The man in the tattered windbreaker and top hat widened his eyes in disbelief as he looked at the black figure before him.
'When?'
The man's throat moved a few times, trying to spit out the question, but [Acard Knife]'s Powerful attack coupled with [Soul Hunt]'s attribute had reached Extreme attack, causing lethal damage to the man. All he could do was raise his arm helplessly and point at Kieran.
Then, the man's arm fell down and his body crumbled.
Fuuu!
In this basement, it was as if a force four or five gale was blowing. Translucent figures appeared one after another.
Layers upon layers, densely packed together, looking like a compressed sardine can.
Most of the translucent figures looked lost, their eyes dull and lifeless, their illusory bodies drifting like smoke.
The rest were filled with fear.
They looked at each other with fear.
They looked at Kieran with fear as well.
One by one, they floated in the air, letting out hysterical screams.
Their screams couldn't be heard by common men, yet it shook one's soul.
Kieran raised a brow when he saw the Spirit authentication. [Acard Knife] perforated the arm of the first figure that screamed.
Tsss!
As if water was poured on a burning hot iron pillar, a cloud of smoke rose up and the soul was blown away by the wind.
All the screaming figures stopped right away.
They looked at Kieran with even more fear.
As for Kieran?
Kieran said word by word, "You are free now, so go to where you belong — right now, right now, right now."
Kieran emphasized the words, pressuring the figures even more.
After they looked at each other, the figure of a child was the first to move.
He turned into a firefly and floated further away.
The figure of a lady followed closely behind.
Two fireflies floated further and further away.
Like dominoes falling, the rest of the figures turned into fireflies one after another, including those who looked lost.
Countless fireflies gathered together and immediately lit up the unfinished building.
The people from the North looked at the scene blankly.
A lot of curious and meddlesome fellows walked over.
But most of them were watching from afar.
As for those who were familiar with what it was, they were all horrified.
Some of them even ran towards the busiest street in the North District.
Before they got close to the house surrounded by colorful lights, one of them shouted, "Master Yutenta! Master Yutenta! "
After a few continuous shouts, a man who was as fat as a mountain and was shirtless even in late autumn slowly squeezed out of the short house.
"Got it, got it."
"What are you shouting for?"
The fierce-looking fatty looked at the few people in front of him in a bad mood.
Under this fat man's glare, several big shots in the North District shuddered.
"I'm sorry, Master Yutenta, but …"
"I said I got it."
"If you want to live, stay away from there."
After saying that, the fat man squeezed back into the house.
A series of giggling female voices came from the house.
The few people outside the house knew the fat man's temper, so they didn't disturb him anymore. They ran back to their own turf and started to restrain their men.
Yutenta, who was in the house, lifted his head up from the pile of makeup and looked outside.
"Where did this bastard come from? He killed Fedora?"
"This bastard is not to be trifled with."
"I'm not going to risk my life."
"Thank god I sent Linda to the South Sector, otherwise I'd be in big trouble!"
Yutenta muttered softly. He turned around and put on a silly smile like a pervert, jumping back into the pile of makeup.
…
More and more people from the North District gathered at the abandoned building.
It wasn't good news for the Northerners.
Most of the Northerners didn't get along with each other, they would fight over a bottle of cheap wine, they had more enemies than friends.
Soon, one of the Northerners saw his enemy among the crowd.
Without making a sound, he pulled out a knife and quietly approached the enemy, stabbing him in the back.
"Hey, remember the bottle of wine last month?"
"You didn't think …"
The man with the knife laughed coldly when he saw his enemy fall to the ground in confusion. His heart was filled with delight, but before he could finish, a strong wind came from the back of his head.
Wuuu!
Bang!
The man with the knife didn't even have the chance to dodge, he was struck on the back of his head.
Without even making a sound, the man with the knife fell to the ground with a thud.
The man with the baseball bat didn't let him go, he aimed at the man's weak spot and started to beat him up.
Bang, Bang Bang!
The metal baseball bat struck the man's body, the heavy thuds mixed with the sound of bones breaking, instantly attracting the attention of all the Northerners.
Compared to the blinding lights, the Northerners were more used to the noise.
Even more so when they realized there were a lot of worthy targets around.
There was no signal.
There wasn't any prelude.
All it took was a clash of gazes or a disdainful smile. Suddenly, a chaotic battle broke out.
Roars.
Slashes.
It caused the unfinished building to become extremely noisy.
However, the few biggest gangs in the North didn't join the battle during the chaos, neither did they loot the burning house. They were like obedient babies, hiding in their own lairs.
It wasn't that they didn't want to.
It was that their boss didn't allow them to.
Of course, they didn't think their boss was afraid.
The foundation of being a boss in the North was to fight and be brave. Those who could live until now and enjoy the North Sector life were all cunning.
Everyone thought that their boss must have some kind of plan.
Therefore, they rubbed their palms and waited patiently.
However, in the room that the gangsters couldn't see, their boss was pale and nervous.
"Damn it!"
"Bastards!"
"Don't these bastards have any brains?"
"Why did they divide the cleansing area?"
"Do they really think it's for cleaning?"
One of the bosses was holding a special walkie-talkie, his voice filled with rage.
"If they had brains, we wouldn't have a chance."
A disdainful voice came from the walkie-talkie, followed by laughter from a few different voices.
"Guys, do you think that thing will appear?"
A voice suddenly came from the walkie-talkie. The laughter instantly stopped.
"What does it have to do with us whether it appears or not?
As long as we don't get close to that place and go clean the floor at dawn, we'll be fine.
Besides, killing some bastards is beneficial to us. "
"I've been provoked a lot lately."
The disdainful voice said again.
"Me too."
"Yeah, that's right."
Even the angry boss at first started to agree with the disdainful voice.
The disdain on Duen's face grew even heavier when he heard the reply.
A bunch of short-sighted bastards.
They had witnessed the transcendent power, yet they were still trapped in their own turf, not knowing how to seize the chance.
The conversation on the walkie-talkie ended soon enough.
Duen locked the walkie-talkie in the safe.
The North Sector had its own rules.
However, no one would have thought that the rules were made through the walkie-talkie. What was even more unexpected was that the few bosses who were supposed to be incompatible like fire and water had formed a secret alliance.
Duen was very proud of himself for forming the alliance.
At least, before he came in contact with the mystical power, he thought he had reached the peak of his life. Until … he met that lord.
He checked the safe again and again. Even though he didn't care about the so-called alliance, Duen didn't want to give up his advantage.
After making sure everything was in order, Duen quickly walked to the secret room beside him.
Unlike the luxurious office, the secret room was very simple.
There were no extra decorations, only a magic circle drawn on the cement floor and all kinds of materials placed inside.
Duen walked in and chanted the incantations softly.
A moment later, a corpse buried deep in the ground moved.
…
The battle cries continued. Kieran was standing on the roof of the unfinished building, looking down.
Everyone was fighting on their own.
Only a few of them had formed a group.
However, it didn't mean the group had the upper hand. Quite the contrary, once such a group was discovered, the others who were fighting on their own would join forces to kill the group. Then, they would continue fighting on their own.
There was no order to it.
The weapons used in battle were all sorts of strange things.
Machetes and sticks were the main weapons.
Chains and daggers were the secondary weapons.
Some people who had lost their weapons in the battle picked up bricks from the ground.
Those who didn't even have the chance to pick up bricks fought with their bare fists.
No doubt everyone who joined the chaotic battle was using an extremely barbaric way of fighting: making the best use of everything they had.
Chaos and death intertwined in the chaotic battle.
A while later, the ground was covered with a thick layer of bodies.
At least a hundred people lost their lives.
Blood dyed the whole area red.
Kieran looked at the scene coldly.
He was waiting for his opponent to show up.
According to Bloody Mary's intel, the monster known as Fedora that it killed before was just one of the two most famous monsters in the North.
The other fellow was the Combat Ghost!
Unlike Fedora, who kept a low profile, War Ghost was a lot more high-profile.
Every time there was a large scale battle, War Ghost would appear.
Regardless of friend or foe.
Tireless.
No pain.
War Ghost lived up to his name, he was like a mad ghost on the battlefield, wreaking havoc everywhere until he killed the last person he saw.
Regarding the legend of War Ghost, there was no need to ask the monsters in the North, everyone knew about it.
The unusual behavior made Kieran pay attention to it.
It was natural for him to be more vigilant against the monster.
Therefore, Kieran chose Fedora as his first target.
He needed to further unseal his strength.
As a matter of fact, the situation was much better than Kieran had imagined.
Fedora, who had become the legend of the North, had devoured a lot more souls than Kieran could imagine. After transcending those souls, Kieran's attributes were unsealed again.
His Spirit remained at A-, but his Strength, Agility, Constitution, and Intuition all reached A-.
The night wind was blowing.
Time and again, Kieran used the breathing method of the Dawn Knight Body Tempering Art to adjust and adapt to his strengthened body.
Suddenly, Kieran turned his eyes downstairs in a certain direction.
There, a tall and burly figure clad in full armor appeared.
The armor covered most of the figure's body, including his head and face.
No one could see what the figure looked like.
The heavy armor didn't affect the figure's movements at all.
The moment the figure appeared, he sprinted like a rhinoceros, dashing into the battlefield.
Bang Bang Bang!
Everyone in the path of the enemy's charge was sent flying.
Everyone who was knocked away suffered broken bones and torn tendons.
As if a pen was drawing a straight line on the ground or a knife cutting a piece of tofu, the charging figure split the chaotic battlefield in half.
When the figure turned around, the entire chaotic battlefield fell into silence.
A while later, a cry of shock sounded.
"War Ghost!"
"Run!"
After the cry, everyone started to scatter in all directions.
The valiance from before was completely gone.
The legend of War Ghost in the North was deeply rooted in everyone's heart.
One against a hundred.
One against a thousand.
Such an unbelievable legend had become a fact when it came to the War Ghost, and everyone believed it without a doubt.
Therefore, when one encountered War Ghost, one should not fight or resist. It was a widely acknowledged rule among the North Northerners.
Running away had also become a rule.
No one would laugh at you for running away from War Ghost.
On the contrary, anyone who could run away from War Ghost would be admired by all the Northerners. They would even say that the person was lucky.
This was because most of the people were torn to shreds by War Ghost when they ran away.
Just like that moment …
Tssss!
War Ghost raised his hand and grabbed the person who was closest to him. He exerted his strength and tore the person apart like he was tearing a piece of paper.
Then, War Ghost picked up the body that was split in half and tossed it left and right.
Bang Bang!
Two heavy thuds later, a couple of people who were running away were smashed to the ground.
War Ghost let out an inexplicable laugh. He didn't go after the people further away. Instead, he walked towards the people who were smashed to the ground.
Those who fell to the ground, those who could get up immediately got up and ran.
As for those who couldn't get up?
She hugged those who wanted to run away.
The people of the Northerners would not risk their lives to block a knife for others.
Even if they were to die, they would drag others down with them.
That was the motto of the Northerners.
Those who had their legs hugged struggled with all their might. They punched and kicked. Seeing War Ghost getting closer and closer, they became desperate.
An inexplicable laugh came from War Ghost's visor again.
It enjoyed this moment.
Killing its prey was the most boring thing.
It had to toy with them. That was the most interesting thing.
Only by doing that could it become stronger.
Come on!
Come on!
More power!
Power that surpassed mortals!
The desire in the bottom of its heart made the War Ghost raise its foot. It wanted to crush the bones of the prey in front of it little by little, but just as it raised its foot, a black shadow descended from the sky and stepped on its body before it could land its foot on the ground.
Bang!
War Ghost's body was smashed to the ground.
A sharp knife pierced through the gap in the armor.
Puff!
Thick and stinky black blood spurted out.
But War Ghost didn't stop struggling. It raised its arm and grabbed at Kieran. However, Kieran was faster. The sharp knife in his hand flashed coldly and went through the gap in the armor of War Ghost's elbows.
Then, the crotch.
Then, the knee.
When Kieran stepped on War Ghost's chest and stood up, War Ghost could only wriggle.
But Kieran's attack wasn't over yet.
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