Chapter 619 - World's Greatest Pervert! (1)

The tremendous shock shattered Shadow Crane's composure in an instant. He realized that he had just done something foolish. Immense remorse welled up in Shadow Crane's heart.

If the members of the Gate Organization and its five General Kings were the main force of their era's Gate Organization, then the deputy leaders of past generations resurrected by the Gate Organization's necro-revival were its true foundation. They were trump cards that must not be deployed unless absolutely necessary. Those trump cards were extremely limited in number, and each one was crucial.

Each had its own purpose in the Gate Organization's future plans and could perfectly resolve thorny problems. If two deputy leaders were lost in this operation at Black Rain Manor, the Gate Organization would pay dearly.

The thought flashed through Shadow Crane's mind, and he clenched his right fist tightly. However, the other three General Kings and all the Gate Organization members nearby lacked such foresight for the organization's overall benefit.

They were worried about whether they could stay alive. When a person died, everything would return to dust. At the moment, no one had many thoughts. Only a strong desire to survive raged within them. They snarled under their breath, veins bulging on half of their faces as they tried to back away under the immense pressure.

Yet more Decaying Knights charged toward them. They ignored the bizarre scene ahead and obeyed Black Rain Manor's orders.

Charge! Rush forward! Stampede toward the Baptism Chapel!

Thud, thud, thud, thud...

One tin-clad Decaying Knight after another crashed into the backs of the Gate Organization members. Those tin cans quickly formed a silver wall that blocked any retreat. Like the Gate Organization members, they could hardly move, kneeling heavily and piling up as layers of obstacles.

A Gate member at the rear let out a groan of despair. "Fuck!"

There had initially been hope. If they had inched backward with all their might and helped each other, perhaps they might have been able to retreat. However, the Decaying Knights now blocked their path like one mountain after another. The Gate Organization members could barely move, let alone push them aside.

Bang!

Death Scythe, one of the five General Kings, staggered and stamped a deep pit into the ground. The stone slabs crumbled to powder and cracked beneath his feet.

He spoke in a low voice, his breathing strained and rapid. "I can still walk, but I doubt I can reach that distant chapel. At most halfway, I'll probably collapse..."

Being able to speak under such a terrifying Qi field already made him far stronger than the other Gate Organization members. He was, after all, one of the five General Kings.

"I can manage about two-thirds." Black Mask spoke icily, sweat dripping from his chin.

He slowly turned his head to look at Shadow Crane.

Shadow Crane gave a bitter laugh. "Three-quarters, maybe fifty meters left..."

The remaining four General Kings had begun to separate from the main group and move forward. They were estimating their limits based on their own strength and the environment.

"Damn it, do we need to be extreme combat artists just to qualify to approach the Golem Sect's master!? And that's only to qualify?!" The long-silent fifth General King spoke up. He was actually worse off, since he was unable even to cover one-fifth of the distance. After all, he was the weakest among the five General Kings.

Shadow Crane shook his head and raised his arm to point at the sky with difficulty. "Qualify? Don't forget. He's diverted most of his energy to grasp Black Rain Manor and is trying to drag the second Black Rain Manor down to the ground... What we're enduring is only the scraps of his leftover energy."

"Fuck, what a colossal pervert!" The fifth General King cursed under his breath. He couldn't come up with words like devil or god, only the crudest terms to express his shock. To him, Golem Sect's master had become utterly incomprehensible, surpassing their entire level of existence. He was simply the world's greatest pervert!

At the same time, situations similar to the Gate Organization's kept repeating on every main road leading to the Baptism Chapel. The Alphama direct bloodline Blood Race, the Eclipse Society, and the Totem Temple forces had barged into Cassius's Dominator Fist Qi field. One by one, they felt as if they had plunged into viscous glue as they labored to move forward.

Terrifying energy weighed down on them. It was as though an invisible hand was pressing on their shoulders, forcing them bit by bit to kneel. That domineering Will issued commands that allowed no resistance. The weaker ones among the three forces kept collapsing as they advanced. Their bodies gave way under the pressure, bursting apart and splattering blood everywhere. Only a few strong ones could keep moving.

On the western road, several high-ranking Blood Race members exuding a fearful aura staggered forward. Blood kept bursting and spraying from between the gaps of their tailored suits. Each step they lifted left a bloody footprint. But they closed the distance little by little.

The clothes of these high-ranking Blood Race had been torn apart, revealing their strongest half-human, half-bat forms. Yet their movement still resembled a tortoise crawl.

On the southern road, two Moon God statues led the way, radiating brilliant silver moonlight from their disks. However, the moonlight that could once cover dozens of kilometers now formed a halo less than half a meter wide around the statues. The Eclipse Society's executives stood within that halo, struggling forward with caution.

They had been numerous at first, since the statues were quite large. However, as the pressure grew, the statues' halo kept shrinking until each arc could hold only one person. Thus, the Eclipse Society members were miserably eliminated one after another. Those who overreached and ventured too deep were crushed the moment they left the halo. They merely became indistinct piles of flesh on the ground.

On the northern road, the Totem Temple's Totem Shamans advanced. Only the Great Shamans of the first force remained, their totem markings working almost to the limit as they shone as bright as incandescent lamps. Each Great Shaman had invoked their strongest defensive totems to resist the pressure, yet they kept being eliminated. In the end, only a few Great Shamans could endure.

If anyone could look down at Black Rain Manor from the sky, they would see a strange and eerie sight. Beneath the giant cloud hand, a crimson figure stood silently atop the meteorite.

His domineering, terrifying Qi eliminated all the weak whose strength fell short. Some were crushed to death while others knelt piously on the ground. Only the truly strong, the three or four of the mightiest from the world's top factions, were qualified to approach.

It was like a golden stairway of pilgrimage. The weak could only stand on the first step and gaze upward, while regional lords arduously climbed just to see Cassius for a single glance. As things stood, they might not even manage that one glance. The gap was a gulf almost impossible to cross.

This filled every faction that had entered Black Rain Manor with despair, except for the Golem Sect disciples. They gathered and entered the Dominator Fist Qi field together. Yet, strangely, the Qi field only wrapped around them, without any dreadful pressure. They merely felt a gentle breeze brushing their faces. The disciples looked at the Decaying Knights kneeling on both sides, embedded in the bricks, yet could not feel their pain firsthand.

Some armored arms supporting bodies creaked, while others had bent until their upper bodies snapped. Some others were even crushed flat, black liquid spilling everywhere.

The Golem Sect disciples pointed and commented, finding the scene quite amusing. Some even mischievously poked and kicked at them. Who could hit them within this Dominator Fist Qi field? Who could strike a Golem Sect disciple? It was the Golem Sect's master himself who had released this terrifying Dominator Fist Qi! It was only natural that countless Decaying Knights knelt in submission.