Bizarre Realm-Chapter 367 - 24: Warlock Clan (Part 3)

"Target locked."

Shawn locked onto the target’s psychic waves, and his figure floated in the air, swiftly pursuing the direction in which the other was fleeing.

The target fled the city without looking back, and upon nearing the city wall, shot out a grappling hook, swiftly scaling over the ten-meter-high wall and disappearing into the darkness of a forest.

Over ten minutes later.

A tall and slender figure emerged from the shadows, took off his hood, looked at his companion beside him and said, "Infiltration failed."

"The headquarters suddenly showed a Demon Eye."

"I was discovered."

"There was simply no time to enter underground and retrieve the Sealed Object, the Horn Clan might have again brought help, everyone immediately disperse and retreat."

It seems to be a misunderstanding.

Upon hearing the Demon Hunter Instructor’s words, the three men and two women present couldn’t help but look tense, instantly extinguishing the campfire. Their strength wasn’t very formidable, ranging between Tier One and Tier Two, quite likely they were newly trained demon hunter recruits. Demon hunters are different from Night Watchers; they have their own training camps, passed down from the souls of the Otherworld, graduating at an Extraordinary Level Five or above. A competent demon hunter needs to be proficient in all military weapons and master at least five Rune Spells.

Just as they were preparing to leave, a low male voice suddenly arose, "What exactly happened here?"

Who?

The demon hunters present turned alertly, with someone even instantly raising their sleeve arrow, smeared with potent toxin.

——Human Immobilization Technique!

Shawn’s figure slowly appeared. He gently raised a finger, and a young demon hunter was instantly pinned in place.

The demon hunter instructor’s expression turned extremely grave, placing his hand on the sword hilt, and at his side rested two pistols, but he evidently trusted his swordsmanship more. He said in a deep voice, "Who are you?"

Shawn glanced at him and said calmly, "Death Pilgrim."

Out here, identities are self-given.

Death Pilgrim?

Upon hearing Shawn’s words, the demon hunter instructor’s expression became more cautious, saying in a deep voice, "What proof do you have?"

Upon hearing this, Shawn furrowed his brow, contemplating, then said flatly, "Do you recognize this?"

A badge inscribed with stars and wheats emerged.

The demon hunter instructor’s pupils instantly contracted, seemingly recognizing this badge, and bowed his head in shock, saying, "You are the chief’s disciple?"

Shawn neither confirmed nor denied.

He said in a deep voice, "What exactly happened here? Why didn’t you request help from nearby Path of Death legacies?"

Everyone is nearly dead, isn’t it time we call for aid?

Upon hearing this, the demon hunter’s face revealed a trace of a grim smile, saying in a low voice, "All the messengers for aid have disappeared."

Hmm?

Upon hearing the words, Shawn’s expression turned extremely grave, asking in a deep voice, "All disappeared?"

"Yes," the demon hunter instructor bowed his head, saying, "including my mentor."

"All communication ceased."

The entire demon hunter legacy is left with only a few small fries, middle and upper ranks almost wiped out completely.

Shawn was silent for a moment and said, "Horn Clan has been corrupted?"

The demon hunter instructor nodded and said, "Yes. By the time we realized it was already late. They launched attacks on the Crow’s Nest."

Shawn took a deep breath and said slowly, "Has the Death Path’s demigod been corrupted too?"

"Or just standing idly by?"

Since spending so much time with Aemon, Shawn had a very low moral standard for the other Death Demigods because many had lost their humanity.

Without a Death Demigod pulling the strings, he couldn’t believe the information would be so tightly sealed.

A metropolis with nearly a million residents.

If you imagine the worst intentions of the mastermind behind the scenes, what could these million people do?

Ring City was shrouded in a bizarre ritual power.

For the entities of the Path of Death, this city was already a rich resource, and Shawn also felt a hint of ’plague’ breath, the entire city cloaked in the stench of a waste pit, and with a bit of undead plague, it would be like lighting a powder keg!

The depths of this matter are enormous.

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