Starting as dockworkers, they swept through Chongqing.

Inside the clock tower, darkness surged in like a tide.

Xilun stepped in.

Behind him, Kuso hissed, "Young Master!"

"Hold the car."

Xilun's voice came from the doorway.

"Kill anyone who gets close to the wooden crate."

Kusso gritted his teeth.

"Did you hear me? Guard the vehicle!"

The gunmen immediately surrounded the three trucks.

No one goes inside the clock tower anymore.

They knew that going in would only hold them back.

Deep in the rain and fog, two members of the armed insurgent party exchanged a glance, one of them turning pale.

"Is this really Tier 2?"

The other person lowered their voice, almost muttering in their sleep.

"Even a second-tier extreme realm expert... might not have this ability."

Inside the clock tower, the doctor in the black robe staggered to his feet.

A pale face was revealed behind the cracked mask.

He was no longer composed, nor did he show any pity.

He stared intently at Xilun as he stepped into the darkness, like a gambler driven to the brink of despair.

"You shouldn't have come in."

The tip of the Xilun Spear drooped, and water droplets rolled down its metal blade.

"You shouldn't have rung the bell in the South District either."

It's colder inside the clock tower than outside.

It wasn't the cold of the night rain.

It is the cold, dampness that lingers in the cracks of rocks, where flesh and blood have rotted and settled after years of darkness.

The wall still bears the remains of a holy image relief, the face of the god covered by black slime, with only half a broken hand still pointing upwards.

There is a hidden door on the ground leading to the underground.

Behind the hidden door is a sloping stone staircase leading downwards.

The doctor in the black robe retreated to the stone steps, his chest heaving violently.

"Do you know what's down there?"

Xilun glanced at the darkness behind him.

Wet sounds, panting sounds, and soft gnawing sounds.

There was also the heartbeat of some enormous creature.

One at a time.

Like a rotten pendulum buried underground.

Xilun gripped his golden spear tightly.

"You can speak."

The doctor in the black robe suddenly smiled.

"You want to extract information from me?"

"If you're willing to live and tell me, I'll listen."

"What if I don't say anything?"

Xilun raised the tip of his gun.

"Then let's find someone who can talk."

The smile on the doctor's face gradually disappeared.

He finally realized that the young man in front of him was not a reckless man who had barged in out of anger.

From the moment they entered the South District, the other party was watching, listening, and taking notes.

He used every trap as a tool for judgment.

He treated every corpse as a clue.

Even this conversation is part of the interrogation.

The doctor in the black robe slowly backed away.

"You can't win against the mother nest."

"All I need to do tonight is beat you."

Xilun moved.

The spear tip pierced the air.

The doctor in the black robe suddenly tore open his robe, revealing a baby-like face growing between his chest and abdomen.

The face had its eyes closed, but its mouth suddenly opened.

A shriek erupted.

The sound waves crashed repeatedly within the narrow clock tower, almost transforming into tangible blades.

Xilun felt a slight pain in her eardrum.

But it was only a slight pain.

The Great Thunder Breathing Technique resonated within the chest cavity, suppressing the shrieking sound with a deeper and more stable rhythm.

He paused for only a moment before the spearhead was already piercing the black-robed doctor's chest.

The doctor in the black robe crossed his arms.

The dark spots under the skin opened at the same time, spraying out fine insect fluff.

The insect filaments condensed into a black wall in the air, which actually slowed down the gun's momentum.

Xilun did not force a breakthrough.

The right hand loosens the spear.

He raised the short gun in his left hand.

boom!

The close-range gunshot shook the clock tower, causing dust to fall in clumps.

Blood splattered from the doctor's shoulder as he slammed into the stone railing.

Xilun gripped the gun barrel again and stepped forward to control the recoil.

The gun's butt slammed down like a heavy hammer, striking the black-robed doctor's knee.

Crack!

The sound of bone cracking rang out clearly.

The doctor in the black robe groaned and knelt down.

But at the same time, his right hand also pressed down on the ground.

Below the stone steps, several thick, fleshy ropes suddenly sprang out and wrapped around Xilun's waist and abdomen.

The water at Xilun's feet parted instantly.

He used the water's force to slide half a foot to the side, his fleshy body brushing against the hem of his clothes as he missed.

The golden spear spun in response.

The spear blade sliced ​​through the flesh, drawing out thick, black blood.

The next moment, more fleshy ropes poured out from the hidden door.

The entire stone staircase seemed to come alive.

The doctor in the black robe knelt on the ground, his face deathly pale, yet his smile was sinister.

"It's awake."

"It has already smelled the sacred bones."

"You can't protect it."

Outside the clock tower.

The wooden crate began to shake more and more violently.

Kuso led his gunmen in a semi-circle, veins bulging on his forehead.

Black liquid dripped out from the gap in the lid, and after landing, it crawled towards the clock tower.

One of the gunmen couldn't help but ask, "Kuso, the box's about to crack!"

Kusso stared intently at the box.

"No one is allowed to move unless the young master gives the order."

"But it—"

Before the words were finished, the hand bone in the box suddenly broke the seal, and a withered black finger emerged.

Kusuo's scalp tingled.

Just then, a thin stream of water flew out from the clock tower entrance and precisely wrapped around the lid of the box.

Immediately afterwards, the Soul-Suppressing Nail pierced through the air.

Ding!

The nail was driven into the center of the wooden box.

The wooden box trembled violently.

The extended finger recoiled abruptly, as if burned by a hot iron.

Kusso turned to look at the clock tower.

Deep within the doorway, Xiren stood on the edge of darkness, holding a gun in one hand and with the other hand's fingers slightly spread, water lines extending from his palm.

He was managing to deal with the monsters inside while simultaneously suppressing the Holy Bone.

Someone gasped in shock as they looked at the shadowy figure in the fog.

"How did he do that?"

No one answered.

Because nobody knows.

Inside the clock tower, Siron's chest heaved more heavily.

Distracted control of the water lines and the Soul-Suppressing Nails consumes more energy than pure combat.

The doctor in the black robe seized the opportunity, pulled out a black bone whistle from his pocket, and blew it suddenly.

silent.

But invisible ripples seeped into the ground.

Deep within the stone steps, that enormous heartbeat suddenly accelerated.

Boom!Boom!Boom!

The meat rope stopped its random attacks and instead, as if it had a brain, blocked Xilun's retreat from three directions: top, middle, and bottom.

The doctor in the black robe hissed, "It will remember your scent, Golden Knight! You won't be leaving the South District tonight!"

A hint of coldness finally crept into Xilun's eyes.

He pulled back the water line.

The Soul-Suppressing Nails on the wooden box are still suppressing the Sacred Bone; that's enough for now.

Next, kill the person in front of you.

Xilun let out a breath.

The Xuan Yin breathing technique penetrates deep into the bone marrow.

A chill crept up my spine, and my limbs and bones felt as if they were being plunged into a deep, icy pool.

At the same time, the Great Thunder Breathing Technique is rolled between the chest and abdomen.

A chill ran through me.

The two forces did not forcibly merge into a red star, but instead flowed into the body along different paths.

The forged iron armor supports the outer shell.

The bloodstains replenished the inside.

Siren stepped forward, facing the fleshy rope.

He wildly brandished his gun under the watchful eyes of everyone, never retreating, utterly fearless!

The first fleshy cord struck his shoulder.

Snapped!

The fabric tore, and a red mark appeared on the skin, but it didn't break open.

The second fleshy cord pierced the abdomen.

Xilun took the hit head-on, his body swaying slightly as he swung his gun down with a backhand stroke, severing the flesh rope.

The third fleshy cord wrapped around his left arm, its barbs digging into his flesh.

The bloodstain felt slightly warm, and the edges of the wound quickly tightened.

Siren did not struggle.

Using the force of the rope to pull him forward, he lurched forward like an anchor being thrown out, and crashed into the black-robed doctor in an instant.

The doctor in the black robe's pupils constricted.

"you--"

Silen's knee strike.

A great thunderous sound was injected from within.

boom!

The black-robed doctor's infant-like face caved in on his chest and abdomen, letting out a mournful cry that sounded inhuman.

Xilun pressed his left hand against his head, his five fingers clenched tightly.

Who is the blind crow?

The doctor in the black robe, his mouth full of blood, was still smiling.

"You think...we'd tell?"

Xilun exerted force with his five fingers.

A chilling aura crept up his scalp.

The doctor in the black robe finally twisted his smile.

This coldness is not physical torture, but rather a gradual freezing of consciousness from the depths of the brain.

His body was covered in black spots, which he opened and closed wildly, but he couldn't get rid of them.

"Who is it?"

Xilun's voice was very soft.

The doctor in the black robe was chattering.

"Crows...aren't people..."

Xilun's eyes flickered slightly.

Explain yourself.

"It's a marker...it's a passage...the Third Charity Hospital, lower level...there's a door...only those with their eyes closed can enter..."

The doctor in the black robe made a hoarse sound from his throat.

"The sick father in the wheelchair... he is the true high priest... he is waiting for you... he knows you possess the remnants of an evil god..."

Xilun's heart sank.

The remnant consciousness of the evil god left a black, mist-like mark within his body.

The other party knew more than he expected.

"Who told him?"

The doctor in the black robe had a vacant look in his eyes, but a sudden grin spread across his face.

"There are patients around you too..."

The next instant, the baby face on his chest and abdomen suddenly opened its eyes.

That eye was pitch black, staring straight at Xilun.

not good.

Xilun released his grip and retreated without hesitation.

But the doctor in the black robe had swelled up from the inside out.

boom!

Flesh and blood exploded.

This is not a normal self-destruction.

Countless tiny black needles, coated in putrid blood, shot out in all directions.

Xilun crossed his arms to protect his face, unleashing the full power of his Bone Forging Iron Armor.

Ding Ding Ding!

The black needles struck his arms, chest, and shoulders like striking thick iron, producing a continuous, crisp sound.

Several still pierced the skin and penetrated the flesh.

Xilun let out a muffled groan.

The chill instantly enveloped them, freezing the black needles within the superficial muscles.

He reached out and wiped it, pulling out the needle along with the blood.

The bloodstain quickly sealed the wound.

The doctor in the black robe had become a pile of rotting flesh.

But the heartbeat underground did not stop.

On the contrary, it is clearer.

From deep within the hidden door came the sound of stones being dragged.

Something is coming up.

Xilun glanced down.

In the darkness, a huge, closed eyeball could be vaguely seen.

Just seeing the outline made the black mark on my wrist sting as if it were on fire.

He did not delve any deeper.

Tonight's mission is not to destroy the mother hive.

The goods are still outside, the men are still outside, and the armed insurgents are still watching.

If he continues to be greedy for credit, the Black Death Cult only needs to bypass the bell tower to seize the sacred relics, and all the preparations made tonight will be in vain.

Xilun raised his golden spear, the tip pointing towards the hidden door.

"next time."

The eyes in the darkness seemed to understand.

Below the stone steps, the fleshy cord suddenly sprang up.

Xilun stepped back and pulled with his left hand.

All the water outside the clock tower rushed in at the same time.

Dividing water is not just about splitting water.

It can also draw water.

Large amounts of sewage, mixed with purification powder, lamp oil residue, and rainwater, poured into the clock tower through doorways, window cracks, and wall holes, rushing towards the hidden door like a murky water dragon.

Tiny arcs of electricity reappeared in Xilun's palm.

Charge enrichment.

Blue and white light danced in the water vapor.

boom!

The electric light rushed into the hidden door along with the water flow, and a cacophony of sharp screeching sounds immediately erupted from inside.

The fleshy cords convulsed violently, the stone steps were blasted apart, and the load-bearing stone beams above the hidden door groaned under the strain.

Xilun did not stop.

The golden spear was raised once more.

This time it wasn't Red Star, but pure, extraordinary spear technique with penetrating power.

The spear tip thrust out seven times in succession.

Every shot landed on the weakest point of the crack in the stone beam.

After the seventh shot.

The entire hidden door collapsed with a crash.

The rubble poured down, temporarily sealing off the entrance to the underground.

A deep, angry roar came from underground.

This is incredible.

Anyone who witnessed this scene could not explain how a second-tier extraordinary being who could barely generate external power could possess such ability.

Siren turned and walked out of the clock tower.

It's still raining.

The battle outside the clock tower was also coming to an end.

Kusuo led his men to a wagon and used muskets and purification powder to clean up the last few lesions.

The Black Death cultists, seeing that the black-robed doctor was not coming out for a long time, began to retreat.

Xilun stood at the doorway and raised his pistol.

boom!

A cult member who tried to squeeze into the alleyway was shot in the back and fell into the puddles.

He didn't kill everyone.

The water sprang up from the ground, wrapped around the ankles of two of the believers, and dragged them back to the clock tower.

Kuso immediately stepped forward and knocked one of them unconscious with the butt of his rifle.

The other one was so frightened that he was trembling all over.

Xilun walked to the car and pulled out the Soul-Suppressing Nail that was nailed to the wooden box.

The sacred relics inside the box fell silent once more.

He wiped the black liquid off the Soul-Suppressing Nail, his voice steady.

"Take a headcount."

Kusso immediately turned around.

A moment later, his voice became low and hoarse.

"One dead, three wounded. The goods are still there, as are the prisoners, Cole and Morton."

Xilun was silent for a moment.

The one who died was the gunman who was torn apart by Brian in the third carriage.

There were ten people when they arrived.

Nine people went back.

He looked at the body covered by a cloth.

"Take it back."

"Yes."

Footsteps echoed from the depths of the fog.

Several armed insurgents dressed in dark long coats finally emerged.

The leader was a woman in her early thirties, with short hair plastered to the side of her face. Rain soaked her collar, but it couldn't hide the shock in her eyes.

She first glanced at the clock tower, which was almost reduced to ruins, and then at the dense bloodstains covering Xilun's body.

The bloodstains are healing.

It's slow, but visible to the naked eye.

The woman paused for a moment, then performed a salute typical of members of the armed insurgent party.

"Second team, Colleen. Under orders from the Chief Executive, to receive the physical evidence."

Kusso's expression was unfriendly.

"A backup? You guys have been watching for a long time."

Colleen did not refute.

She looked at Xilen.

"Our orders are to ensure that the physical evidence does not fall into the hands of the Black Death."

This is a very frank statement.

Frank to the point of being cold-blooded.

They didn't come to save the Brotherhood.

Even if Xiren is dead, they will still take action as long as the physical evidence remains.

Xilun was not surprised.

"The physical evidence is still there."

Colleen lowered her head slightly.

"Yes. Your Excellency the Golden Knight has completed the escort."

She paused for a moment, then added another sentence.

"Exceeded expectations."

None of the armed insurgents around him refuted him.

They witnessed firsthand how Siron confronted the plague at the bell tower, slaying the black-robed doctor, suppressing the sacred bone, and sealing the underground entrance.

That's something that a normal second-order unit can't do.

It can't even be summarized by the word "powerful".

A young team member whispered, "If someone like that were to advance to the third tier..."

Colleen glanced at him.

The young team members immediately shut up.

Xilun seemed not to hear.

He took out a blood-stained cloth from his pocket, inside which were wrapped fragments of the bone whistle that remained on the black-robed doctor's body.

"Grey died underground. The Third Charity Hospital has a lower level. The closed-eyed raven isn't a person's name, it's a passageway marker. The sick father in the wheelchair is the high priest; he knows the relics and the mark on my hand."

Colleen's expression changed drastically.

"Sick father?"

Xilun looked at her.

"Have you heard of it?"

Colleen remained silent for a moment.

"When the plague first broke out in the Southern District, some people spread the word among the poor that 'the sick father gives medicine.' We always thought it was just a charitable facade fabricated by the Black Death cult."

"Now it seems, it's not just the outer garment."

Xiren tossed her the bone whistle fragments.

"This is the spoils intelligence. I need a follow-up investigation report."

Colleen caught the shards.

Before tonight, she would have felt that this request was excessive.

Now, she just nods.

"I will report to the CEO."

Xilun said, "Let's hand over the physical evidence."