Chapter 615 - Go to Hell With Your Despair And Fear!

At present, the various factions in the Rainy World were accelerating toward Black Rain Manor. They had discovered that the many bizarre monsters and mysterious powers of the Rainy World were converging on Black Rain Manor.

What was more, the Decaying Knights, which were the manor's pillars of strength, had broken into a full sprint five minutes earlier toward the distant manor. If members of a faction attacked the Decaying Knights, the knights ignored them. However, if they blocked the knights' path, they would be savaged by their frenzied assault. It was as though the Decaying Knights had received an absolute order to reach the manor at once!

Everyone present knew that something extraordinary had to be happening at Black Rain Manor. Thus, though they were still locked in mutual slaughter, they tacitly surged toward the manor. That place would be the final battlefield of their operation, where the density and ferocity of battle would likely grow unimaginably bloody. Only there would the ultimate victor be decided.

Two groups were locked in mad combat about three kilometers from Black Rain Manor. Their moves and speed was unbelievable. Unlike the other factions, these two possessed no flashy powers or attacks. All they wielded were fists and kicks enhanced to the extreme by Covert Martial Arts.

On one side, the Gate Organization fighters wore black leather rain-cloaks. Opposite them, the Golem Sect wore tight, resilient combat suits emblazoned with the character "Golem." The two forces ferociously fought each other, spraying blood everywhere.

From on high, they looked like two equally savage swarms of ants tearing at each other. Each strove to seize the right to the final, sweetest slice of cake.

Bang, bang, bang, bang, bang, bang...

The Golem Sect fighters stood in the rain with twisted faces, eyes glinting with lunacy. Their drenched suits clung to their skin, tracing the hard, bulging lines of muscle. Their arms and shoulders swelled like tires. When such powerful arms lashed out, they shrieked through the air. Raindrops striking those fists were whipped into mist by the blurring punches.

Since the blows were so fast, the ordinary eye saw only a ghostly trail of white mist. By then, the hurled fist had already smashed into its foe.

Naturally, the Gate Organization would not be outdone. As the world's top organization, they had recruited elite fighters from across the globe. Overall, their members' caliber was extraordinary. When they unleashed force through their feet, they left deep pits in the ground. Some weaved and ducked, dodging Golem Sect blows one after another. Others met them head-on, causing explosions when their fists collided.

Not one man begged or groaned...

Zing! Zing! Zing!

A cloaked figure brandishing a single sword moved through the crowd as though no one else existed. No hot blood or wild excitement surged within him, only a frigid calm, like death itself. His black cloak clung to him, lifting only when he drew his blade.

Just then, four Golem Sect disciples simultaneously locked onto the cloaked man. Their bodies were lithe as leopards, as they thrust their arms ahead like sharp talons. Attacks closed in from east, west, south, and north.

Yet as the four pounced, the cloak's right side lifted, revealing a pale hand gripping a cruciform hilt. The hand was fine and smooth as white jade, prettier than a woman's, and carried an eerie allure.

Clack! Shhk!

The silvery blade left its sheath, and a ring of slashing light appeared at once. Everything intersecting the arc within ten meters was severed by the edge.

... including the severed bodies of the four men.

Splurt!!! Thud, thud, thud...

Scarlet geysers of blood shot upward like fountains. The four disciples froze where they were; their torsos slipped off and toppled to the ground. Their guts gleamed in the smooth cross-sections of their lower halves.

Ding!

The blade sank back into its sheath with a crisp sound. The cloaked man stood silent and cold. It was as though he had not just killed four men. None could see how he had drawn his blade.

"Golem Sect... Golem Sect Master..." The cloaked man raised his head slightly, half his face lit beneath the shadow. His eyes were wrapped in black cloth, and his jawline was sharp. "Where are you? Since the Golem Sect has entered the Rainy World, you must be here too. The theft of my sword and the wound you dealt me—today they must be avenged!"

Eye Devil's voice was hoarse and deep, as if it had been scorched by smoke. Though murmuring to himself, he radiated unimaginable resolve and hatred. As he declared, his grudge had to be repaid! He would find the Golem Sect Master and personally take back the Spiral-Eye Sword!

Originally, Eye Devil had meant to suppress his hatred until the manor affair was settled. However, the Golem Sect's involvement suited him perfectly. The Gate Organization's five General Kings had all been deployed for this mission, so they had more than enough experts.

To face the Golem Sect Master and kill him on the spot was no tall order. Even if the sect master traveled with the Chief Mechanist and Reaper Amos, it was still a sure victory with the five General Kings present. Thus, the thought of revenge filled Eye Devil's mind. In the rain, his Heart Eye swept slowly across the battlefield.

"Actually, I don't need to know where you are. If I kill enough Golem Sect men and make enough noise, you'll come to me. If you won't appear, I'll force you to..." He spoke as low laughter drifted from beneath his pitch-black cloak.

Whoosh! Zing!

He lifted his foot to take a step. However, when they touched the ground, he appeared nearly a hundred meters away. A bright flash of sword light slashed about him, forming a fearsome ring of cuts.

Splurt, splurt, splurt...

One Golem Sect figure after another fell, eyes bulging in fury. The next second, he stepped again, arriving on another patch of battlefield in the same fashion. Razor-sharp slashes were his art!

He walked coldly through bloody water, watching severed arms and hands fall from the sky. "Your eyes see only the surface, but mine behold the deepest layer of death. Death that belongs to all of you! That is the Midar Sect's Dead Heart Eye..."

Eye Devil's Secret Technique was precisely the art that could see others' deaths!

Boom! Whoosh!

Suddenly, a figure hurtled in from the left like a meteor. A thick, powerful arm hurtled forward toward Eye Devil's skull like a battering ram against a wall!

Zing!

A silver flash swept past, and the rain burst apart. Earth sprayed, water splashed, and a swelling shockwave rolled. A fist clad in alloy-spiked gauntlets met the gleaming cruciform blade, sparks flying at the point of contact. The grinding sound of two strained weapons made one clench their teeth.

Boom!

Force burst as the two figures collided again, then parted. On the left stood Eye Devil, sword in one hand. For the first time, he left the blade drawn. Its tip was angled earthward and stained with a little blood. On the right towered the burly, powerful Demon Dog Simone.

His black hair was wild, and savagery gleamed in his eyes. Steam hissed off his rain-soaked skin as threads of blood trickled from his fingers.

"Thunder Dog Simone, it's you."

A slight chill crossed Eye Devil's face. "I'd heard you joined the Golem Sect. Not a wise choice, Simone. You've set yourself against the Gate Organization. I once admired you, so I'd rather not kill you myself..."

Simone wore a tight combat suit with a big "Golem" on his back. It brimmed with an indescribable, domineering ferocity. As he flexed slightly, muscles rippled and bones crackled.

A vicious grin spread across Simone's face "Eye Devil, don't call me Thunder Dog. I'm Demon Dog now. The Golem Sect Master fixed my deformity and let me break through to combat artist. Then he taught me formidable Covert Martial Arts and showed me the ultimate path. I revere him! All of us in the Golem Sect revere him! Joining the Golem Sect was the wisest choice of my life! You admired me? You merely used me. It was only transactional between us. Don't talk as though there was fellowship..."

"

Heheheh.

" Eye Devil laughed for the first time in ages. "It was your intel that drew the Golem Sect into this revival, wasn't it? I must say, you've done a fine deed—one for which I should thank you. The sect master you revere is likely to fall in this Rainy World today! The Gate Organization is going all-in on this mission, and your Golem Sect dares to meddle? Truly courting death..."

He turned his head slightly and continued. "I once told you how vast a global power the Gate Organization is. It's nothing the Golem Sect can rival! There are four General Kings equal to me on the battlefield. Whether Reaper Amos is beside your sect master or not, he will die on this trip to the manor!"

Eye Devil's Heart Eye suddenly locked onto Simone, his terrifying aura as sharp as swords. "And you, foolish boy! You think breaking into the combat artist realm lets you bluster before me? I'll personally send you to hell..."

He let the cruciform sword drag along the ground, as he advanced. "Carlos, Eye Devil Carlos. Remember my name. It belongs to the one who is about to kill you..."

Whoosh!

Eye Devil appeared beside Simone in a flash, his cruciform sword whirling through the air in a deadly arc. He meant to sever Simone's head in a single strike! The sword swiped past but cut only air.

Clang!

A violent metallic crash rang out in mid-air. A metal gauntlet met the cruciform sword, and blood spurted once more. A fist split the air toward Eye Devil, who stepped back, his long sword tracing a curve through the air toward Simone.

Blood sprayed again. Simone bore three bleeding gashes but his deep gaze was fixed on Eye Devil Carlos like a starving wolf.

"Interesting... you actually..." Eye Devil stared back at Simone. He had not expected that his sword just now would fail to lop off Simone's head. Even the follow-up slash had only wounded Simone.

Such strength meant Simone was no fresh combat artist but closer to a veteran combat artist. He would not be felled so easily by a top-tier combat artist!

Of course, part of the reason was Eye Devil himself. Since he didn’t have the Spiral-Eye Sword anymore, his strength within the top-tier combat artist realm had slipped. Otherwise, the sword's sharpness would have cleaved through Simone's gauntlets in any of those three swings, cutting off his hands.

"Interesting, but nothing more..." Eye Devil gripped his sword anew, his Dead Heart Eye Secret Technique locking onto Simone. "You blocked one slash, then three. But how about five? Ten? A hundred? In the end, you can't escape death..."

Zing-zing-zing... zing-zing-zing...

In a flash, a blur of silver streaks encircled Simone, carving through the earth.

Clang-clang-clang! Splurt—clang! Splurt—clang!

Metallic clashes rang out as Simone was quickly soaked in blood. A feral grin spread across Eye Devil's lips. He spun suddenly like a nimble swallow, appearing behind Simone and swept his sword diagonally!

"Die!"

Boom!!!

𝑓𝘳𝘦𝑒𝑤𝑒𝘣𝘯ℴ𝘷𝘦𝓁.𝑐𝑜𝑚

A huge crash rang out as Eye Devil was hurled backward, the web of his right hand splitting open.

He stabilized himself in midair, Dead Heart Eye still fixed on where Simone stood. But a terrifying mass of black Qi was now wrapped around Simone. He breathed in and out, his eyes turning jet-black. The wounds on his body were healing rapidly.

"Eye Devil, do you know why I revere the Golem Sect Master? It's not just what I said before! That was only gratitude and affection. But there's also reverence, respect, and awe. Do you understand? I fear him! He is too powerful... far, far too powerful!"

Crack-crack-crack-crack...

Simone slowly raised his newly swollen arms. Every muscle swelled grotesquely as black Qi coated him like heavy armor. An inexpressible evil aura flowed between the armor's seams.

"Can you feel it? This strength!" His five fingers curled slowly, forming a fist.

Whoosh!

Simone vanished, reappearing before Eye Devil like a rampaging beast. Huge craters marked his tracks behind him.

Boom!

The fist blasted onto Eye Devil's raised sword, sending him flying again. Blood trickled from his lips as disbelief appeared on Eye Devil’s face.

"Look, Eye Devil! This is the strength he granted me! The terrifying power he bestowed! You've felt it, haven't you? And this power is but one he has parceled out. Do you understand? A mere fraction of his strength is enough for me to defeat you!

Hahaha!

Are you in despair? In fear? You are but a frog in a well! Now... go to hell with your despair and fear!"

Amid the black rain, Eye Devil Carlos braced himself with his sword and a trembling palm. Opposite, a burly figure shrouded in black steam strode forward slowly. In his eyes lay a hint of mockery and a trace of pity.

"I wonder if your Midar Sect's Dead Heart Eye can foresee your own death?"