Brian slled fear, anger, and an overwhelming rush of adrenaline from these fresh scents.
Dean had just been fighting for his life!
But the surrounding traces made Brian sowhat uncertain.
That roar just now had been loud.
But apart from shattered glass strewn all over, Brian saw no signs of a fight having spread to the surroundings.
This clearly did not match Dean’s fighting style.
If he had truly been fighting soone, the building below wouldn’t have a single intact piece left.
Unless one side was so powerful that the other didn’t even have the ability to resist.
This was not a good sign.
Struggling to contain his unease, Brian followed the scent trail and finally found the spot where Long and Dean had last stood.
Here, he detected a faint sll of blood.
High above, the wind was fierce, making it hard for any scents to linger.
Yet, under these circumstances, he could still sll the blood.
A strong sense of unease reached its peak in Brian’s mind at that mont.
He didn’t care whether the enemy had left or not, he imdiately opened his Heart Domain.
In the next instant.
Everything within a radius of ten thousand ters beca vividly clear in Brian’s heart.
He imdiately spotted the body embedded in the concrete, eyes wide open staring at the night sky, positioned as if still in a fighting stance...
"Dean!"
Rage shook in Brian’s eyes.
With a flash, he appeared on the ground ten thousand ters below, reached out, and drew Dean’s body from the concrete.
Dean’s body was still in a muscular fighting pose, the lingering warmth of his blood, like magma, the activeness of his cells even affected the surrounding air, making it seem to twist and steam.
Anyone would refuse to believe this was a corpse.
But Brian’s expression was extrely grim.
His breathing beca fiercely hot.
The reflection of a sinister Blood Moon appeared in his eyes.
Dean was dead!
The old fellow had been killed.
The opponent had broken open Dean’s left chest, sliced through his ribs, and removed his heart...
Seeing the traces on Dean’s body, combined with the previous roar and the pose Dean maintained before his death, Brian could almost visualize the scene: faced with an unknown powerful enemy, Dean fought back, only to be easily killed by having his heart removed instantly, dead on the spot without any chance to resist...
Dean was a Third Rank Life.
A Beastification Person, his strength was gained through cunning, but he was not weak in combat.
Such beings, Brian was confident he could kill Dean now but had no confidence he could do so without giving Dean any chance to retaliate.
Unless it was in the Spirit Realm.
In the Material Realm, he couldn’t achieve this so effortlessly.
The people capable of this in Brian’s mind fell into two categories:
One was the mysterious Long.
The other was soone like the Exotic Realm King, who had taken over a body, hiding in the human or animal world as an Exotic Realm Soul!
Or rather, these two categories, were actually the sa kind of people.
Both aliens!
..
Watching the little Obsession Ball slowly forming above Dean’s corpse.
At this mont, however, Brian felt no joy in this acquisition.
He held Dean’s corpse, his face expressionless, only his increasingly intense strange red-glowing eyes reflecting his inner turmoil.
He often argued with the old fellow.
But that didn’t an Brian disliked Dean, the old fellow.
Even without Susan as a bridge, their like-minded personalities actually made for a comfortable relationship.
Plus, Dean really treated him well.
When he expanded his influence, the Adams family also fully supported him, helping him establish the structure without any worries that he would use his son-in-law status and potential to swallow up the Adams family.
Before encountering danger.
At the Deep Sea Base, Dean had also revealed his escape plans to Brian, pushing himself to the front lines, only to have Brian take Susan and so core mbers of the Adams family into hiding after he ran into trouble.
Such an elder, murdered and his heart devoured!
Although Brian now had a way to reincarnate Dean.
But this feeling...
Brian was very angry.
It had been a long ti since he had felt this angry!
...
Whooo whooo~
Sirens wailed from afar.
The recent roar had been incredibly loud.
The glass windows of countless nearby residences shattered as if struck by missiles.
The heavy body of Dean hitting the ground also made quite a noise.
Not to ntion, this place was a construction site with Night Watchers.
Soone was coming.
The red glint in Brian’s eyes gradually faded.
He carefully crushed Dean’s Obsession, retaining the Spiritual Imprint carrying information, stored the body into subspace, returned to the sky, and stared blankly at the moon overhead.
"I originally intended to keep a low profile,
wait out a decade or two, develop a device that could remotely absorb Obsessions, establish a sect, harness the Obsessions and power of the masses, strengthen my Heart Domain, constantly evolve, and increase my physical and Spiritual Strength to level 2, level 3...
Earth has billions of people.
Each year, my strength would undergo earth-shattering changes.
Each year, I would gain more confidence to face you hidden bugs.
All I wanted was to quietly live my life.
But why do you mindlessly affect my life?"
Brian murmured to the moon.
Countless red mists uncontrollably dispersed from his body, spreading within a ten thousand ter radius.
...
It was unclear how much ti had passed.
A bored officer, smoking a cigarette outside the construction site, looked up at the sky and froze: "The moon, it’s red!"
"Red?"
"What’s red?"
Another officer, also slacking off, followed the gaze of his companion, looking up with widened eyes.
The previously silver-glowing moon now seed to be enveloped in a blood mist.
A massive figure, against the moonlight, spread its exaggeratedly large Bone Wings like a grueso Demon worshiping the moon, descending upon the skies of Los Angeles...
Brian sensed the sparse gazes from the little bugs below casting their looks up at him.
He didn’t care.
Stretching his no longer suppressed body.
With a flap of his wings, he flew towards the NW organization’s underground base.
It didn’t matter who had killed Dean anymore.
It was irrelevant.
One by one, the organizations with glowing plaques would be sought out.
If they didn’t co out, he’d devour them.
If they ca out, they must be the culprits!
Sa difference, devour them!
At this mont, Brian, calm for a long ti, felt the Blood Moon Radiation Energy that had been suppressed, boiling like excited water breaking free from its cage.
They, along with the energy from all Mutants, differed fundantally, deepening the bond with his Soul Imprint with each Transformation, now occupying most of his core consciousness area, leaving only his neck and a small part of his head.
At this mont, Brian had only one thought.
Destroy anyone who stands in his way!
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