Returning to the Mysterious Era-Chapter 475 - A Smile Thats A Bit Unsettling

The battlefield was in turmoil on all sides as the extermination campaign launched by the Treatment Ward reached its climax. Decked in black combat attire, the new generation doctors embodying the brutality of the Treatment Ward swung razor-sharp blades as they battled several dark creatures.

They showed no sign of faltering and even held the upper hand. Their fighting style was barbaric and raw. Most of them relied on bare-fisted, animalistic brawling, making them seem even more bloodthirsty than the dark creatures themselves.

The most emblematic scene was at the north gate. Odo led a few formidable subordinates inside the cathedral, leaving ordinary Treatment Ward doctors behind to engage standard-caliber dark creatures. They clashed on the white-stone ground and quickly reached a deadlock.

On one side, the dark creatures had numbers. On the other side, each doctor of the Treatment Ward was an elite fighter. As time wore on, both sides resorted to desperate measures.

Finally, the doctors activated their Golem totems, greatly enhancing both their defense and offense. In just a short while, they decimated a large swath of foes and from that moment on, the Treatment Ward held a firm advantage at the north gate.

Every doctor, each having claimed several dark creature lives, worked in unison to shatter the waves of attackers. In no time, the deaths of dark creatures at the north gate soared dramatically.

Meanwhile, everything ended even sooner at the west gate.

Boom!

A colossal, black-furred hand slammed down from above. The high-ranking Blood Race, shaped like a humanoid bat, let out its final roar under the violently compressed air. It raised both claws overhead, forming a sphere of blood. It attempted to resist, but it had gravely underestimated the strength of that giant hand.

The blood sphere, which was apparently all the remaining energy of the high-ranking Blood Race, burst instantly. It was as fragile as a balloon as it failed to stop the descending hand for even a second. As the sphere detonated, so did the Blood Race's head, arms, and internal organs!

In the blink of an eye, its entire upper body turned into a cloud of crimson mist, pulverized by that colossal force. Its remaining lower half twitched on the ground like a lizard's tail.

Yet a shadow fell again from above; the colossal hand was returning for a second strike. freeweɓnovel~cѳm

The air erupted, sending a massive wave of energy surging across the ground, churning up pale crimson blood and ashen soil.

Thud!

The ground at the west gate shuddered violently. A faint numbness tingled through every doctor's feet as they felt the ground tremble. Some gripped grotesquely shaped heads, while others clutched severed, bloody arms atop monstrous corpses to stabilize themselves.

All eyes turned toward their leader, who stood in front of a five-meter-wide crater. Inside, a sludgy mass of crimson gore bubbled. Devoid of any life, it merely exuded a foul, bloody stench.

The high-ranking Blood Race was now dead, literally pummeled to death by sheer brute force. Its death was anything but unjust, for Hermit was the mightiest convict from the Treatment Ward's Savage Beast Den's third level!

Even right after Cassius removed his calamity, he was already at Dark Hunter level, and that didn't even include power from his Golem totem. Since he was originally gifted with raw strength, his combat power would become truly monstrous once the Golem totem drastically boosted his physique.

In short, from the moment that high-ranking Blood Race encountered Hermit, its fate was sealed. There was only one thing it could do—be pounded into pulp!

Huff...

A massive ape stood tall in the moonlight, exhaling coarse white steam through its wide nostrils. Hermit slowly retracted his fist dripping with thick blood.

"Simo! Simo! Simo..." All the Treatment Ward doctors chanted their leader's name, raising their weapons, decorated with some severed heads. Their exhilarated cheers swirled in the air.

Simo was Hermit's name many years ago. He had long forgotten it after his beast transformation, but he had now reclaimed it. It was a celebration of his rebirth under the Director of the Treatment Ward's command!

Meanwhile, the battle at the south gate ended as well. Blood Shark had been no match for Nine Serpents even at full strength with six sharks after ingesting the Blood Moon Serum. Was there more to say now that he had only two sharks? No, there weren't even two left. Only one—no, to be exact, half remained.

Merely half a shark's body remained to guard Blood Shark. His body had been torn to shreds, and blood dripped down his forehead into his eyes. Everything around him was glowing red, as though he had entered hell. He had nowhere left to retreat, and his strength drained away with each drop of blood. Bit by bit, unfamiliar weakness took over his mind.

Thump.

Blood Shark fell to his knees, propping himself up on the ground in an effort to stand once more. However, his strength was too far gone. His hands slipped, and he collapsed. Above him, the half shark dissolved away, becoming a final speckled cluster of energy that gradually merged into Blood Shark's body.

Before losing consciousness entirely, Blood Shark felt no anger, no fear, no regret. He had only one question: what on earth happened when those sharks of his were knocked away? How did half his strength simply vanish like a lamb being slaughtered? Without that answer, he couldn't die in peace!

Nine Serpents transformed back from a monstrous shape to her tall, graceful feminine form beneath the moonlight. She extended her tongue to lick the blood on her fingers, "Peh, shark blood stinks... Not tasty at all~"

She turned to her subordinates. "Oh, right, I recall C3 squad has a well-known interrogation specialist. Was it...Jack? It's Jack right?"

"Yes, yes, Captain, I'm right here!" A big, blood-soaked man with a brutish face and chest hair sprouting from his open shirt, a rough-looking fellow indeed, stepped out of the crowd.

A bloody length of some unknown dark creature's intestine hung from his shoulder like some bizarre sash.

"Mm." Nine Serpents glanced at Jack, finding him indeed intimidating and somewhat sly. He seemed quite fitting for an interrogation specialist. She nodded and instructed him, "Jack, the target is secure. I'll need you to pry open its mouth and do a thorough interrogation—find out what it's been up to this past half year and where it's gone... Be detailed and be organized. I'll be handing this over to the Director of the Treatment Ward."

Nine Serpents gave a slight toss of her head. One of her snake heads snatched up a tattered cloak from the ground and draped the garment to cover her shapely figure, sparing herself from prolonged nudity.

"Understood! I'll get it done!" Jack replied decisively with bright eyes. This was a surefire chance to earn merit. He might even get noticed by the mysterious Director of the Treatment Ward! It was undoubtedly a golden opportunity. In times like these, it paid to have an extra skill. Otherwise, luck like this wouldn't even come his way.

He immediately resolved to sharpen his interrogation skills further and aim for true mastery. However, for now, the top priority was to interrogate Blood Shark thoroughly and meticulously, leaving no loose ends.

Jack's eyes flickered with thought. As he glanced at the unconscious Blood Shark sprawled on the ground, the thoughts through his mind made his grin slowly turn...unsettling.

At the south gate, Fog Man had gained the upper hand in combat. Though, by the nature of their powers, neither side could easily deal a lethal blow. Still, Fog Man's raw strength was suppressing the Shadow Demon, and with his subordinates brimming with morale, they nearly had full control of the south gate. Once the other gates were freed up, the troublesome Shadow Demon would be doomed.

As each front wrapped up their battles, an explosion suddenly rang out.

Rumble!

The towering cathedral swayed side to side. Numerous window panes and roof tiles rained down, shattering into fragments on the ground. A corner of the cathedral collapsed as its walls caved in, breaking columns apart. Small bricks scattered like raindrops in every direction, landing with a clatter.

The Moon God statue, towering over ten meters high, was laid bare beneath the moonlight. It had no distinguishable gender, only a slim, humanoid form. Its entire surface carried a mild, jade-like sheen, glowing softly as though phosphorescent. Its sculpted plating, reminiscent of armor and skirts of iron, gave off a stiff, frigid impression.

However, the most eye-catching detail was the pair of arms folded before its chest and the pair raised overhead. A perfectly round moon disc rested atop its palms, shining like a mirror. As the Moon God statue became more visible, cold beams of moonlight from every side streamed in like visible ribbons. Ribbon after ribbon and strand upon strand merged into the disc.

In that instant, all surrounding light dimmed, transforming into a murky, chaotic domain. An area with a two-hundred-meter radius around the cathedral was shrouded in darkness.

Thump-thump-thump... Thump-thump-thump...

A dull heartbeat resounded like a drum, growing louder and louder. The luminous Moon God statue became the only source of light within these two hundred meters. The disc cradled by its hands glowed as brilliantly as the sun. It even outshone the real moon overhead.

"You want to wipe out the Eclipse Society!? Dream on!!!" A mad voice emanated from the disc.

Moments later, half the Black Moon Clan Leader's face appeared on the disc's surface, contorted with insanity as he shrieked, "Even if I die, I'll drag you all with me!"

Crack, crack, crack...

The arms that were folded at the statue's chest suddenly lifted. All four hands raised that blazing disc skyward.

"Moon Burial!"

The moonlight the disc was devouring in its frenzy was released all at once as slender beams of radiance. As they appeared, they threatened to form a horrific surge of moonlight flooding every inch of sky and land within two hundred meters!

Near the cathedral, every commander and doctor of the Treatment Ward instinctively looked skyward.

Unexpectedly, their gaze was neither on the moon disc in the statue's hands, nor did they show any fear.

That was because a dreadful being unfurled its wings at the cathedral's pinnacle.

Screee!!!

Savage, manic, overbearing, blood-soaked...

All these words combined still fell short of describing the terror evoked by the blood vulture. It was as tall as half the cathedral, layered with fiery, rippling plumage that blocked out the moon. It was as though the black sky had been replaced by rows of densely packed crimson fangs, interlocking and devouring everything.

"You intend to kill one of mine?!" A deep voice reverberated from the sky above. "It doesn't matter if you're an extreme Cataclysmic Spirit level being, some aberration, or even an Ultimate Dark Form! Setting foot in the real world means only death awaits you..."

"Blood Vulture's Beak!"

Boom!!!!

The sky trembled as massive, roiling currents of air crashed outward in every direction like tidal waves. Concentric spirals of airflow converged, shaping a circular tunnel from sky to ground.

A bloodstained, hideous, tyrannical beak descended, its target clear; its trajectory was straight and unhidden.

The colossal sense of menace compelled the Moon God statue to lift its head, gazing skyward. All the moonlight in the air changed course, as it channeled all its energy at the terrifying Blood Vulture.

Crash!!!

The deafening roar rendered everyone’s hearing meaningless. Silence reigned for a moment, save for the faintly white ripples of airflow spreading. Sound waves were now visible to the naked eye. Those two explosions of immense power appeared to surpass any human limit, resembling more of a natural disaster.

Nine Serpents, Hermit, even the fallen Odo, and the still-fighting Fog Man all looked up in rapt wonder when they sensed a power capable of sweeping away all else. It's the Director's might! It was raw, tyrannical, crushing, and marked supreme conquest!

One of the ultimate paths of Covert Martial Arts, the path of the Dominator Fist!

Clang!!!

The massive blood vulture and the sky-shrouding lunar torrent vanished as if a heavy bell rang. All that remained was a dark figure descending, slamming a single fist onto the disc upheld by the Moon God statue.

Crack... crack, crack, crack...

The large disc caved around the fist. Spiderweb fissures stretched outward at lightning speed. One by one, the nine black magatama on the disc's surface extinguished. But as they vanished, the mysterious aura grew feebler.

Suddenly, a shrill scream was heard from the disc. It was the Black Moon Clan Leader's final outcry—just one single word.

"No!!!"

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