It must be said, Han Dong’s eyes are truly useful.
The team just erged from the ’atmospheric layer’ of soil, and then detected battle fluctuations occurring hundreds of kiloters away, hidden in a swamp area.
Normally,
the professors of Mi University, who lean towards absolute neutrality, wouldn’t care and wouldn’t find trouble... but the current situation is different.
With the known traitor Morgan defeating the lower-class Old King M.O. head-on,
outsiders still daring to seek clues and delve into the Seventh Rift to reach this special planet must possess sufficiently powerful strength.
Such strength might affect the "Seal Plan."
If it’s determined that other forces are involved, it is necessary to issue statents and warnings to them... and as Dean Dale ntioned, if the warning is ineffective, direct cleaning can be conducted.
When everyone hurried to the swamp at the fastest speed,
they discovered that the swamp covered an unusually large area, with various ancient temples of different sizes nestled within.
Moreover, the entire swamp was enveloped in a thick toxic aura, continuously coalescing in the sky to symbolize plague and death with skulls.
This toxic gas doesn’t need to be inhaled; just approaching the skin can have a rapid effect,
and even if protected by a mbrane, it can be quickly corroded.
Dean Dale extended his finger wrapped in a thin worm mbrane, slightly touched the toxic gas, and gave instructions:
"The battle here just ended,
the plague level here has reached [High-Level ForbiddenZone]... take out your highest level protective asures, we need to sneak in to determine the identity of other intruders.
If necessary, eliminate them directly."
The plague doesn’t concern Han Dong much.
After all, he has been studying plague studies from the beginning, whether it’s the G virus or The Undead’s Left Arm, they have good compatibility with the plague.
When the team stepped into the swamp, filled with deep yellow navels,
the ground was littered with the corpses of so fungal creatures, evidently killed by the previous team that arrived here.
The corpses mostly consisted of fungus hyphae woven together,
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with the surface covered with various bizarre, even ghost-face shaped mushroom fungi,
through the stripped hyphae structure, it’s even possible to glimpse the hidden blood and flesh skeletons... it’s just that the flesh within their cavities is of yellow-black color, continuously dripping toxic bodily fluids,
in an open area of the swamp a thousand ters away, a special team was taking a brief rest.
The team was composed of four.
They had humanoid physiques, and their outfits were relatively consistent,
all wearing flexible and lightweight vests and dark feather-made capes,
their heads were wrapped in specially made black bandages, with a few longer bandages trailing behind,
their feet were shod in dark leather long boots, embedded on the surface with tentacle structures, greatly enhancing ground sensing and facilitating movent,
most distinct was their equipped [weapons].
Or they possessed strange shapes, both having spikes, or called ring-shaped double-bladed axes, with an eye growing at the center,
or one hand holding a kerosene lamp made of a skull, while the other grasped a tentacle sword made with a black bone base,
or one hand held a field edge, with the other hand fused with a wolf-like creature, similar to the relationship between Han Dong and Count, able to rge or separate for combat.
And the strongest one, as the team leader, had two exaggerated giant swords strapped on their back.
Their perception was equally keen,
having preemptively cast their gaze towards the direction from which the Mi University professors arrived... however, when they noticed one particular professor among them, a flicker of discomfort and dread passed through the eyes within the bandages.
Relatively speaking.
Professor Karen, dragging a white snake tail, also identified the identities of this group based on their attire and distinctive armbands.
"Dean Dale, these people are from the [Hunter’s Court].
They are the highest level, seldom seen ’Black Executors."
"No wonder... with Morgan causing such a big disturbance on the Zothique Continent, it’s normal for the Hunter’s Court to make so moves.
Let’s observe their attitude first.
Being a neutral organization, there should be room for discussion, perhaps even collaboration, to jointly determine Morgan’s hiding place.
Wait, I rember Professor Karen, you seed to have stayed in the [Hunter’s Court] before accepting Mi University’s recruitnt?"
"Yes."
"How about you leading the conversation?"
"It would be better if Dean Dale does. My style within the court was quite unpopular among the other hunters... even sowhat ostracized, that’s why I accepted Mi University’s recruitnt letter."
"Hmm."
When the two teams t.
A tremor affecting the soul swept across the entire swamp area.
Professor Dale directly extended a domain covering similar to King Level, expressing his strong stance.
However, the hunters quickly stabilized after a brief discomfort.
Han Dong followed at the end of the team, quietly observing this group of ’Demon Hunters’ with human physique and attire.
They all emitted a strong killing intent, intertwined and infused in their weapons according to their attributes.
"Quite a unique Demon organization,
although the mbers’ races are different, their similarity in slaughter is the sa, they also control and utilize killing intent specially.
All mbers are Myth level,
with the leader carrying two giant swords, having a level similar to Dean Dale."
Before the Dean spoke,
a hoarse voice ca from the face wrapped in black bandages: "It’s a great honor to et the professor team from Mi University here in advance, let briefly explain our purpose.
We anticipated that Mi University would surely send specialists to deal with Morgan’s affair, but did not expect an entire dean-level team to lead.
Dean William Dale, it’s an honor to finally et you.
Due to the influence caused by the Zothique Continent incident,
and the serious cris committed by Francis Morgan previously, and because your Mi University’s internal judgnt system failed to execute him on ti,
the Hunter’s Court has issued an [Extinction Order] against this individual."
"An Extinction Order?" Dean Dale revealed a disdainful smile, his mouth filled with tiny worms expressing contempt, "I don’t believe a few of you are capable of killing Morgan... most likely you’ll be counter-killed."
"That’s correct, the [Extinction Order] is not executed by us.
We’re simply here to gather intelligence for the purpose of collecting as much information about Morgan, and the properties of this planet."
"In that case,
I have a condition for you.
If both of our teams encounter Morgan simultaneously, I hope you don’t interfere with our ’capture plan’... since Morgan is a criminal released by Mi University, it’s essential that we capture him again for re-judgnt and execution."
"Certainly possible.
If Mi University can resolve the matter on its own, the Hunter’s Court naturally won’t interfere... we’re even willing to provide certain intelligence and side assistance.
But we also have a condition,
If you indeed capture the target alive and take him back to Mi University, we hope the Hunter’s Court can send a representative to oversee the entire judgnt process to ensure you don’t commit the sa mistake again."
Evidently, the hunters still held considerable recognition for the Dean’s strength.
Better to avoid unnecessary trouble; if Mi University can settle this issue, it’s the best outco for their non-profit organization.
Dean Dale nodded, "Hmm, I will submit this request to the school... provided you truly offer sufficient assistance."
"We accumulated these clues by hunting local creatures and assimilating their brain cells for analysis,
then deduced from shrine structures and worship ceremonies... according to our conjecture, Morgan should be hiding in the depths of this planet.
We need to find the [surface entrance].
So entrances are likely hidden within temples in the swamp."
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