Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 152 - Red Mask and Giant (4/5)

Chapter 152 -152 Red Mask and Giant (4/5)

At the end of the street, in a pit, the flesh of the Polluter was still giving off warm breath—a sight only seen when fresh flesh contacts air.

If it were the original Masked Man, this would certainly not be normal.

Because Polluters are Abnormalities contaminated by the Power of the Evil God.

Their flesh should have mutated, turned into vine-like intestines, but emitting such warm breath shouldn’t happen.

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This scene further validated the Information Fragment that flashed through Tang Qi’s eyes.

The Evil God’s Power inside these Polluters was expelled by another mighty force.

Thus, they returned to their original appearances.

Which is ordinary, at most a bit more robust humans, and for such humans, being transformed into the state in front would naturally happen.

“Only a power of the same Level or even more formidable can expel the Evil God’s Power.”

“So, is this the reliance of the Mellon Family?”

Tang Qi glanced at the lump of flesh and then shifted his gaze to the grass on the other side, where two more pits had formed and not far around the corner, a smashed police car was crammed with a mass of flesh.

Clearly, these were the Danger Sources Stanna was referring to.

Without exception, all were dead Polluters.

These bodies made Tang Qi even more curious about the power of Polluters, which he was well aware of.

A single Mask Polluter indeed wasn’t considered powerful unless it activated those secret techniques that eventually lead to loss of control in exchange for power; otherwise, it’s just a regular Abnormality. However, Tang Qi suspected not every Polluter possessed such techniques.

Individually they might not be powerful, but when combined, their collective combat strength could increase significantly.

This, Tang Qi had witnessed many times outside the Dark Factory.

Like the “Ogre,” “Human Centipede,” and “Stinky Giant,” each has considerable fighting ability, but in the end, they all died under the union of Polluters.

Tang Qi believed that at this moment, in that black fog, which is to say, in Larry Brown’s home, there must be many Polluters.

Perhaps at least several squads guarding.

This confirmed Tang Qi’s earlier guess that the other competitor against Ronald Kerry is the spokesperson of the Hastu Club.

It also confirmed that the Avenger sent by the Mellon family was extremely powerful.

“Perhaps, at a Professional Level?”

Immediately, a guess arose in Tang Qi’s mind.

A well-founded guess—if it were not a Professional Level presence, it’s unlikely they would have so easily killed these Polluters.

“More curious now, really want to go in and watch the battle.”

Tang Qi muttered, unable to hold back his steps.

In his mind, he was already imagining an incredibly spectacular battle, one side being the Avenger sent by the Mellon family, the other side being the masked Polluters. From the current scene of just Polluter corpses, it is evident that the Mellon family has the upper hand.

If it were the old Tang Qi, knowing such a battle was happening, his first thought would be to steer clear.

But now, with the unexpected expansion of his strength, Tang Qi himself also “expanded.”

Of course, not a literal expansion.

Tang Qi was very clear about his own strength; his combat power currently stemmed from the Fog Body combined with Gacha Combat Technique, paired with Blood Python One and Heige’s resentment, alongside Judgement and the recently advanced “Red,” among other means.

He was confident that facing a Professional Level existence, he might not be able to win, but he was more than capable of defending himself.

Just as he was about to take the first step, the dark fog in front suddenly began to contract violently.

Like a receding tide, it disappeared from everyone’s sight at a visible pace.

Soon, the entire neighborhood came into everyone’s view.

“Clap~clap~clap~clap”

The sound of applause suddenly erupted from the front of the most luxurious villa in the center of the neighborhood.

There, stood more than a dozen human figures.

They were all dressed in suits, just like those Polluters.

But if the two were to stand together, no one would confuse them.

Their demeanoring was worlds apart.

The Polluters exuded an eerie, twisted aura that sent shivers down one’s spine.

While these overly muscular Big Men exuded a savage, fierce temperament, akin to wild beasts ready to devour at any moment.

They stood there, with thick blood under their feet that flowed out from the villa, with excessive amounts of blood that even had bits of flesh and eyeballs floating in it, allowing the detectives to catch glimpses of the inside of the villa.

The bodies, hardly a single one was intact, terrifyingly shattered, lying on the ground, hanging from chandeliers, or stuck to the walls, just like the scenes described in legends of Purgatory.

The most eye-catching sight was the pile of bodies at the center, a miniature view of the scene.

They were all Polluters.

This conclusion was drawn because there were white mask fragments scattered over them.

At the top was a red mask.

Tang Qi’s gaze shifted there, and a ghost light immediately converged into a vision.

[Curios: Hastu Mask (Red).]

[State: Intact.]

[Information Fragment: A mask polluted by the Power of Unknown Evil God, harder and more functional than the white mask, but it not being smashed indicates another reason.]

“To invoke Shock?”

Tang Qi’s gaze shifted from the mask and then rested on the lead figure among the “Beastly Men.”

The retracting black fog was all absorbed into a small black sphere held in his palm.

This was a giant nearly three meters tall, his upper body already devoid of any clothes, exposing terrifying muscles and crisscross scars, his face ordinary but unforgettable to anyone who glanced at him once.

Because he had a pair of terrifying eyes that seemed to directly transmit Fear and Death.

Almost all detectives, after making eye contact, instinctively lowered their heads, daring not to look again.

Several of those with weaker wills even trembled with fear.

And this giant, looking at the detectives from Messer Police Station, also displayed undisguised contempt.

He put away the small sphere, and then stomping on the bloody stains, he clapped his hands as he approached the people.

His arrogant, domineering words drilled into the detectives’ ears.

“I heard you guys tipped off Larry Brown, the Red Rat, during the day. Pity, that rubbish who thought he struck a good deal refused you and even asked Ross, that disgusting thing, for so many useless treats to help.”

“But what’s the use? Trash will always be trash.”