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Chapter 900: 465 Descends (4000)_2

He extended his arm, wrapped in blood mist, and grabbed the magic box.

The Nine Snakes behind him slowly took out a larger wooden box, which upon opening contained a slip of paper describing the characteristics of the magic box.

It was there for verification after finding a similar antique, to confirm its authenticity once again.

The Nine Snakes picked up the slip of paper, and started to read off the characteristics one by one. The Fog Man was in charge of checking the actual item against the list, with both confirming several tis.

There was no mistake, the box in front of them was the Cupan Magic Box that the headmaster desired.

Click, the magic box was placed into the finely crafted wooden box.

The Fog Man and the Nine Snakes exchanged glances, both breaking into smiles. The blood mist on one side of the Fog Man’s body beca excited, burning fiercely like an uncontrollable fla. He strode through the hall like a shooting star, heading towards Count Baine while muttering to himself, “Fantastic, it only took two days, we can offer the magic box to the headmaster the mont he arrives in Shire County…”

“What reward should I ask for? A stronger demon seed? A more powerful demon idol totem? No, no, no, Secret Martial Art! I want the Secret Martial Art! The headmaster created a Secret Martial Art specifically for that old man Otto, nearly doubling his strength! And the more he kills, the stronger he gets…”

“The more he kills, the stronger he gets… that’s perfect for !!! I love killing the most! Dismbernt, deboning, beheading… or devouring in one bite!”

As the Fog Man walked, his entire body began to tremble like soone with Parkinson’s, his shoulders and arms shaking uncontrollably with excitent. His eyes grew redder and redder, eventually appearing as though they were about to drip blood. Behind him, the blood mist surged uncontrollably towards the sky like steam, forming into a giant grinning mouth of blood!

It seed to represent the excitent he could hardly contain.

With that, the Fog Man stood crazily and chaotically in front of Count Baine, like a dark creature even more deranged than the beasts of the night, and slowly bowed his head.

At this mont, Count Baine had reverted from his heteromorphic state to his human form, coughing up blood with a sickly look of weakness. From afar, it appeared as if Count Baine was the powerless, fearful human, while the Fog Man was the greedy, ferocious, and evil dark creature. In this second, a huge, eerie contrast had ford as if their positions had been reversed.

Each Clinic, in fact, abided by the original intent, a purpose derived from the Dark Hunt Organization itself. Just as the mbers of the Clinic are called doctors, the Clinic was founded to deal with the issue of wild beast transformations within the Dark Hunt. This has been the case for every session, until Casio took over the new session, the purpose sowhat expanded.

The Clinic was created to treat all the sickness, demons, and evil spirits of the world! As a doctor of the Clinic, how could one eradicate these problems completely? Only by being sicker than the sick, more demonic than demons, more evil than evil spirits! Don’t cling to the bullshit noble spirit that as humans we are inherently weak and brave to rise against predators.

But from the start, see yourself as the strong one, the predator! Inflict brutal and rciless actions from a position of superiority!

The doctors of the Clinic must always rember, when facing dark creatures, we are the abusers! We are the ones with power! Play with those weaker beings like a cat with a mouse, mock them, humiliate them, tornt and beat them, oppress and kill them! Do not stop, even as your hands are stained with blood, kill all the way to the end of hell.

Don’t feel the slightest bit of fear.

On the contrary, they should be the ones fearing us!

This is the will of the new session of the Clinic, aligning with their transformation from dangerous criminals of the Wild Beast’s Den to doctors. Extre, fanatical, chaotic, fearless, and even tending towards self-destructive madness!

As if a congregation of demons comprised the new session of the Clinic.

And this demonic Clinic could only be subdued, controlled, and led by Casio. If any other Shadow Hunter were the head, they would probably be killed by their own commanders and doctors within a day or two. Proud and unruly fierce dogs, of course, need a master who is domineering, cold, and ruthless. Casio was both the creator and the controller.

Without a doubt, the Fog Man was one of the fierce dogs, one of the four most ferocious and brutal. And Count Baine, suffering from severe injuries, made an extrely misguided remark as he faced such a fierce dog.

“You can’t kill ! The powerful direct lines in the Alfama Mountains…”

With a gasp, Count Baine’s words were cut short, as his entire upper body had vanished. Behind the Fog Man, the gaping maw of blood mist hung mid-air, revealing a satisfied expression. The mouth chewed, and thick fresh blood dripped from its edges, only to be turned into blood mist again in mid-air.

Twenty seconds earlier, Count Baine had said you two had better not lay hands on , so his words were cut off before he finished, and he was severely injured. Now, he had said you can’t kill , and his words were cut off again as he died instantly.

It has to be said, Count Baine was an outstanding harbinger of doom. And the sight of his body, with only half remaining while the other half was eaten, could definitely be described as extrely tragic. This perfectly fulfilled the curse of the Cupan Magic Box.

“Pah, I expected too much from you, you’re not as tasty as I imagined…” The Fog Man said expressionlessly, spitting out a piece of bone.

At the sa ti, outside the hall, the battle was nearing its final stage.

Two powerful commanders from the Fog n and Nine Snakes broke through from outside the manor, shattering all the lines of defence, leaving the Blood Clan in total disarray.

The remaining, naturally, were casually dealt with by the doctors from the clinic.

They wielded beheading knives and broadswords, chasing the snarling Blood Clan like herding sheep, imrsed in the pleasure of slicing limbs. There were also doctors fighting bare-handed, who would throw a punch that directly exploded the enemy’s head. Drops of crimson blood sprayed onto their cold, hard faces, their pupils grew more fervent, and the curve of their normally straight mouths grew larger and more frenzied.

The doctors hunted and slaughtered the Blood Clan, just as the Blood Clan hunted ordinary humans. Ruthlessly and rcilessly, there was only the pure release of violence.

anwhile, outside the manor, not far from the gray-black enclosure wall.

The rcury Hunters at last arrived at the Count’s Manor, each dressed uniformly, well-equipped, their eyes filled with a resolute acceptance of death.

Including the bearded man, who was considered an elite mber.

Because this was the Count’s Manor, for the past fifty years in both Ming Mountain and Mirror Lake cities, they had been tightly suppressing the actions of the rcury Hunters. The hunters were even suppressed to the point where they could no longer hunt the Blood Clan openly, but rather, moved to the shadows. Conversely, the Blood Clan appeared openly and dominated the stage. Therefore, this all-out effort from the rcury Hunters was a desperate gamble. They were all young main forces, the most elite team of the rcury Hunter clan. If they were defeated, the rcury Hunters would decline rapidly.

“Later, Snake Arrow and I will join forces, doing everything possible to suppress Count Baine! Your task is to deal with the many Blood Clan underlings, among whom are several masters who have nearly reached the High Order Blood Clan level. Normally, at least one of us or Snake Arrow would be needed to face them one-on-one, so you will likely be under a lot of pressure. However, the good news is that those from the Clinic in black will draw fire, at least taking on so of the masters for you. You need to seize the opportunity, act quickly…”

The frail and elderly Wind Knife Elder said somberly at the forefront of the team.

They had prepared for the worst; if they could not succeed, they were ready to die!

All the rcury Hunters’ spirits were lifted, their eyes bright and determined.

“Good!”

Wind Knife Elder nodded, imdiately leading the team forward.

As they approached the enclosure wall, his face changed. Clearly, the sounds of slaughter and screams coming from inside the manor caught everyone’s attention, causing alarm.

It seed the n in black from the Clinic had already rushed in and were engaged in a fight with the many vampires of the Count’s Manor. And judging by the sparse cries, it was likely they had encountered misfortune, and the battle was reaching its final stage. How many forces remained inside the manor?

“Damn it, in such a rush to get there and be slaughtered! Couldn’t they wait for us a bit longer?” Wind Knife Elder cursed internally. But the arrow was on the bowstring, and he could not but release it, so he imdiately roared, “Charge!”

The Elder himself led the charge, at the very front, with the many rcury Hunters following.