Chapter 1318 - 1009: Blacklist (Thanks to Seven Hills for Becoming Alliance Leader Again)

Chapter 1318: Chapter 1009: Blacklist (Thanks to Seven Hills for Becoming Alliance Leader Again)

Thunder rumbled in the skies, Hell roared.

Within everyone’s view, suddenly, two large hands stretched out from the black cloud vortex, forcibly tore open the barren Hell’s gap, and then a sinister body, like mountains falling from the sky, emerged halfway from within.

Mountain of Decay!

That was the Hell Vanguard bestowed with the rank of Crowned by the Withered King!

Just its shell was enormous enough to tear through Hell, a super-giant Owner of the Great Mob... Even from the exaggerated scale of ground to sky, it was still only enough for half its body to pass through the vortex and emerge!

Dozens of sharp arms pierced with huge copper nails, tangled lock chains, grew chaotically on that mountain-like mutant shell, supporting the ground.

The shriveled, withered head was covered with pupils, gazing in all directions.

Soon, it locked onto the location of the truck.

Reaching out its hand.

Grinning.

And through the grime-covered glass, Huai Shi was also smiling.

"Since you’re so eager to die, there’s nothing to be done..."

Like a child who just bought a new toy, eagerly transforming according to the instructions.

New gear is ready for action!

He flipped open Beelzebub’s chamber, loading a pitch-black bullet.

Full of anticipation, aiming at the sky.

Then, pressed down by someone...

"Don’t rush, let me handle this."

The Ancient Alchemist pressed down Huai Shi’s raised gun with his right hand, raising his left thumb horizontally, in front of his eyes.

Like measuring a nuclear explosion safety distance.

In the howling wind and shadows outside the compartment, he closed his left eye, adjusting his thumb’s position. Until in his vision, the thumb perfectly covered the Mountain of Decay’s waist—the vortex brewing countless thunder on the Sky Dome.

On his left hand, the silver cuffs shrank instantly, disappearing.

Soon, with the push of his thumb, a frictional trembling sound arose, like forcibly wiping away ink drops on glass with fingers.

Such an uncomfortable feeling.

But more jaw-dropping was, following Gregory’s actions, the boundless black clouds on the Sky Dome were wiped leaving a striking trench, revealing the pale sky behind.

The connecting vortex to the outside instantly vanished then, a stinking blood rain descended from the sky,

The severed Mountain of Decay squealed, toppled on the ground, gigantic innards rolled out from the abdominal gap, piling nauseatingly on the earth.

In the blink of an eye, under the erasure of that thumb, the Mountain of Decay, which even the Wheel of Fate’s main cannon couldn’t scar, was sliced in half by its own home portal!

The only remnants were a dust smudge on Gregory’s thumb.

The horrendous destructive power of the Primitive Curse thus unveiled.

In merely a few seconds of action, the entire compartment’s equipment was already rapidly aging, as Gregory frantically put the cuffs back on, the dashboard was almost smoking!

The old geezer’s hands were trembling like chicken claws.

Yet the Sky Dome was again echoing a cracking sound.

Even larger shadows surfaced from the Sky Dome, across Hell...

"Move, move, move!"

Gregory hurriedly urged: "If we don’t bolt, they’ll bring everyone and deal with us!"

"Relax, I’ve got this!"

Huai Shi turned back, looking at the threshold of the Thousand Eyes ahead of the train.

The Fly King raised, aimed, then pressed down again.

The second time!

[???]

Huai Shi turned around in astonishment, seeing the old acquaintance Captain Foster roll down the window, elbowed a climbing mutant species, then took out a hefty tome from his chest, unfolding it towards the obstructing Thousand Eyes threshold.

"Condra, get to work!"

The golden letters of Les Miserables flickered momentarily on the book, within the infinite darkness, the slumbering spirit lifted its eyes.

On the pale Sky Dome, a star streaked like a teardrop.

Vanishing tracelessly.

Along with the Thousand Eyes threshold!

The overwhelming blockade vanished without a trace, the book pages closed, countless lock chains’ phantoms emerged, contracted. Once again gathered into Foster’s chest.

At the back of the truck, flames sprayed again.

Instantly crushed all obstructing bones and mire ahead, shattered bindings, leaped over the gorge, descending from the other end, whisked away!

The severed Mountain of Decay roared, raising its body, multiple arms extended to grasp the escaping truck, but no matter how hard it churned, it only barely touched the truck’s tail flames.

"Ha, give you one more surprise before leaving."

Huai Shi sneered, raising the gun.

This time, finally no one pressed down his gun. But before aiming, a loud noise erupted from behind the truck, shedding armor below, a heavy cannon emerged, radar locked, then fired with full force!

Boom!

On the outstretched deformed palm, a penetrating hole was blasted by the Red Dragon’s breath bullet.

Blood poured like rain.

Slowly drooping.

"Hooray!"

Raymond cheered, excitedly whistling.

The Exploration Team members applauded and celebrated, only Huai Shi still stared in shock at the faraway enemies gradually left in the dust.

There’s also the Fly King in my hand.

Is that it?

Isn’t something off?

Just like having a 98K rifle with an eight-fold scope all set, the Dragon God hasn’t unzipped, and the ADC is still on its way—how come the battle is already over?

Suddenly, there’s a feeling of heroism being wasted.

What’s going on with this group in Hell?

Is that all?

Can you send another one?

Then, up until they performed the deep jump, no more enemies appeared...

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Half an hour later, beneath the cracked sky dome, massive chains hung down, suspending the Mountain of Decay in mid-air. Countless Dog-headed Men climbed up along the chains, dragging them while crawling on the massive husk of the Mountain of Decay.

Under the command of the physicians, they worked together to reassemble the broken Mountain of Decay.

From the internals to the exterior.

Soon, the colossal Hell Vanguard was restored to wholeness, with merely a scar left on its shell.

Increasingly more Hell Swarm flowed in through the passage, covering the entire desolate Hell.

"It was through some unknown Mystic Ritual that interference was conducted on our wind tunnel transmission, finally ignoring the defenses, and directly pulling the waist of the Mountain of Decay apart."

After collecting the sediment left at the scene, the Abyss Handlers analyzed it.

"Something’s not right; there are two types of source substance traces left at the scene."

Upon receiving the White Spot’s records, the pseudo-spirit group formed by Helios’s alchemists behind He Di analyzed numerous clues.

Those phantoms rose from He Di’s box, keenly searching every trace: "Two distinctly different entities; the first resembles divine authority but is actually an alchemy simulation—presumably Primitive Curse, while the second is a Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy trace, likely the result of Event Refining. Who knows what dangerous book Huai Shi carries."

"According to the intelligence provided by Golden Dawn, Huai Shi should also possess the Miracle Imprint of the Heavenly Inquiry Route and a whole swarm transformed by Source Substance, and contracted with the book "War and Peace". It’s not excluded that he was granted the rank of the White Pigeon."

Another Handler added: "Indeed, as you say, he’s a tricky character."

"It’s not limited to this time."

He Di pondered for a moment, his expression growing somber: "The prediction was erroneous; he didn’t come alone this time.

Based on the current intelligence, we face at least four people—at least one of them is an Alchemist in command of a dangerous Mystic Ritual, another is a Sublimator of the Eternal Road Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy... Possibly a modified Osiris.

And above all, the most troublesome Sword of Disaster."

"At such a moment, these formidable forces arrive in Hell certainly with a purpose."

In the Dreamland awaiting response, Tiancheng comprehended, glanced at the other Handler: "What’s the reaction over at the Current Circumstances?"

"None, after the defense line was initiated, there was no news, not even additional actions, they’re still conducting defense."

"It’s peculiar that there’s no reaction at all."

Tiancheng muttered to himself: "Unless the internal conflict and enmity between the Jurisdiction Bureau and Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy are beyond reconciliation, otherwise, Heavenly Kingdom Genealogy’s signboards encountering danger in observable depths should merit dispatching two search teams.

Unless they considered them expendable from the start? Or perhaps they assume it’s merely coincidence, and our attack can’t threaten their safety?

Both possibilities are strange, He Di, you were right, there is indeed an issue."

"What should we do next?" He Di asked back: "The cost I paid probably isn’t enough for further action."

"No, I will allocate resources to you next."

After a moment of silence, Tiancheng made a decision: "Keep pursuing them; it’s only half an hour, they won’t get far."

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Fifteen minutes later, Depth 12, Hell · Arid Beach.

In the dried-up seabed, traces of rocks and salt abound. Huai Shi, who had just finished deep jumping, barely caught his breath when shadows once again loomed in the sky dome.

A formidable force crossed several depths, transmitting, trying to open the doors!

"Will it ever end!"

Huai Shi was astounded: "They can catch up all the way here? What the heck is going on?"

Before finishing his sentence, he noticed everyone was staring at him, leaving him bewildered.

"Think carefully, our secret exploration team—even if carrying some treasure, there’s no logic to being directly blasted as soon as entering Hell." Captain Foster spoke first.

"And after the blast, there’s coordination with tanks, pursuing closely even after running—it’s clear there’s a grudge." Gregory added.

"Although it’s improper to say, Teacher Huai Shi, you may have underestimated your aggro-pulling ability."

Purely a passerby, old Professor Anton analyzed openly: "Is it possible..."

Raymond finally looked over, with an expression of disappointment: "Think carefully, who exactly have you wronged?"

"Why am I to blame!"

Huai Shi was furious: "I’m such a generous, kind-hearted person, just going to Hell, could I possibly be focused-fired by so many people?

I only offended several Elements of Destruction, seven or eight Rulers, over a dozen illegal Churches, some messy Hell organizations, like the Paradise of Bliss, Hell Workshop Master, Abyss Handlers..."

"Stop!"

Gregory interrupted to spare from hearing more.

Are you listing the menu now?

So you have foes all over Hell? How can anyone be more hated than Luo Su in his youth!

Among these, any ordinary person would die without burial after offending even one; how can someone become almost an enemy of Hell yet still be bouncing around?

But at least now, it’s clear what’s going on.

——[Hell Blacklist]!