the general area has been determined. To hunt dark creatures with dark creatures, Casio sees this as a stroke of genius.
He’s generally very satisfied, except for two flaws. Firstly, the Shadow Demon troops consu too much vibration energy of life, although they are all low-level and useless for Casio, the sheer number is overwhelming. To control a Shadow Demon, life vibration energy is needed as the source of power. However, this is so necessary initial investnt. When the Shadow Demon troops are truly operational.
They can hunt and capture dark creatures on their own, obtaining life vibration energy, and possibly even have a surplus. This can form a cycle of sustainable developnt. Even as the cultivation of the Hand of Darkness deepens, the Shadow Demon troops control stronger Shadow Demons, and the quality and quantity of dark creatures captured increase, becoming more efficient. This provides Casio with a large amount of life vibration energy that he himself can’t ignore.
Secondly, there is the issue of controlling the Shadow Demon troop’s manipulation distance. The distance at which these fighters can control the Shadow Demons is not limitless.
Once they exceed a certain range, the Shadow Demons might beco motionless like a disconnected link, thereby losing their ability to fight. Therefore, it’s not good news that the physical bodies of the Shadow Demon troop’s fighters need to maintain an appropriate distance from the Shadow Demons.
However, there is a solution to this. The muscular assassins from the Black Spade organization can act as close bodyguards. They are capable of flexibly using powerful firearms, explosives, and close combat arts to protect the physical bodies of the Shadow Demon troop’s fighters. This wouldn’t be a problem at all.
At noon, Casio had lunch at this combat base, in the cafeteria. The nu was packed with at dishes, which so fighters seed to struggle with.
It’s not that they don’t like at, but that they are tired of it. The cultivation of the Hand of Darkness is best conducted with vibrant beasts and anomalous creatures, with humans coming second, and typical livestock third. If they want to cultivate the Hand of Darkness, they have to buy a lot of live animals as tools for sucking vitality.
After the livestock dies, it can’t go to waste. Although it can be sold to the at factories in the city, so of it can also be left to prepare dishes. Therefore, the mbers of the Shadowless organization have been oil-mouthed everyday for a period of ti. Initially, they enjoyed the indulgence and it seed quite fortunate. But as ti went on, they started to feel nauseous and wanted to throw up at the sight of it, yet they had to eat it anyways.
Upon learning of this, Casio promptly exchanged a few words as a representative of the Shadowless organization’s mbers with those in charge. Essentially, the organization is not short of money, so it’s pretty important to frequently change the nu.
At the sa ti, in Northern Flow City, at the headquarters of the Black Spade organization.
In the center of various buildings, there is a wide training arena. At the entrance, a sturdy man about 1.8 ters tall strides briskly through the corridor. He is wearing a black uniform which is bulging with his inflated muscles, creating quite an oppressive sight. When the sturdy man walks into the training arena, the clanging sound of tal shelves, the thudding sound of punching sandbags, and the friction of shoes against the marble floor, combined with the scorching air filled with the stench of sweat, co rushing at him.
Looking around, this place is exactly like a huge gym, complete with all kinds of modern equipnt, and ancient equipnt for secret martial arts training. Over a hundred well-built n are sweating profusely, adopting boxing postures and continuously throwing punches at the sandbag in front of them.
This makes the human-sized heavy bag swing in long arches, causing the tal fras attached to the walls to sway unsteadily. To the left, there is a sudden bang.
A giant man over 1.9 ters tall accidentally burst a sandbag with a punch. The black iron sand inside pours out and scatters across the floor. So n around whistle in admiration, while others mockingly joke.
“A sandbag made out of Sanka wild bull skin has been busted…”
“Savage Bull, you’ve burst another sandbag, White bird had just warned you last ti, and now you can’t control your strength again. The punishnt this ti might not be like the last ti, just an 80-kiloter sprint and 1,500 squats. Maybe White bird will drag you to the alloy training room to act as a sandbag!”
“Hahaha…”
The giant man known as Savage Bull blushed, and stubbornly replied, “It’s not like I wanted to burst it, it’s definitely because the person who used this sandbag yesterday punched too hard! As for the alloy training room? Am I, Savage Bull, afraid of that? At worst, it’s just…”
With a creak, the door at the end of the corridor in the distance was pushed open.
A burly man with a bare upper body slightly lowered his neck, and had to lower his head to walk out from the training room. He was two ters tall, and his trapezoidal shoulders were like a city wall. His muscles were like stacked rocks, showing a bodybuilder-like physique.
“Hey, look, White bird is out. Savage Bull, do you dare to say it to White bird’s face?” A group of instigators stirred up so trouble from the side.
However, the boisterous Savage Bull suddenly seed to lose heart, like a deflated leather ball. His eyes darted this way and that, and his towering figure, nearly 1.9 ters tall, seed to shrink and dodge to the side. He was like a dejected, victimized buffoon.
Over in the distance, White Bird paid no heed to him but instead brought a ssenger who had trotted over all the way into the training room and shut the door.
Five minutes later, the ssenger finished the report.
White Bird’s eyes began to brighten, and he exhaled heavily through his nostrils, “Finally, there’s sothing to do, killing those so-called creatures of the darkness? What a precious opportunity to test the progress our Black Spade organization has made! The only pity is that we’re not acting alone; we need to cooperate with the Shadow Demon Troop.” He shook his head in a tinge of regret.
“It doesn’t matter. Once the battle begins, Lord Casio will naturally see which side has played the larger role!”
“I have faith in you, brothers!”
“What do you say?”
White Bird looked around at the senior level of the “A” Black Spade organization.
Off to the left, a burly man in workout shorts cracks an easy grin. Casually, he sets down the 500-kilogram barbell he’d been supporting with one hand, which still thuds on the ground. His na is Red Fang.
On the right-hand side, an old man with white hair busts a tal pole support with a punch. Turning his head, he reveals a formidable physique that completely contradicts his ancient face. His eight-pack abs form two square grids, and perspiration trails down the crevices of his muscles.
He is the gentleman.
In the corner, a woman is doing handstand push-ups, and what’s different is that her feet are supporting a half-ton barbell.
Her arms flow up and down for five to six rounds, the muscles of her back and shoulders smoothly contouring. She possesses a great sense of strength.
She is Purple.
Further along the edge, two more n bare their upper bodies as they spar. Fists fall against muscled bodies, thump-thumping and making reddening marks. Sweat flies in watery mist.
Their nas are Rich Young and The Professor.
As White Bird posed his question, all the senior-level people pause and stare this way one by one. Their pupils burn like flas.
“Of course!” ×n
Two days pass by. It’s October 23rd, night-ti.
North Flow Country, Northern Flow City, a guild hall on the outskirt of the urban area.
Streetlights dimly glow, shadows in the street. Two teams, front and back, stand still attired in grey and black combat uniforms respectively.
The ones in grey are all muscular n, faces aglow with barely suppressed excitent. Their burly bodies disappear into the shadows.
Those in the black combat suits seem more like assassins, their aura deadly cold and numb. A barely perceptible shadow follows closely behind each one.
“Hunt, crush, capture!”
“Let’s begin as soon as possible…”
“We can’t wait any longer!”
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