Gilan strode away from the villa.
After passing through the Victory Manor, we arrived at the quiet streets outside.
A gentle breeze stirred, and the shadows of the dove trees swayed and danced in the dim light of the streetlights. The only sound was Gilan's own footsteps.
Sizzle.
Suddenly, he stopped.
I looked up.
Two tall figures were walking towards us from the front.
These were two men wearing wide-brimmed hats and black turtlenecks with white overcoats. Their faces were in shadow and indistinct, and their hands, hanging at their sides, were covered with black leather gloves.
Gilan narrowed her eyes and glanced back.
Two other men dressed similarly in trench coats walked over and blocked his way out.
'Four masters...'
Gilan remained expressionless, silently muttering to herself.
"You..." he began.
Ding!!
But before he could even utter a sound, the two men in front of him attacked without a word.
They moved incredibly fast, their trench coats fluttering in the wind.
In the blink of an eye, they were right in front of each other, and at the same time, they threw a punch.
Whoosh!
Gilan sidestepped, dodging the two fists that came at him sideways.
A murderous glint flashed in his eyes.
With a flick of his hand, a bronze staff was gripped tightly by his five fingers.
Ugh!!
The heavy cane, like a sharp sword, was swung upwards with a backhand motion.
The man in the trench coat in front of him tried to raise his arm to block, but the staff followed a mysterious trajectory, striking his forearm and thigh twice in succession.
Bang! Bang!
After being struck twice with a cane, the man in the trench coat did not immediately feel the pain, but just as he was about to retaliate, he found that he had lost control of the left side of his body.
His entire body lost its balance and he fell into Gilan's arms.
Snap!
With a cold expression, Gilan reached out and tossed the man's head behind him.
At the same time, he kicked out—
BOOM!!
The man in the trench coat took a solid " Skull-Melting- Bone Crusher " blow, his sternum shattered and his internal organs crushed. He crashed into his companion like a broken sack.
The latter caught him, but was pushed backward by the immense force.
As soon as he let go, his companion went limp and collapsed to the ground, motionless.
"Exceeding limits..." A hoarse, angry voice came from under the brim of his hat.
Gilan's eyes flickered when she heard the whisper.
'Beyond limits? Surpassing the limits of the human body, surpassing even the masters?'
He thought to himself, then gripped his staff and swung it.
Whoosh!
The shadow of the bluish-gray staff, like an open folding fan, swept across seven afterimages resembling "fan ribs."
However, the two who were prepared dodged most of the blows. One of them was hit twice in the chest, but only groaned and was otherwise unharmed.
"Be careful of his strange staff techniques; as long as his limbs aren't touched, you'll be fine."
The man who was being beaten solemnly warned his companions.
Gilan watched coldly.
It seems the other party has already noticed something amiss.
Indeed, the " Bloodletting " sword technique is, after all, a sword art; it requires slashing and cutting open wounds to Bloodletting in order to truly unleash its mysterious effects.
The cane, as a blunt weapon, strikes the target's arms corresponding to the "Gemini area" and legs corresponding to the "Pisces area" with a mysterious trajectory. At most, it only obstructs blood flow and temporarily causes the target to lose control of their limbs.
If it doesn't hit precisely, its destructive power is less than that of a normal swing.
call out!!
Crack!
The two men in trench coats each used their secret techniques. One used his fingers to make a knife and slashed at Gilan's neck, while the other turned and kicked out with a whip kick to Gilan's head.
A strong wind brushed against my face, and a murderous intent was palpable.
At the same time, I heard a slight noise behind my head.
Gilan knew without turning his head that someone was attacking him from behind, simultaneously cutting off his retreat.
"Die!"
His face contorted in a grimace, and he tilted his head, narrowly avoiding the hand strike.
At the same time, his right arm bulged out, and he swung the cane.
BOOM!!
The staff seemed to fall from the sky, striking the trench coat-wearing man squarely in the neck as his karate chop missed. The terrifying force slammed him down, forcing him to kneel on one knee.
But Gilan had already taken a step back to the right the instant he swung his bat.
The attacker from behind missed again, but the whip kick in front of him flashed past, suddenly changing direction from a kick to a stomp, striking Gilan directly in the chest.
BOOM!!
Gilan's facial features were tense, and the veins on her forehead were bulging.
He withstood the attack head-on, his body shifting several meters sideways before crashing into the iron fence surrounding the manor.
"Ha..." Gilan looked up, her messy blond hair flying.
He exhaled the breath he had been holding and grinned, saying:
"You piece of trash, can't you use a little force?"
"?!"
The man in the trench coat, skilled in leg techniques, was taken aback, feeling a sense of disbelief.
If Gilan hadn't fought inside the manor villa and expended some of his energy, he would never have been kicked like that.
Fortunately, the fourth stage of the Body Tempering Technique, " Black Bile," had comprehensively strengthened his physique, making him extremely resilient to blows. Even after being struck by the opponent's secret technique, he only suffered minor injuries.
On the other hand, of the four men in trench coats, one was dead and one was injured.
The two people standing there exchanged a glance and tacitly removed their gloves.
Swish!
They raised their arms simultaneously, one to the left and one to the right, palms facing Gilan.
"Hmm?" Gilan frowned.
In the dim light of the streetlamp, he saw a crack appear in the palms of the two men in trench coats, from which a slippery golden tentacle emerged.
One person's tentacles curled up, forming a vertical oval shape. The other person's tentacles stretched straight across, inserting into the vertical oval in their companion's palm.
At this moment, the mark pointing to the Second Era-God's " Mother of Fertility " took effect, emitting a dazzling golden light.
Gilan's expression faltered.
His many desires were amplified, presenting an unstoppable trend.
Of these, killing was the worst!
"Kill!!" Gilan's eyes were bloodshot, and his expression was ferocious and terrifying.
He instantly entered a state of " Bloodbath," his hair turning scarlet.
He pushed off backward with his feet, and with a clang, bent the iron fence, which was as thick as a baby's arm. Using the momentum, he sprinted forward and was in front of the two men in trench coats in the blink of an eye.
The two men were startled.
They seemed equally puzzled as to why the targets illuminated by the " Mother of Fertility Old Mark " did not reveal their ugly side, but instead showed even greater fighting spirit.
Gilan turned his cane around, using the head as a hammer, and slammed it down.
puff!!
A man in a trench coat had just raised his hand to block when his arm was broken by the cane, and Gilan kicked him away. The man flew through the air across the street and crashed onto the steps, splattering blood.
Bang bang bang!
The other person closed his five fingers, retracted his golden tentacles, and threw several punches at Gilan with both hands. With a muffled thud, Gilan deflected each punch with a single hand.
He grinned widely, his eyes filled with savagery.
His right arm swung horizontally.
Snap!!
The cane, like a demolition hammer, smashed the man in the trench coat's cheek to pieces on the spot.
Its head tilted to the side, and its entire body moved several meters sideways in mid-air before rolling on the ground.
"Die! Die!!"
Gilan strode forward and finished them off one by one.
The heavy stick struck, brutally shattering the skulls of several people.
Not long after.
He stood alone, holding a blood-stained cane, his back hunched, exhaling white breath, his expression ferocious.
Boom...
Suddenly, thunder roared overhead.
He looked up and saw that the rain was pouring down.
"Get out!" Gilan roared at the sky. "Don't let it rain for me!"
However, the torrential rain remained unmoved, continuing to pour down, accompanied by lightning and thunder.
Gilan suppressed his murderous intent and his increasingly frenzied consciousness, his knuckles turning white as he gripped his cane.
He knew he was affected by the golden mark, which caused his mental state to deteriorate further.
"Calm!"
"Calm."
"Calm..."
Gilan kept Whisperer, reminding herself not to let her emotions control her.
As the " Bloodbath " state gradually faded, the hair turned from red to gold.
He took a deep breath, his face cold, and walked to one of the corpses, trying to touch it, but there was no response.
" Iridescence " cannot Corruption.
Seeing this, Gilan simply grabbed the corpse's arm and opened its palm.
He pried open the crack in the other person's palm, stretched out his fingers, dug, and tore.
With a hiss!
It actually ripped the slippery golden tentacles off by the roots, leaving behind some blood spots and white thread-like blood vessels at the ends.
The tentacle in Gilan's palm was even twitching slightly, as if it possessed life. Iridescence entry appeared above it:
" Golden Threads. A unique and mysterious substance within the esoteric Buddhist ' Dawn Golden Bough,' nurtured from the ' Gold Seed ' within the body of the ' Budbearer.' Implanted into the body, it feeds on the host's sexual fluids to maintain its activity."
" Golden Threads are often born in pairs and need to be implanted into two people's bodies simultaneously. When used together, they can create the ' Mother of Fertility Old Mark '."
"The ' Mother of Fertility Old Mark ' has the effect of amplifying the inner desires of the target."
Gilan stared indifferently at the object in her palm.
Although he wouldn't use it, it was clearly a mysterious object and must have some value. So he simply gathered the four corpses together, then pulled out the " Golden Threads " from their palms one by one and stored them all in his dimensional space.
Then, with one arm holding both legs, he dragged the four corpses back into the manor villa and threw them all into the hall.
After doing all that, turn around and leave.
His figure disappeared into the rain.
Regardless of their identities, these four individuals are absolutely connected to " Dawn Golden Bough." The corpses in the villa's hall are all members of the " Heavenly Bane Cult."
By throwing their bodies together, one might mislead people into thinking it was a fight between two esoteric sects, thus confusing the public.
Perhaps not.
But Gilan didn't care.
He just did it on a whim.
Anyway, the White Sage had already said beforehand that as long as he was confident, he could kill someone, and " Midnight Rose " would clean up his mess.
"Yes, I'm just a high-ranking Prohibition Agent who happened to stumble upon a battle between members of the Old God Cult while apprehending criminals."
Gilan walked through the rain, laughing wildly.
"I was scared, so I ran away, which is perfectly reasonable."
As for those guests who escaped, let alone seeking revenge, they're probably terrified by now. After all, they were all members of the Old God Cult, and now that they've all been exposed, they'd be more afraid than anyone else.
Perhaps they're preparing to flee overnight...