Beyonders

You don't even know who the Boss of our Savoie Gang is, and you have to ask me? Then you probably don't know that our Boss is the "Chief" of the Concealment organization "Iron and Blood Cross Order," and that we belong to an outer organization... Upon hearing the question, Lumian's mind flashed through many thoughts, and he put his right hand into his pocket.

He immediately came to three guesses:

First, some Concealment activities carried out by Gardner Boss Martin the Savoie Gang, such as having "Rat" Christo smuggle in a strange item, were discovered by certain individuals or forces who planned to investigate the Gang and uncover the mastermind behind it.

Second, some members of the Savoie Gang offended someone they shouldn't have, and that person came knocking on their door.

Third, after the Stinger Gang was destroyed, the Savoie Gang expanded rapidly, attracting the attention of certain forces and becoming a target.

In a flash, Lumian quickly ruled out the first two possibilities, because whether it was Concealment being discovered or someone offending someone, the person being asked "Who is the Savoie Gang Boss?" should not be him!

Normally, whoever does something Concealment will be the first to be "visited" by investigators. Similarly, whoever offends someone will inevitably be targeted by those who seek revenge or the leader who provides them with protection. Lumian has neither been truly involved in the Savoie Gang's Concealment activities nor has he recently stood up for any of his Subordinate.

More importantly, the guy on the other end directly asked about "the identity of the Savoie Gang Boss," not whether so-and-so belongs to your Savoie Gang or whether you did something on a certain day.

Based on this, Lumian strongly believes that a certain force or Someone has taken a liking to the Savoie Gang and intends to incorporate it.

Of course, it's also possible that a rival gang accidentally came into contact with a powerful figure and asked him for help in eliminating the Savoie Gang Boss.

In either case, their understanding of the Savoie Gang was very superficial; they didn't even know Gardner Martin's true identity. They simply inquired about the most famous Savoie Gang member recently before going to "visit" him.

"In other words, they are temporarily treating the Savoie Gang as a regional Gang with a small number of Beyonder. Obviously, it is impossible to send out real strongmen to deal with such Gang, nor can they afford to. If they can get someone of the Mid-Sequence, that would be considered a great deal of attention, and probably no more than Sequence 6..." In just a few breaths, Lumian made a rough judgment.

Seeing that he remained silent, did not immediately answer his question, and showed signs of drawing his weapon, the tall man with thick hair, dark Eyes, and wearing a wide-brimmed Brownish Yellow hat snorted coldly, his expression and eyes revealing a clear sense of danger.

Almost simultaneously, Lumian felt the surrounding darkness grow slightly heavier, pushing away the faint light from the distant streetlights and the Crimson Moonlight falling from the sky.

The darkness, like frost, slowly but steadily seeped into Lumian's skin, flesh, and bones, instilling in him an uncontrollable sense of fear.

Is that all the strength you've got? Lumian, who had experienced many big matches, scoffed inwardly.

He stared at the muscular man with graying hair, wearing Linen Shirt and Brown Jacket, and seemed somewhat startled, blurting out, "It's Gardner Martin! Gardner Martin, a member of the Savoie Chamber of Commerce!"

The man nodded in satisfaction and then asked, "Where does he usually live?"

What "Lion" Charles, what ruthless, vicious, and powerful Gang leader, is no different from any other Gang member!

Gang like them only bully those weaker than themselves and rely on the support of their gangs to fight with other Gang. Once they encounter truly powerful figures or simple Darkness Spells, their inner cowardice and weakness are exposed!

Lumian swallowed hard and said, "He lives... he lives at Number 11 Springwater Street."

At this point, Lumian seemed to suddenly awaken:

"Let me tell you, our Boss is a member of Concealment organization, and his strength is far more terrifying than you can imagine!"

A member of Concealment organization? The broad-shouldered man was taken aback for a moment, then smiled.

This is truly an unexpected bonus!

"Lion" Charles is even more cowardly than I thought, actually revealing such important information!

The man raised his chin even higher and chuckled in a low voice, "Did I ever tell you that I'm also a member of Concealment organization? A very ancient Concealment organization."

With those words, the oppressive darkness around them intensified.

Really? I didn't realize that... Lumian seriously considered whether to lure this guy and the forces behind him to the Boss, to see what would happen when the two Concealment organizations clashed, and to see if the "Iron and Blood Cross Order" might expose more secrets.

After a brief silence, Lumian seemed unable to bear the pressure of the darkness; his right hand, tucked into his pocket, and his arm trembled slightly.

"I don't know, I don't know, the Boss never told us the specific name!"

The man scrutinized Lumian for a few seconds, concluding that he shouldn't really know the details of that Concealment organization.

In regional Gang like this, the Boss is at most a member of a Concealment organization.

The man laughed, unable to hide his sinister expression.

"Then take me to Number 11 Springwater Street."

Before he finished speaking, he had already pounced on Lumian, moving so fast that he almost left a trail of afterimages.

Almost simultaneously, his fingernails snapped out, long and sharp, gleaming with a metallic sheen and reflecting a dark hue.

Lumian, whose deep black Eyes showed no fear of giving up his defense or frantically but slowly dodging, instead extended his right hand, which had been tucked into his pocket.

The hand held a fist-sized, blazing Blazing White Fireball, which it tossed toward its target as if giving a gift.

The Fireball... Blazing White... The man, whose face and the back of his hands had tufts of short gray hair, was moving too fast and was too close to turn around. He had only just had these two thoughts flash through his mind when he collided with the condensed Blazing White Fireball.

Boom!

With a low, suppressed explosion, the man's abdomen was blown open, leaving a bloody mess and emitting a distinct burnt smell.

After the other party asked who the Savoie Gang Boss was, Lumian put his right hand into his pocket, not to hold a weapon or defend against an attack, but to use the cover of his clothing to continuously create crimson Flames in his palm, condensing them layer by layer and compressing them to a minimum.

By the time the man launched his attack, the Flames in his palm had turned Blazing White, and the explosive power was no less than that of a "Giant Fireball," but even more concentrated, capable of burning through the skin.

If the enemy's speed hadn't exceeded Lumian's expectations, Blazing White Fireball hadn't hit its target immediately after being thrown without rising upwards, Lumian would have had a good chance of seeing the enemy's neck blown off on the spot.

With a deafening roar, the man was blasted away, and Lumian himself was also affected by the aftershock, staggering backward before falling and tumbling several times.

The two stood up at the same time. Lumian's shirt and vest had many burn and tear marks, and several patches of skin were injured.

He saw that the man had a huge, irregular wound on his abdomen, with Blood-Colored intestines spilling out and being pushed back in, the surface of which was torn and charred.

Despite the severity of his injuries, the man remained mobile. He pressed his abdomen to prevent his intestines and other internal organs from being thrown out, while letting out low growls that were a mixture of Pain, anger, and violence.

With a low growl, tufts of short gray fur sprouted from his body, making him resemble a giant wolf standing upright.

His ruptured intestines began to wriggle, as if trying to reconnect; his charred skin was slowly healing; and the huge gash in his abdomen was forcibly closed by a hand, with flesh and blood interacting little by little.

"Such powerful vitality..." Lumian exclaimed sincerely upon seeing this scene.

He felt that given enough time, the other person would definitely recover!

The other person's behavior and state reminded him of several passages recorded in Aurora's Witchcraft Notes:

"' Werewolf,' Sequence 7 of the ' Prisoner ' Pathway, are a type of ' Elder '. During a full moon or when they are in a state of near Loss of Control, they are controlled by a bloodlust and a desire to kill, and involuntarily transform into true Werewolf."

"They possess terrifying strength, agility, and speed, excellent self-healing abilities, and their claws and Teeth are strong, sharp, and inherently poisonous, equivalent to the weapons of Beyonder in the same Sequence, capable of destroying thin steel plates."

"They also know a few Darkness Spells that can turn normal humans into Monster -like Marionette with short lifespans."

"Werewolf are more commonly found in the Southern Continent, while in the Northern Continent they are always associated with various terrorist activities..."

He had unexpectedly encountered a "Werewolf" Beyonder... Lumian did not give the other party time to recover from his injuries. Crimson Fire Raven materialized behind him and circled towards his target.

The Werewolf didn't wait in place either. Clutching his stomach and pinching his wound, he approached Lumian in an arc at incredible speed.

Most of the Fire Raven with initial locking ability missed their targets, but a few changed direction slightly and landed on their targets one after another, making a continuous rumbling sound.

The Werewolf had several more wounds, all charred and Blood-Colored.

Relying on his powerful regenerative abilities, he disregarded his injuries and quickly closed the distance between himself and Lumian, intending to engage in close combat with this "Pyromaniac" skilled in magic, and tear him to pieces with his sharp, poisonous claws.

Unbeknownst to him, the darkness surrounding Lumian began to encroach upon him further, causing him to feel a certain chill in the summer night and affecting him somewhat.

In an instant, a layer of Crimson Flames erupted from his body, bringing a scorching warmth.

The next second, Lumian turned around and ran away, avoiding the attack of the "Werewolf's " claws.

This made the "Werewolf," whose mind was filled with bloodlust and a desire to kill, feel that the other party was afraid, that the target had used all his strength, and that he had little experience in similar battles.

He chased after him and caught up with Lumian in just a few steps.