Chapter 1765 - 908: Rain and Blood_3

"Don't worry, it's not a curse, just a subtle change in materiality, I see now..."

The old man's eyebrows raised, he lifted his head and looked out at the torrential rain engulfing the entire Gray Port, sighed in realization: "Alchemy, ah."

"Al, Alchemy?"

Arnold was dumbfounded: "Making such a big fuss? What's Petition thinking?!"

"It's not Petition."

"Besides Petition, who else..."

Arnold's voice abruptly stopped, as if plunged into an icy cavern, shivering all over with fear.

Yes, besides Petition, who else in the entire West Sea could it be?

That guy...

"Is he crazy?!" Arnold reverberated red-faced, jumping with fury: "Is he provoking the family?! This, this..."

"If I'm not mistaken, he's probably provoking more than just our family..."

The old man sighed, looking towards the dense rain curtain, within which a muffled voice was struggling to rush towards them.

The hulking Ruins transformed into a giant of iron and stone, trying to seek shelter from Zhu Yan against the torrential wind and rain.

But alas, it's too late...

The sound of wailing emerged.

The heavy rain fell upon him like purest strong acid, causing the thick iron-stone shell to rapidly disintegrate and shatter.

In the end, the Ruins, strong enough to withstand the battleship's main炮, fell apart before their eyes, dissolving into a mud puddle in the rain, wailing and struggling.

Ironically, the maid who stumbled to the ground beside him was unharmed, merely drenched through and through, screaming continuously in shock.

"Outrageous!"

Arnold roared in fury: "This is simply..."

Before he finished speaking, the ringing of the phone suddenly erupted, striking him as if thunderstruck, making him turn back incredulously to his illuminated phone.

Then, his legs began to shake, the redness in his face quickly turning pale.

Am I going to die too?

Fortunately, no need...

The call was from the clan manager, who was already aware of the matter and had given approval.

Leave it alone!

Desert Market's infighting, it's none of my business, just let it go, pretend not to see!

Earlier, three minutes before the rain poured, Seven Cities Wasteland Collection submitted a complaint and notice to the main association, claiming to be attacked by Gray Port, Sea Abyss Corner, Hidden Mist Reef and other branches, and would take equivalent countermeasures, reporting specially to the association.

In less than half a minute, the association's approval was already delivered.

Still just four words.

[Leader is aware]!

The difference was, this time the stamp on it was no longer from the association... but the personal seal of the leader [Wei]!

Thus, as the leader, Wei represented the Desert Market and made a stance and authorization, bearing responsibility for this, without any delay or postponement.

What's the big deal, just go big!

Keep pushing forward, I damn well want to see rivers of blood!

And so, amidst the pouring rain, death and rain descended together from the sky, initiating brutal cleansing and revenge.

Within the continuous ringing of phone calls, cold announcements and judgments, headless corpses fell one after another.

In less than five minutes, all followers and subordinates once belonging to Ling Liu were completely wiped clean, mercilessly!

Yet after five minutes, in the torrential rain, the limp Sinker remained intact, trembling all over, looking at the phone still vibrating incessantly in his hands.

Finally, he summoned the courage, trembling, to press the dial button.

"Sinker Mendoza, you are accused of murder, dismemberment, and engaging in illegal smuggling activities. You've disgraced the present world, you've failed yourself in life..."

The cold judgment resonated from the earpiece like a benevolent hand showing mercy: "But take comfort for your former hesitations and weakness."

She said, "Your crime does not warrant death."

Suddenly, Sinker shuddered and cried out.

Unexpected pain spread from the arm that had picked up the call, the pervasive silver rainwater fell upon him like searing molten iron, hissing, as silver flames scorched his skin, wandering, gathering, ultimately solidifying on his wrist, forming a circle of silver scar...

Like shackles, seeping into the marrow.

"You have been selected into Blessing Park, to engage in production and transformation, until you've repaid the sins committed. Before this, you have seventy-two hours of employment transition period, to resolve personal matters and head to the designated location."

Finally, the indifferent voice declared from the phone:

"Remember, your life starts anew from this moment."

The call was terminated.

In the deathly stillness, Sinker gazed around at the scene, at the headless corpses scattered around, finally coming to his senses, like he was electrified, scrambling up from the ground, fleeing without looking back.

But where could he flee to?

Dashing into the torrential rain like an insect with nowhere to go.

On the street, he saw another headless corpse, cried out, instinctively wanting to turn back, only to bump into another horrified person.

The other person also tripped and fell.

In the rainwater, they faced each other in distress, a person he had never seen before, yet on the other's wrist... was a silver burn mark just like his own!

The person said nothing, got up and ran away.

Only Sinker stood dazed for a long time, looking down at his wrist, seventy-two hours... seventy-two... but, but does he really need to do as was said?

Or should he...

Run!

He must run, as long as he escapes...

He had a friend on a smuggling ship, just a few hours, and he could flee Gray Port with his younger siblings, never to return.

But after dialing the phone, the other end was filled with the shrieking of the wind and the noise of the engine.