Deep underground.
"Mr. C, do you need me to... bring another sacrifice?"
In the cellar with an area of more than 200 square meters, a cross-shaped object is placed against the wall on one side. It is covered by a black curtain, and the specific appearance cannot be seen.
Under the cross, deep in the flesh and blood scattered on the ground, a simple altar was built with wooden boards and wooden boxes. The carpet covered above was also dripping with large pieces of unknown dark red objects, some of which were even slightly squirming, as if they had a life of their own.
The flickering candlelight around them moved automatically without wind, as if it would go out at any time, taking the faint light away from this strange cellar.
On the altar about one meter above the ground, a man wearing a black robe, his face hidden, turned back and looked at the questioner who stood cowering a few meters away. The latter was wearing a leather jacket in this late summer night, and the two pistols slung around his waist did not give him the courage to face fear at all. Seeing the man in black robe turning around, he seemed to be even more frightened, and couldn't help but move back until his back touched the wall.
"No need. They are very weak and of little use. You can get out."
The leather-clad man nodded hurriedly as if he had been granted amnesty, then carefully walked around the flesh and blood beside the altar and left through the small door on one side.
If the ground had been the flesh and blood of the previous unfortunate victim, he would not have been so frightened.
Those who take pleasure in other people's Affliction, those who believe in folk remedies and bathe in blood, those whose sexual habits are different from ordinary people... He has been in this business for a long time, and he has seen all kinds of guys who look like dogs. How can someone who buys slaves have any good intentions?
The problem is that the blood stains here, and the Flesh Chunk mixed in them, are mostly those of the "Mr. C" on the altar.
Before leaving the room, he looked back. Mr. C on the altar was still standing with his back to the door. He raised his head and looked at the object covered by the curtain on the wall, which seemed to be a cross.
Maybe I should find an excuse to transfer to other cities, such as nearby Tingen City, or go to the sea...
Listening to the weird sound that kept coming from behind, like a soft object falling to the ground, he shrank his neck, quickly walked up the stairs, and left here.
Angel and Rupert, one on the left and one on the right, caught the body of the leather-clad man who walked out of the cellar but fell down as soon as he closed his eyes.
"This should be the last one."
Rupert lowered his voice and said.
"Sleeping Beauty" wearing different clothes beside them had already laid down on the ground. Including this man who came out of the cellar, there were exactly five of them, no more, no less.
Clement, who was squatting next to them, opened his eyes, put down his right hand that was pressing on his temple, and looked at the leather-clad man who had used his "Nightmare" ability Hypnosis.
"He just came up from the cellar. Apart from more than twenty slaves for sale, there is only one Beyonder whom they call 'Mr. C'."
"The time is too short to obtain more information, but we must be prepared to face an evil Beyonder with strange abilities."
Clement looked a little pale, wondering what he saw in these people's dreams.
Mr. C... Is this the code name within their organization?
Angel looked at "Nightmare" who was standing up unsteadily, and also took out "Bloodthirst" and twisted the bullet nest to the bullet of "Phantom Phosphor Eruption".
Since there is only one enemy below, let him have a taste of Black Flame when we meet.
Clement took out the Sealed Artifact "2-031" that he had been carrying from his windbreaker pocket, Hand of Declaration, handed the gloves to Rupert Norman, and raised the revolver himself.
"Put on Sealed Artifact, let's go meet this 'Mr. C'."
The flesh and blood he placed on the other two people can no longer be sensed!
Mr. C frowned with elegant lines and looked up at the statue of Creator. Even through the curtain, he could feel the Lord's gaze.
But what about the other two? What is their situation now?
In order to prevent being defeated by Enmat Harbor's official Beyonder, he has placed part of the flesh and blood taken from his own body on West Borough's sugar factory and Duran Borough's clinic director.
Even if they are several kilometers away, this can allow Mr. C to vaguely sense the opponent's status, whether alive or dead.
But just a few minutes ago, two pieces of his own flesh and blood lost contact with him after sensing a burst of extreme cold and gradually spreading fatigue.
This means that the opponent has either removed the attachment of flesh and blood through some means, or is already dead.
Did they accidentally expose themselves in the city? Or did the official Beyonder take action in advance?
My injury has not yet healed. If I had known that this would happen, I should not have been picky about food and asked them to bring two slaves over...
Thinking of this, Mr. C no longer hesitated. He took off the hood of his black robe, revealing his covered, handsome but neutral face. If he hadn't had short yellow hair less than an inch long, it would have been easy for someone to mistake him for a woman.
This handsome face was Distortion at this time, opening its mouth to vomit out a dark red, squirming blood clot. Before it could escape from him, Mr. C picked it up, crushed the dark red blood clot in his palms like kneading mud, walked a few steps, and approached the cross covered by the curtain.
He stretched out his clean hand and pulled up the curtain. The top of the curtain slid down, revealing the top of the cross, followed by the legs and body tied to the cross by iron chains.
As the entire curtain was lifted, a naked male giant, who was tied upside down by chains on a cross, was revealed. The giant was about three meters tall, had a unique, vertical single eye, and had a lot of dried blood on his body.
This turned out to be a lifelike statue!
Mr. C approached the cross holding the hand of flesh and blood, and was about to praise the Lord he believed in loudly.
Suddenly there was a shout from behind that was higher than his and even more hoarse.
"Ah——"
"Ah——"
Rupert Norman opened his mouth wide, and squeezed out a trembling shout from his throat. His not-so-handsome face was now completely Distortion, and it was no longer human-like. The eye sockets were opened to the maximum, and the corners of the eyes seemed to be torn apart, and blood and tears were shed from his glaring eyes.
Regardless of being attracted by the shouting, Mr. C looked toward the door. Angel pressed Rupert Distortion's head and forced his eyes away from the cross statue.
They all underestimated the impact of Sealed Artifact "2-031" on users!
According to the instructions for use of "Hand of Declaration", before snapping your fingers to activate Beyonder Ability of Sealed Artifact, its impact is only to make the user become overconfident, and may make some reckless and unthinking actions. When facing an opponent that they cannot defeat, they will be more fearless to step forward to challenge.
However, Rupert directly turned on Spirit Vision in a place where the danger was not yet clear, which still exceeded the expectations of Angel and Clement.
When Angel observed the dim cellar through Dark Vision and found that Mr. C was pulling down the curtain to reveal a strange statue, Rupert's confident whisper sounded behind her ears.
"Hmph, it's a little trick of the cult. Let me open Spirit Vision and have a look."
As he spoke, he held a gun in one hand and touched the corner of his eye with "2-031" on the other hand.
Wait... it's too dangerous!
Whether it is the internal information of the official Beyonder, or the knowledge taught by secret inheritance that is spread among the people, opening Spirit Vision at will in an unknown and strange place is one of the riskiest behaviors.
Before Angel had time to stop it, Rupert, who had activated Spirit Vision through a specific action, had already moved his gaze to Mr. C, to the cross with a naked man hanging upside down.
Instantly, his eyes widened, the corners of his eyes opened, and his bloodshot eyeballs protruded, as if he had seen hell and the abyss.
Attracted by Rupert's voice that resounded throughout the cellar, Mr. C suddenly turned back and looked at the door.
"Bang——"
In the darkness, there was a gunshot, and a flower of blood appeared on Mr. C's shoulder. He shrugged indifferently, as if what was hit on him was just a ball of cotton, and the blood that poured out was someone else's.
But just taking a beating without fighting back is not his style.
He waved his hands, and the air surged under his black robe, blowing out all the candles around him in an instant.
The cellar suddenly fell into darkness.
"Tsk."
Clement lowered his gun and searched the dark cellar. As "Sleepless" Pathway, Beyonder also had a certain degree of vision in the dark, but he could not see his fingers in the cellar without the light source. Let alone finding Mr. C, he could barely see his teammates around him.
As for opening Spirit Vision? The Rupert next to him is the end.
"Can you see it?"
He asked Angel in a low voice.
The latter had already pushed Rupert, who was trembling all over and on the verge of losing control, face down to the ground. When she heard Clement ask, she looked around the entire cellar through Dark Vision, but found nothing except bloodstains and Flesh Chunk all over the floor.
"After he put out the candle, he disappeared. He may have used some kind of Beyonder Ability."
Seeing that the enemy could not be detected with the naked eye, Angel took out his secondary weapon and another revolver with a slightly smaller caliber but six rounds of bullets. He fired directly into the open space. After knocking out the first Demon Hunter Bullet, he aimed at the center of the cellar and fired the only shot in the magazine, "Phantom Phosphor Eruption."
The bullet hit the ground and exploded into an area that shimmered with phosphorescence. Although it could not cover the entire cellar, on the side near the entrance, the originally dark floor and ceiling had become visible again. The flesh and blood fragments of different sizes on the ground were also covered in phosphorescence, and their outlines showed a vague light yellow color.
In the yellow halo scattered all over the ground, a small, fast-moving shadow appeared extremely conspicuous.
"There!"
Angel didn't need to remind him, Clement had already raised his gun again, and the two fired several shots at the rapidly approaching shadow.
"Bang bang——"
The bullet hit the shadow, gravel flew, and several craters were made on the ground, but the shadow itself was not affected at all, just like a real shadow.
In an instant, the shadow came to the feet of Clement, who was standing at the front.
As if changing from two dimensions to three dimensions, the shadow rose from the ground with agitation. Clement only had time to take half a step back when a slender, smooth arm stretched out from the shadow, with five fingers forming claws, pressing towards his face.
It's Mr. C!