Corruption

The Gate of Otherworlds emitted light, engulfing Sulu's figure.

Parker, the glamorous woman, and the others wore expressions of surprise and delight. "It's usable now?"

They rushed towards the Gate of Otherworlds, wanting to break in before the powerful figure arrived.

Unfortunately, Sulu had previously used the guise of research and adjustments to get closest to the Gate of Otherworlds.

Even the closest one among them was several meters away from the Gate of Otherworlds, in order to avoid being affected by the light from the previous experiment.

But the distance that a mere professional could cover in the blink of an eye has somehow become an insurmountable chasm!

They remained frozen in their attacking postures, like statues, or like tiny insects encased in amber.

"The [Phantom Master] of the Ancient Serpent Society?"

A cold voice rang out, and on a certain patch of ground, a hidden shadow involuntarily emerged, transforming into the appearance of a pale-faced professional.

"Take away!"

"Take them all away and interrogate them thoroughly!"

A hand pressed against the Gate of Otherworlds: "And these Evil God's artifacts also need to be destroyed... It's a pity... One escaped before, but whether it lives or dies depends on probability."

Outside the market.

A temporary campsite had been set up in the open field.

The main force consisted of agents from the Bureau 11 and members of the Goddess Church, who set up temporary 'interrogation rooms' to question those who tried to bluff their way out.

"Line up, one at a time!"

People who emerged from the Mystery Market were called one by one to a designated area, where they stared in fear at the crystal ball before them.

Whenever the crystal ball changes color, especially when it turns black and red, they are immediately subdued and subjected to deeper interrogation.

Those who pass this stage of the investigation are not necessarily completely innocent; they still need to pass several subsequent tests.

Basically, those who have a bloody history on their hands, especially those related to the Church of the Goddess of Light and the Bureau 11, will find it difficult to conceal their involvement when their aura is detected by the crystal ball.

"I didn't... I didn't kill that priest, I swear!"

Inside an interrogation room, a professional was dragged out, wearing specially made shackles, shouting as he went.

"In the name of the Goddess and Federation law..."

"I sentence you... to be burned at the stake, to be carried out immediately!"

An Archbishop calmly watched this scene, then ordered the priests to tie him to the stake and light the flames.

"Finally... this C-level villain..."

Beside him, a priest, with tears in his eyes, said, "What a pity... this kind of event will only happen once."

If it weren't for the combined strength of the Federation and the Church, which mobilized multiple fifth-tier legendary figures and a large number of terrifying Curio, they would not have been able to accomplish this.

After all, even though the Federation is strong, it cannot control everything.

To start a war rashly would only result in chaos in every region.

"The Goddess tells us to wait... the Dawn of Gods has only just begun..."

The Archbishop spoke meaningfully, his gaze calm as he looked into the distance.

"Anfei... we're finally out."

In the distance, the few ordinary people who had rashly entered the Mystery Market were finally released after undergoing a painful interrogation.

A boy wiped the cold sweat from his forehead. "This mysterious world is really dangerous. I almost thought we were going to die in there... Anfei, you'd better not rush into it."

"This..."

Anfei hesitated for a moment.

Although she understood that becoming a professional was an opportunity to change her destiny, given the Federation's current attitude, the restrictions on wild superhumans would definitely be very heavy.

"Look!"

Just as she was pondering, her companion suddenly tugged at her collar. "Watch out!"

A burly man with a bruised and swollen face, looking like a bear, was released from the interrogation room in front.

But he felt no joy whatsoever; his eyes were filled with endless pain as he gazed in the direction of the secret realm. "Why... why... why did things turn out this way?"

"This person... is terrifying! Judging from the interrogation room he came out of, he's definitely a professional!"

Anfei lowered her voice.

The ordinary people were interrogated in makeshift tents, while the professionals were in specially made cells. The cells were made of stone and had a metallic sheen, with iridescent runes on the surface, exuding a chilling aura that made them look extraordinary.

Why is he sad? Wasn't he released?

Anfei's companion whispered curiously.

"I don't know, he might be mentally unstable. Let's not mess with him, let's get out of here quickly..."

Anfei whispered, then grabbed her companion and fled into the distance as if their lives depended on it.

"Why?"

Rhode' eyes held a deep pain.

Although he had been overthrown and arrested before, he had no blood on his hands from the Church of Light or the Bureau 11, and he was also half a member of the Church himself. After being interrogated and given a warning, he was released.

But Rhode was deeply saddened; although he hadn't experienced the end, he already knew the outcome.

The powerful figures of darkness who gathered in the Mystery Market were almost all wiped out.

Although Sulu wasn't among them, he passed through the Gate of Otherworlds, which is at best similar to ' Banishment '!

This truly broke his heart.

"Hehe..."

Just then, he suddenly covered his neck and made a hoarse sound.

The path of the Witch Hunter requires constant battles against the Abyssal Whisper, especially when feeling down or suffering a major blow!

At that moment, it seemed as if countless whispers and frantic roars echoed in Rhode ' ears.

Before his eyes, it seemed as if a sea of blood had appeared.

He heard his brother Sulu fall into the Abyss and scream before his death.

No... no...

His eyes turned pitch black, but within them, a faint crimson light appeared.

This is 'degeneration'!

Falling from the [Witch Hunter] path is exceptionally easy; it directly transforms the [Fallen] into a class of the same tier!

In other words, he is transforming into a [Horned Demon]!

"No... this can't be done..."

Rhode forcefully suppressed his emotions, staring at his own hands.

He felt a powerful energy writhing beneath his skin, trying to break through his pores and transform into a hard, black stratum corneum.

His head was throbbing with pain, as if it had been cleaved open by an axe, about to split open and reveal two black goat horns!

"At least... not here!"

Rhode forced himself to stay conscious and left quickly.

If he were to transform in this area, his fallen Demon aura would surely be detected by the [Witch Hunter] of the Goddess Church. At that point, no matter what merits he had previously accumulated, he would not escape being burned at the stake... and the stake itself would be readily available!

He took a deep breath, moved quickly, and gradually moved away.

"No... I cannot transform... I cannot fall..."

At the same time, he was also rapidly suppressing his tendency toward decadence.

Finally, exhausted, his vision blurred with blood, he collapsed on the road.

The last thing I could see was a group of frightened young people, two men and two women, who seemed to have just been released from the Mystery Market...