Crack! Crack!
The sound of air freezing over, frost began to cover the surface of Harris's body.
The ice frost power of the Bloodline Clan mbers!
But isn't this just a High Order "Blood Descendant"?
Why would an actual mber of the Bloodline Clan appear?
Shouldn't he be in my secret base?
How could he have returned so soon?
Could it be that this was the layout by that "Blood Descendant" before?
The new head of Rat Tail Alley, utterly clueless about what was happening, roared as he unleashed his trump card—
"No!"
More black power was drawn from the Shadows, clashing fiercely with the white frost power covering the surface of his body.
Crack!
With a crisp sound, the frost power covering Harris's body was shattered.
And in that instant, the new head of Rat Tail Alley sank straight into his own shadow.
The mber of the Bloodline Clan, with red light flickering in his eyes, imdiately identified a direction and pursued.
A hundred ters away, Harris stumbled out of the shadows.
At this mont, the new head of Rat Tail Alley had reached his limit.
Gasping, gasping!
Heavily panting, he looked behind at the Bloodline Clan mber closing in, his eyes filled with unwillingness as he yelled.
"I can tell you a secret…"
Thud!
Before he could finish speaking, a dagger of ice frost penetrated the new head of Rat Tail Alley's chest, and rapidly froze his body.
Turning him into a corpse.
Then, as the Bloodline Clan mber raised his hand to recall the ice frost dagger, Harris's body imdiately crumbled into pieces, becoming a pile of icy fragnts.
Without even glancing at the body on the ground, the Bloodline Clan mber prepared to chase after the Mysterious Person, or rather, the abducted Arthur Kredos.
"Hercules's laboratory," he had heard it loud and clear.
If he could obtain this laboratory, perhaps the Bloodline Clan could be reborn!
The thought that rose in his heart made the Bloodline Clan mber's heart beat faster, but the ensuing pain forced him to clutch his chest.
The unhealed injury reminded him to stay calm.
After all, he was the only one left of the entire Bloodline Clan.
In the heart of this mber of the Bloodline Clan, resentnt and desolation intertwined. Just as he felt his injury gradually settling and he prepared to get up and pursue, a voice ca from behind—
"My foolish brother."
The voice was cold, devoid of any emotion.
But that indifferent tone seed to evoke the deepest mories of the Bloodline Clan, and without thinking, the mber of the Bloodline Clan turned around abruptly.
The next mont, the Bloodline Clan mber stood stunned in place.
Because!
He saw a pair of eyes flashing red.
Exactly like his own!
And that aura of the Bloodline Clan, also exactly the sa!
"Are there other mbers of the Bloodline Clan?!"
An unusual flush of red erged on the pale face of the Bloodline Clan mber, showing excitent, disbelief, and long-missing exhilaration.
Imdiately, the Bloodline Clan mber wanted to say sothing.
But he was interrupted by the Blood Descendant opposite him.
"After all these years, have you rely been hiding in a corner?
Even your hunting skills have declined greatly!
Can't you even tell whether the prey is truly dead or just playing dead?"
Arthur, controlling the Blood Descendant Auburn, grew increasingly colder in tone. He raised his hand and threw a severed head at the feet of the Bloodline Clan mber.
That head was unmistakably Harris's.
...
About two minutes ago, Harris, whose body had been shattered, crawled out from the shadows once more.
Compared to his earlier disheveled state, Harris now seed to be on the brink of death—not only had his internal organs been backlashed and begun to break apart, but his skin had also cracked open, resembling a porcelain doll laced with web-like fissures.
Yet, even so, the newly appointed leader of Rat Tail Alley continued to mutter curses under his breath.
"Arthur Kredos!
Marinda Julius Caesar!
And that mber of the Bloodline Clan!
Just wait!
Once I've recovered, your ti of death will co!
I will...argh!"
Such curses did not last long before they were abruptly cut short once again.
Because...
A mber of the Bloodline Clan had appeared before him, simply staring at him coldly.
It wasn't the sa one from before.
Rather, it was the one who seed to have triggered the alarm.
How this person had appeared here and found him, the newly appointed leader of Rat Tail Alley didn't know, nor did he want to know anymore—he just wanted to survive.
"Spare , I..."
Thump!
Arthur, controlling a Blood Descendant, did not give the other a chance.
The Blood Descendant swiftly raised his dagger and beheaded Harris—controlling a Blood Descendant wouldn't bring in the corresponding XP, so Arthur opted for a more primal thod to confirm Harris's death.
In the air, Fujin and Wuni were surveying the surroundings like two reconnaissance drones.
After confirming that Harris was indeed dead, they stuffed his body into Atos's Box, took the head, and moved towards the mber of the Bloodline Clan—he had to stop this Bloodline Clan mber.
Otherwise, his plan would be disrupted.
As for how to do that?
As Arthur, it was difficult.
But as a Blood Descendant, it was all too easy.
In fact, that was the case—
Through the eyes of the Blood Descendant, Arthur saw the joy, excitent, and disbelief on the Bloodline Clan mber's face when he saw him, and he knew then that the deal was sealed.
The original strategy of 'friendly exchange' imdiately changed to a 'brotherly Whip Thrash' type.
Because that was what the other lacked.
A mber of the Bloodline Clan who had been running away in distress since the extermination of their clan lacked a sense of security!
Moreover, considering how gravely injured the other was, Arthur could entirely imagine how panicked and terrified the other must have felt over the past thirty-sothing years.
Even encountering the Sank family, which might have had issues with the Bloodline Clan, or even been part of the extermination of his kin, needed to be done through the hands of ordinary people.
Furthermore, after so many years, for the sake of security, the other had been so cautious that he hadn't established even a Tiny Bit of a secretive power in South Los—if he had, he wouldn't have been so surprised and delighted upon seeing him.
Clearly, for the sake of security, the other had been living in a mode completely detached from the Mystic Side.
And this, for Arthur, was...
Perfect!
'With such a target, if I don't swindle even his underpants off of him, I'm not living up to my profession as a Spirit dium!'
Arthur, controlling a Blood Descendant, threw Harris's severed head in front of the Bloodline Clan mber and, while the other was still in shock and embarrassnt, went straight to the point—
"You have defied the decision of our ancestors!
You have brought sha upon the honor of our ancestors!
You...ah!"
The Bloodline Clan mber's bowed head lifted at the pained cry of the Blood Descendant, and in his field of vision, he saw his own brother suddenly clutch his head, furrow his brows, and mumble incessantly.
"Who am I?
Why am I here?
And who are you?"
Seeing the state of the Blood Descendant, the Bloodline Clan mber realized everything imdiately—
So that's how it is!
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