In the bustling city, Yu Ang staggered ahead, running desperately, while Lu Jun pursued him with green light flashing under his feet. The two of them caused a commotion as they dashed across the streets. Passersby, witnessing the spectacle, looked utterly bewildered.
But upon seeing Lu Jun's cold face and the long sword in his hand, no one dared to get close. Instead, they scattered in different directions or called the police.
Ding ding ding~
Suddenly, the communicator in Lu Jun's pocket rang. After a mont, soone called him. Opening it, he saw it was his sister, Lu i. Holding his sword in one hand, he answered with the other, saying, "Hello?"
From the other end of the line ca an anxious voice: "Where are you right now? Are you okay?"
"I'm fine," Lu Jun replied, glancing at Yu Ang's fleeing figure. "I was ambushed by the Black Vatican and am now chasing them toward their lair. Hurry and co over."
"Alright, I'm not far from you. I'll be there soon."
Lu Jun ended the call, watching as Yu Ang fled toward a deserted industrial area. A cold smile curled his lips.
When he caught up, Yu Ang didn't seem to head directly toward their base. Instead, he appeared to have lost his wits under the Mist of Fear, frantically seeking refuge at various Black Vatican strongholds.
Bang, bang, bang!
For example, at this mont, Yu Ang frantically knocked on the door of a shop in the bustling area, yelling hysterically, "Open up! For the sake of the Black Vatican, help a brother out!"
Creak.
The door opened, and a burly man inside cautiously asked, "Who is it?"
The mont he saw Lu Jun walking toward them with a sword in hand, his expression shifted. Without hesitation, he threw a Fire Burst, a Basic Fire Elent spell, at Lu Jun.
Whoosh!
Lu Jun hadn't even spoken when the crimson flas surged toward him. He sneered, his wrist flicking slightly as he swung his Gold Greatsword upward. A golden brilliance ignited, and a platinum arc of light over ten ters long swept through the flas, slashing them apart.
The next instant, the arc struck the burly man, splitting him into two halves on the spot. Blood and internal organs spilled all over the ground.
Standing to the side, Yu Ang was splattered with blood. His face went blank with shock, as if he couldn't believe that the savior he had just found was slaughtered like a re chicken.
Nearby, onlookers scread in fear. Those who had been curiously filming the chase trembled, quickly pocketed their phones, and fled. They had realized they'd encountered a true maniac.
Yet, there were still so bold individuals who continued recording.
Lu Jun and Yu Ang's pursuit had already drawn the attention of many, and the uploaded footage went viral online. However, under so mysterious influence, all the videos were quickly deleted.
Just then, Lu Jun's communicator rang again. This ti, it was Tang Yue. Her voice was filled with urgency: "Lu Jun, I'm on my way. Don't act recklessly!"
"Wait for the Tribunal to arrive. I've caught a big fish and might be able to trace it back to a Blue-Clothed Deacon."
Ending the call, Lu Jun continued chasing Yu Ang.
One by one, Yu Ang led him to multiple Black Vatican strongholds, and Lu Jun rcilessly slaughtered everyone there. Blood marked Yu Ang's escape route. For scum like them, Lu Jun believed in using extre violence and brutal thods to subdue them.
The Black Vatican mbers grew terrified, realizing they would have to consider the "cost" of their actions before committing any further atrocities.
Yu Ang was enveloped in despair. He felt like he was being pursued by Death itself. Room after room, he knocked on doors, only for bloodshed to follow in his wake.
After Lu Jun killed around fifty people, Yu Ang finally fled to the abandoned factory that served as their main stronghold.
The factory was a at processing plant filled with the stench of raw at. It collected scraps to make pet food, which fetched a decent price. Alternatively, the at could have been used to feed the Black Vatican's demon beasts while disguising the rancid odor of the sewer.
At the entrance, several black-clad mbers were chatting and laughing. Seeing Yu Ang stumble toward them, covered in blood, they froze in shock.
"Deacon, what happened to you?"
Yu Ang, as if seeing his saviors, scread frantically, "Kill him! Kill him now!"
When Lu Jun appeared in their line of sight, the factory workers' expressions shifted. They imdiately blew a whistle and began forming star maps. From within the factory, a horde of Black Beast Monsters rushed out, responding to the signal.
Seeing this, Lu Jun sneered. He had finally found their lair. Activating his tal Elent Star Map, he flicked his wrist. The Vibrating Gold Greatsword transford into a pitch-black flying sword under an imnse magnetic force.
Buzz, buzz, buzz!
In the blink of an eye, the sword split into seven platinum streaks of light, roaring through the air like dazzling teors. The sharp sound of air being torn apart echoed above the factory.
Slash! Slash!
Under Lu Jun's control, the flying swords pierced through the Black Beast Monsters like lightning. The sounds of flesh being torn apart resounded as the monsters fell in droves. Their corpses, skewered like at on a stick, were pinned against the walls.
The Black Vatican mbers and their beasts were slaughtered en masse. Blood soaked the ground, turning the factory into a slaughterhouse.
In re monts, Lu Jun annihilated all of them. Approaching Yu Ang, he looked down at him with disappointnt and said, "Is this all you've got? I gave you a chance, but you're useless!"
Yu Ang, on the verge of a ntal collapse, roared, "What do you want from ?!"
Lu Jun's voice was cold and calm. "Tell , do you know where your Blue-Clothed Deacon is?"
Hearing this, Yu Ang froze montarily but quickly seized the opportunity, nodding frantically. "I know! I know! You want information, right? Spare my life, and I'll tell you everything!"
Lu Jun, however, slowly shook his head. Grabbing Yu Ang by the hair, he began dragging him toward the factory.
Yu Ang's scalp burned with pain, but Lu Jun ignored his cries. Inside the factory, the dense aura of curses grew stronger. As Lu Jun dragged Yu Ang closer, the source of the energy ca into view.
Hidden among the machinery was a large Curse Pool, its surface rippling with dark liquid that emitted a sharp, chemical stench.
"A Curse Pool belonging to the Black Vatican?"
Lu Jun chuckled. This was a creation of Curse Elent experts—a production base for cursed monsters, Cursed Black Beast Monsters, and even higher-level commanders.
This particular pool was massive, capable of producing Warrior-Level Cursed Beasts. If he guessed correctly, this was the sa location where, in the original story, Xu Zhaoting was tortured and transford into a monstrous creature.
Within his spiritual world, Lu Jun's Curse Stardust trembled with excitent. The pool's energy was a treasure trove for Curse Elent mages.
For others, it was deadly poison. But for a Curse Elent mage, it was an unparalleled treasure.
This was Lu Jun's true goal: to let Yu Ang lead him to the Curse Pool. If refined, it might yield curse material capable of elevating his Curse Elent to unmatched heights.
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