Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Inside the third carriage, a gunman suddenly screamed.

The car body exploded.

Brian lunged out from inside.

His body was still humanoid, but his right arm had torn and swelled into a fleshy limb covered with black scabs, and his five fingers had turned into bone blades, easily severing the iron chains binding him.

He landed on the roof of the car, his face still bearing the expression of a terrified ordinary person.

But there was no trace of fear in his eyes.

"The patient will guard the door for it."

Brian grinned and repeated the code.

Kusso raised his gun.

Brian, however, leaped forward first, heading straight for the wooden box containing the sacred relics.

Xilun stomped his foot.

The water on the ground suddenly burst open.

His figure pierced through the fog and instantly blocked Brian's path.

The short blade is drawn.

The cold light clashed violently with the black scab bone blade.

clang!

The ear-piercing sound made the eardrums of those around them ache.

Brian's skin cracked little by little, revealing the grayish-black fascia underneath.

He looked at Xilen, who was so close to him, and his smile twisted.

"The mother nest is waiting for you down below."

Xilun's eyes remained unchanged.

He pressed his left hand against Brian's chest, and the cold breath from his palm and the internal vibration of the Great Thunderclap erupted simultaneously.

boom!

Brian was sent flying backward, crashing through the stone steps outside the clock tower.

At that moment, the doctor in the black robe raised his hand.

All believers retreated simultaneously.

An even more intense writhing sound came from beneath the clock tower.

It looked like countless wet, slippery hands were patting behind the stone wall.

Xilun glanced back at the wooden crate.

The black liquid is still seeping out.

The sacred relics are being drawn by underground sources of pollution and are awakening.

Behind him were the goods and his men.

Ahead are the clock tower, the Black Death cult, and the unknown Mother Nest.

Further away, the second group of armed insurgents remained hidden in the fog, not making a move.

Albert is watching.

The Black Death Cult is waiting.

The night in the southern district is like a net that is tightening ever tighter.

Xilun slowly gripped the short blade, and with his other hand, he took out the Soul-Suppressing Nail from his bosom.

Since everyone wants to see his worth.

Let them see it clearly.

……

The moment the Soul-Suppressing Nail was in hand, the black liquid in the wooden box suddenly stopped for a moment.

It was like some hungry creature that had caught a sharper scent.

Xilun did not rush to make a move.

He stood in front of the carriage, his short blade hanging low, the Soul-Suppressing Nail held between two fingers, rainwater flowing down his sleeves and dripping onto the bluestone ground, splashing up tiny droplets.

The creaking sound coming from the clock tower grew closer and closer.

The doctor in the black robe stood on the steps, his eyes gleaming slightly behind his mask.

"Golden Knight, can you hear me?"

His voice trembled with an almost pious intensity.

"It's welcoming you."

Xilun looked up.

"You always like to describe slaughter in such a respectable way?"

The doctor in the black robe paused for a moment, then laughed.

"Crude, but accurate."

He spread his hands, and the sleeves of his black robe slipped down, revealing a dense array of black spots underneath.

Those are not ordinary medical scars.

Each dark spot resembled a closed eye, gently pulsating with his breath.

"People die every day in the South District—in sewage, in hospital beds, in the depths of alleys unseen by the nobility. We simply turn these meaningless deaths into valuable material."

Kusso spat.

"Using human lives as medicine, and then talking about it like it's saving lives."

The doctor in the black robe glanced at him sideways.

"Aren't you the same with your Northern Brotherhood? Guns, knives, protection money, blood debts. The only difference is that you don't wear white robes when you kill."

Kusso's face darkened, and he was about to retort.

Xilun raised his hand.

Kusso immediately shut up, his gun still pointing steadily forward.

Xiren stared at the doctor in the black robe.

"Where is Gray?"

The doctor in the black robe's smile faded slightly.

"You still care about a dead person?"

"Where is the body?"

"underground."

The doctor in the black robe said slowly, "He was a man of good will. Even when his chest was opened, he managed to bite off his own tongue to avoid revealing the second group's code. Unfortunately, his blood was more honest than his mouth."

Deep within the fog, the secret agents of the armed insurgent party remained silent.

But Xilun could sense that those few breaths were noticeably disordered for a moment.

well.

At least someone heard that.

The doctor in the black robe didn't seem to care about the audience in the shadows.

He cares more about Xilun.

More accurately, it was the wooden box behind Siren.

Boom!

A muffled thud suddenly came from inside the clock tower.

From the darkness behind the stone gate, a swollen hand reached out.

The hand had six fingers, the joints of which were covered in sticky fluid, and a crack in the palm revealed fine teeth.

Then, the second, the third, the fourth...

More and more deformed lesions are emerging from inside the clock tower.

They were probably all people once.

Some were wearing hospital gowns, some were wearing dockworkers' short jackets, and some were even wearing cloth hats that only children would wear.

But now, their skin is stretched to the point of transparency, and black sacs bulge between their chest and abdomen, with what looks like swarms of insects swimming inside.

A gunman next to Kusso's Adam's apple bobbed.

It's not that I'm afraid of being shot.

It's disgusting.

Xilun didn't turn around; his voice was flat.

"First row, head up. Second row, legs up. Don't let them get too close to the carriage."

"yes!"

Kusso suddenly waved his hand.

Bang bang bang!

The firelight tore through the rain and mist.

A lead bullet struck the lesion in the skull, splashing up a blackish-red fluid.

Several lesions were knocked backward and fell, but more lesions crawled out from behind them, stepping on the limbs of their companions to continue forward.

The doctor in the black robe opened his arms.

"They are not afraid of death."

The water at Xilun's feet spread silently.

At this moment, the rainwater, sewage, and eaves water lines of the entire Fishbone Alley seemed to be pulled by invisible fingers, converging along the brick seams towards the clock tower.

"I don't need them to be afraid."

Xilun's five fingers were slightly spread.

The waterline suddenly taut.

laugh!

More than a dozen transparent water blades bounced up from the ground and slashed diagonally across the knee, the frontmost lesion.

The rotting limbs were broken off cleanly.

The lesion fell to the ground, still crawling forward with its hands, its cracked palms constantly snapping shut, making a teeth-grinding cracking sound.

Xilun took a step forward.

The Mysterious Yin Breathing Technique was quietly activated.

The chill spread along the waterline.

The first few patients suddenly stiffened, and a thin layer of frost formed on their skin from the mucus.

Kusso seized the opportunity and roared.

"beat!"

Gunfire erupted again.

The lesion was shattered, and purification powder was immediately sprinkled down, with black smoke hissing and rising.

The doctor's eyes shone even brighter behind his black-robed mask.

"Water, cold breath, spearmanship, physical strength... you are more suitable than the report suggests."

As he finished speaking, his voice even softened slightly.

"The nest will like you."

Xilun ignored him.

Because Brian got up again.

In the ruins of the stone steps, the corpse carrier's back arched little by little, his body seemed to be stretched open from the inside, and three vertical cracks appeared in his chest.

His scab-covered, fleshy arm dragged on the ground, the bone blade scraping against the stone surface with a sharp, piercing sound.

"Guard the gate."

Brian murmured softly.

"The patient will guard the door for it."

The next instant, he shot off, skimming the ground.

It's even faster than before.

As soon as Kusso turned his gun, Brian rushed to the side, his black scab-like bone blade sweeping across, intending to kill the gunman by the car first.

Xilun flicked his wrist.

The Soul-Suppressing Nail burst forth from the rain.

puff!

A black iron nail pierced Brian's shoulder.

Brian's body suddenly froze, as if nailed to mid-air by an invisible hammer, and the three vertical cracks in his chest emitted sharp, mournful cries at the same time.

Xilun followed closely behind.

He did not draw his sword.

Bring your right fist to your waist and breathe deeply into your chest and abdomen.

The Great Thunder Breathing Method.

The air seemed to be compressed in an instant.

Brian struggled to lift his head, his eyes bulging, but a smile still played on his lips.

"I'll be waiting for you here..."

boom!

The fist slammed into Brian's chest.

The muffled, thunderous shock penetrated into the skin, flesh, bones, and internal organs.

Brian's black slits burst open, spraying out large amounts of worm-like debris and putrid blood.

But just as the flesh and blood exploded, his abdomen suddenly split open, and a pale, tongue-shaped tube of flesh shot out, piercing straight into Xilun's throat.

too close.

Kusso and the others didn't even have time to warn them.

The tip of the flesh tube gleamed with a black, oily sheen; if the skin was broken, the contaminant would penetrate deep into the flesh.

Xilun did not back down.

The bone-forged iron armor taut silently within his body.

The skin, flesh, fascia, and bones are interlocked layer by layer, like an iron armor attached to flesh and blood.

puff!

The fleshy tube pierced the side of his neck.

It only pierced a shallow layer of skin.

The next moment, Xilun's neck muscles suddenly clenched, actually clamping down on the fleshy tube.

Brian's smile froze.

Xilun reached out with his left hand, grabbed the flesh tube, and poured his cold breath into his palm.

"It's your turn to go down."

Crack.

The meat tube is frozen.

With a burst of strength from his five fingers, Xilun ripped him out along with a clump of black flesh from Brian's abdominal cavity.

Brian's body convulsed violently.

A wisp of black smoke deep within the Soul-Suppressing Nail was twisted and screamed under the pressure.

Xilun pulled out the Soul-Suppressing Nail with a backhand and stabbed it down again.

This time, the needle was stuck between the eyebrows.

Brian's entire body went limp as if deflated, and the swollen, blackened arm withered rapidly, reverting to a shriveled, charred stump.

The surrounding gunmen felt their throats go dry.

If it had been any of them, their necks would have been pierced by that blow.

But the young master simply raised his hand and wiped away a little blood from the side of his neck.

He didn't even frown.

As soon as the blood droplet fell, the edges of Xilun's skin began to tighten.

After the second blood seal was perfected, his recovery speed was even faster than before.

Before that bit of pollution could penetrate, it was forcefully suppressed by the chill and vitality.

The doctor in the black robe finally stopped laughing.

He looked at Brian's body, his voice lowering.

"No wonder Balk died at your hands."

Xilun looked up.

In the rain, the doctor in the black robe took half a step back.

This half-step was very light.

But his judgment has already been exposed.

He's not a madman who's not afraid of death.

He just felt that he had a bigger advantage.

Xilun stomped his foot and suddenly lurched forward.

The short blade was sheathed.

The gun holster on his back popped open.

The golden spear fell into his palm.

The gun drew a deep golden line in the rainy night.

At that moment, the doctor in the black robe's expression changed drastically.

"Stop him!"

The lesions inside the clock tower were gushing out wildly.

Xilun gripped the gun with both hands, but his steps did not falter in the slightest.

Natan's heavy gun skills are superb.

The gun barrel pierced the rain, initially moving straight ahead before suddenly sinking down in a very short distance.

The first lesion was pierced through the skull.

The continuous force never stopped.

The spear tip pierced through the back of the head, then into the throat of the second infected body, and slammed into the third body along with the two rotting bodies.

boom!

All three lesions exploded simultaneously.

Using the momentum, Xilun spun around and swept the back of his spear, breaking off a bony arm that was lunging at him from the side.

The second shot.

The third shot.

The fourth shot.

Every shot was unpretentious, yet fast, accurate, and heavy.

Like iron cavalry pushing across the battlefield.

Kusso's eyelids twitched as he looked at it.

He knew that Siron was a skilled marksman.

But only tonight did I truly understand what strength really looks like.

That wasn't a street fight.

It's not a skill from the fighting ring either.

That's a killing formation.

"Extraordinary-level spearmanship!" The black-robed man's face showed fear, and his heart was greatly shocked!

Although I had expected it, it was still somewhat unbelievable when it actually happened.

With just himself and a gun, Xilun managed to push back the surge of disease pouring out of the clock tower entrance by half a meter.

The doctor in the black robe began to whisper urgently.

One by one, the black spots on his cuffs opened, revealing tiny eyeballs.

Suddenly, dozens of grayish-white fleshy tendrils emerged from the cracks in the ground, wrapping around Xilun's ankles from all directions.

With a flick of his spear, Xilun severed the spine of the lesion in front of him.

But he did not bow his head.

The water started moving first.

Under the influence of the natural water-dividing mechanism, the sewage on the ground suddenly parted to both sides, revealing slippery bluestone.

The fleshy tendrils, no longer sheltered by the sewage, were completely exposed to the rain.

Xilun touched the ground with his toes, took a half step back, and slammed his golden spear down.

boom!

Water splashes and pebbles exploded at the same time.

The flesh was shaken into a pulp.

At the same moment, an angry growl came from the ground beneath the clock tower.

The entire clock tower trembled slightly.

thump—

The dull tolling of the bell echoed without wind.

The wooden crate inside the carriage trembled violently, and a corner of the seal was corroded by black liquid, revealing the outline of a withered hand bone inside.

The black mark on Xilun's wrist suddenly became hot.

It feels like a needle is slowly drilling into your skin.

His eyes darkened slightly.

We can't delay any longer.

The doctor in the black robe seemed to sense that the sacred bone was about to respond to the underground mother nest, and his voice became excited again.

"Do you see? It doesn't belong to you; it belongs to the sick nest, to those who truly understand suffering!"

Xiren raised his left hand.

A short gun slid into his palm.

The doctor in the black robe immediately stepped aside.

boom!

A lead bullet grazed his mask and shattered the stone pillar behind him.

He was about to laugh when he realized that Xilun wasn't even aiming at him.

A lead bullet shattered an old copper lamp on a stone pillar.

The lamp oil spilled, and sparks fell.

At the same time, Xilun clenched his fist slightly.

Charge enrichment.

The subtle electrical currents in the humid air were forcibly drawn together, rapidly converging along the water vapor, iron railings, and fragments of copper lamps.

The doctor in the black robe felt a chill run down his spine.

The next instant, blue and white arcs of electricity leaped through the rain.

boom!

The lamp oil was lit, and the flame spread down the steps of the clock tower.

The sewage, soaked in the purification powder, was heated and steamed, and the white mist, carrying a pungent odor, poured back into the bell tower's entrance.

The lesions were burned by the flames and the purifying mist at the same time, emitting a series of distorted screams.

Amidst screams, Xilun stepped onto the fire.

The doctor in the black robe finally lost his composure.

He turned and retreated into the clock tower, his voice shrill.

"Close the door! Lock him out!"

The two heavy stone doors began to slowly close.

Xilun's eyes turned slightly cold.

The golden spear retreated.

The icy aura of Yin and the internal vibrations of the Great Thunderous Sound converged at the tip of the spear, and the dark red light spot gradually compressed.

Before the Crimson Star Spear could fully bloom, the surrounding raindrops were pushed away by an invisible force.

Deep within the fog, the secret agents of the armed insurgent party suddenly held their breath.

The gun is fired.

There was no roar.

Only a very thin, dark red line pierced through the rainy night.

The heavy stone door suddenly caved in at the center and then cracked open.

The cracks spread like a spider web.

boom!

The stone gate was blown to pieces.

The three large lesions behind the door were pierced by the remaining force, and at the same time, bowl-sized cavities appeared in their chests.

The doctor in the black robe was thrown to the ground by the blast wave, and his mask cracked open.

Xilun holstered his gun, his face slightly pale.

The costs for Red Star remain heavy.

But he didn't stop.

The bloodstains throbbed slowly deep within his chest, forcibly suppressing the surging exhaustion.