Douluo: A Century-old Legend I Am the Second Uncle Chenxin

Chapter 1856 Crimson Embrace
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The victory of the Douhun City faction in the three districts of Huagai, Huading, and Huaguang was like a boulder thrown into a deep pool, the ripples of which have already spread to the more secluded underground world of Tiandou City.

That enormous "cake" that was within easy reach attracted the covetous eyes of countless forces, their greedy gazes gleaming in the darkness.

At least, the plant magicians of the Plant Guild's Tian Dou branch quietly gathered, and the war department and assassin department of the Xuan Ye Pavilion's Tian Dou branch also sharpened their blades, with undercurrents surging beneath the seemingly calm surface.

Tiandou City
The Northeast and Northwest regions are home to government offices, manors, estates, and business establishments of noble families, powerful clans, and top-tier forces.

The Southeast and Southwest regions, much like Chang'an City, have East and West Markets, a melting pot of all sorts of people, a paradise for the lowest classes, and the true core of the underground city, especially the Southeast region, where spiderweb-like passages connect countless shadowy lairs.

Including the first day when the situation was unclear.

Four days!

The disappearance of Qinghuang Sword Master of the Qinghuang Lin family has been a suffocating four days!
For the past three days, the massive waves stirred up by official forces have surged underground from the large entrances of the old temple in the east of the city, the abandoned waterways, and the black market passageways.

Iron hooves and flashing blades awakened an ancient nightmare slumbering deep underground.

In order to search for the Sword Lord and to suppress the ensuing chaos, various forces (including the official city guards, the elite of the Three Emotions Bureau, and the private soldiers of aristocratic families and sects) have deployed tens of thousands of Soul Masters to fight endlessly on this battlefield where the sun never shines.

The bloody meat grinder was already roaring.

In the Southeast region, the brutal remnants of the Money Worship Cult, the Spirit Cult, and the Bloodlust Cult, like hyenas smelling carrion, launched a frenzied counterattack; in the Southwest region, the followers of the Dark Tree People who worship distorted nature and the Sand Mother Cult who worship the Mother of the Sand Sea also bared their fangs.

The five major cults and their affiliated underground forces fought a bloody battle with the official crackdown forces.

Some are determined to defend their hard-won territory, some are trying to take advantage of the situation to reshuffle the deck and seize greater benefits, some are simply fishing in troubled waters, and there are even people from the Heavenly Battle stronghold of the Crimson Church's Black Nether Legion.

Military Headquarters: The Anxious Command Center

The atmosphere in the underground command center of the Imperial Army was as heavy as lead.

The guards hurried along, delivering blood-stained battle reports in a continuous stream, each one carrying the scent of gunpowder and death from the underworld:

"Report! The Internal Security Team C was ambushed by a cult at the 'Corridor of Rotting Bones,' suffering over 30% casualties, including the death of a centurion!"

"Urgent report! The Seventh Battalion of the City Guard has encountered a massive landslide in the 'Rusty Iron Canyon' area. The main force has been separated, and the two flanks are being besieged by Dark Treemen, suffering heavy casualties. Reinforcements are urgently needed!"

"The Mithril Brotherhood leader, Sauron, escaped with serious injuries during the manhunt and is hiding in the southwestern 'Zichao' region. His followers are still putting up a stubborn resistance!"

"Report on the transfer and export of supplies No. 3! The cult has incited a large number of rioters to storm the blockade line, intending to create chaos to support their accomplices inside. The defense is under immense pressure!" "Bang!" With a loud bang, the hardwood tabletop was smashed by Golaihao's fist, causing cracks to scatter everywhere!
The Imperial Marshal, known for his fierce and ruthless nature, had his hair and beard bristling, his eyes bloodshot, and his roar made the small flags on the sand table tremble: "Your Highness! These rats in the gutter! I request permission to immediately deploy the Imperial Capital Garrison Legion! Plow through the entire underground city! I will personally crush every bone in their bodies!"

"Old Ge! Calm down!" Zuo Tinggang, the military advisor (similar to the chief of staff), quickly stepped forward to restrain his furious colleague. He pointed to the intricate, narrow, and twisted network of underground structures on the sand table. "Look at this 'network'! The garrison legions, the Royal Knights, the Flying God Guards... these heavily armed army groups will be sitting ducks! Their forces won't be able to maneuver effectively and will instead be trapped in a desperate situation of fighting their own battles, resulting in incalculable losses!"

"The only viable strategy now is to rely on the city guards to maintain order, the elite forces of the Three Intelligence Bureau for intelligence gathering and special operations, and the private soldiers of aristocratic families and sects who are familiar with the terrain for regional clearing!"

Three days ago, the Lin family stormed the Bone Arena but only found a broken jade pendant... Now everyone's focus is on 'Black Tongue', there are too few clues.

Just then, a messenger from the Xuan Niao Division rushed in, presenting the latest secret report: "Urgent report from the Xuan Niao Division! After cross-referencing multiple clues and combining them with the special trace analysis provided by 'Shadow Fang,' we have identified the group that subdued and abducted the Azure Bamboo Sword Lord as highly likely to be the 'Crimson Embrace' cult!"

Golaihao loosened his clenched fist slightly, exhaling a hot breath, his eyes flashing even brighter: "'Crimson Embrace'... the Bloodlust Cult's most insane dagger! We've finally caught these beasts by the tail!"

Seated at the head of the table, Prince Xue Jiqing of the Empire, who had been silently watching the sand table, finally spoke, his voice as cold as an icy abyss: "Order the Chief of the Xuan Niao Division, Yu Yuancheng: From this moment on, concentrate all the forces of 'Night Owl' (assassination) and 'Shadow Fang' (tracking), at all costs, to quickly locate the core lair of 'Crimson Embrace' and the whereabouts of all high-ranking priests! Dig three feet into the ground, but find Qinghuang!"

"Notify the Inner Guard's 'Embroidered Spring Blade' and 'Flying Feather Robe' and the Military Intelligence Bureau's 'Flying Guillotine' to cast a wide net and continue searching for 'Black Tongue'. If we can't find him in three days, that old bastard will have caught a whiff of something important and is hiding. He must be holding onto something important and doesn't dare to show his face. He's trying not to offend either side."

The power of the authorities is by no means merely for show.

Beside a massive fissure churning with the scorching stench of sulfur deep underground, a colossal circular altar, constructed from countless pale skeletons (human, animal, and even the remains of unknown creatures), exudes a nauseatingly malevolent aura.

The elite "Night Owl" task force of the Black Bird Division silently infiltrated this place.

They kicked open a heavy, eerie stone door, covered with strange, writhing flesh reliefs.

The scene inside the door was enough to instantly break the minds of those with weak wills!
In the flickering firelight, dozens of "Crimson Embrace" cultists, clad in dark red tattered robes, were chanting blasphemous prayers around a pool of boiling, viscous black blood that reeked of rust and decay.

They are the most loyal servants of the "Lord of Corruption," regarding the bloody curse as the supreme divine decree.

In their twisted and insane doctrinal texts, the missing Qinghuang Sword Master, that sword venerable with a temperament as lofty and resilient as green bamboo, is described as the perfect vessel to "receive the divinity of corrupt blood and descend to the mortal world to cleanse the filthy world"!

"For the chosen ones! Sacrifice! Use your flesh and blood to pave the bloody path for our Lord's descent!" In the center of the altar, a priest with a sinister and terrifying aura, who had reached the level of a Soul Douluo, raised a pale bone staff inlaid with several turbid eyeballs and let out a hoarse roar.

The fanatics around him had no fear in their bloodshot eyes, only the extreme fervor of their devotion!
The Night Owl's elite raids were as swift as lightning!

The sharp blade pierced the air, its cold light flashing.

(End of this chapter)