Returning to the Mysterious Era-Chapter 339 - Emotionless Instant Kill

The thick scent of blood mingled with the wind. It made people feel as if they were standing in a slaughterhouse, watching more than twenty pigs being beheaded. The stinking, viscous blood splashed all over Ace of Spades and King of Spades. Blood trickled down their expressionless faces, but they remained motionless, as the horrifying scene before them was far more shocking than the nauseating smell.

Cassius stood majestically under the blood rain. The air seemed to form a thin membrane around his body that deflected all the blood. His clothes remained as immaculate as when he began.

"Heh heh..." A dying laugh occasionally echoed from the wall.

King of Spades shuddered when he met Cassius's blue-black eyes and snapped out of his shock. Beside him, the sales department’s Ace of Spades was still muttering to himself.

"They died just like that? More than twenty bio-humans killed in one encounter? They won't revive later, will they... Aren't these monsters supposed to be undying and indestructible?"

"Undying and indestructible?" Cassius's deep voice rang out as he smiled faintly. "Nothing in this world is undying and indestructible, whether monsters or anything else. Even if gods exist, they can be killed! What you think is undying is merely because you haven't found the right method and have been deceived by appearances. These things are called Dead Blood and hail from an organization called the Blood Spirit Society. They're not bio-humans. These low-level Dead Blood have two weaknesses, the heart and the head. Slightly higher-level ones only have one weakness, the head. Of course, their bodies can mutate to protect vital points. For example, they can harden their skull or transform the bones in front of the heart into a protective plate..."

"So... that's how it is," Ace of Spades murmured. He suddenly noticed Cassius's velvet gloves, which were the symbol of high-ranking members in the Ace of Spades organization. The back of the gloves had the emblem of the Jack of Diamonds.

"You're Wind Elephant!?" Ace of Spades exclaimed with wide eyes.

"Heh heh... That title needs a change now..." Cassius smiled, narrowing his eyes slightly.

He turned slightly as rapid footsteps rang out behind him. A large number of personnel from the antiques department's assassination division had arrived, led by Gentleman, the Jack of Spades, Professor, the Queen of Spades, and four other high-ranking members.

All wore velvet gloves, standing solemnly behind Cassius and clearly indicating the hierarchy.

"Master Wind Elephant!" A multitude of assassins from the Ace of Spades organization suddenly shouted in unison, including the six high-ranking members from the antiques and assassination departments.

Ace of Spades and King of Spades's expressions changed as they involuntarily stepped back. Their throats tightened, leaving them speechless. A chill ran down their spines and their hair stood on end. It seemed unexpected changes had occurred within the organization. Had the antiques and assassination department changed leadership?

"Did you hear that? So..."

It didn’t even take a second...

"Master Wind Elephant!!!" Ace of Spades and King of Spades both shouted loudly, despite their age. Their voices were full of vigor and their eyes were bright with loyalty, as if they'd been Cassius's capable subordinates for years.

In contrast, the Ace of Diamonds following them was a beat slower and his voice lacked volume. He looked bewildered.

Behind Cassius, Gentleman and Professor raised their eyebrows, inwardly admiring these old foxes who had risen to department heads. They certainly had a knack for assessing the situation and adjusting accordingly.

In contrast, the naive Ace of Diamonds seemed too wooden and immature. He was clearly the type who often found himself in tight spots.

A few minutes later, Cassius quickly grasped the specifics.

It turned out the Deputy Leader of the Ace of Spades organization had sent three small fry to hasten the plan. Since they hadn’t been strong enough, they had been hammered half to death by a horde of Dead Blood.

They even caused significant losses to the transport and sales departments. How arrogant and foolish.

Cassius slightly turned to look at the unconscious curly-haired man in the corner. His breath was weak like a dead dog. If he was left unattended, he'd bleed to death in a few minutes.

"Saving such a fool would only waste my vibration energy..." He turned around without a trace of regret.

"Aish, I didn't expect that the three experts sent by the Deputy Leader couldn't defeat the bio—no, Dead Blood. They seemed so strong this morning when they claimed to be experts from the Psychokinesis Association who could even block bullets. Who would've thought..." King of Spades continued lamenting.

"Wait, did you say Psychokinesis Association? Do they possess an invisible psychokinetic ability they can use at will?" Cassius suddenly interjected.

If he remembered correctly, Bass was also from the neo-human Psychokinesis Association. There shouldn't be another organization like it in the world.

"Yes, sir," King of Spades nodded.

Half a minute later...

The curly-haired man was sinking into a deep, icy abyss, as he felt his warmth slowly draining away. Suddenly, he felt someone pulling him.

He awoke abruptly, opening his eyes. The morning sunlight cast golden halos on the man before him, outlining a god-like handsome silhouette. His golden hair fluttered brilliantly like the Lion King or King of Light. He was powerful, majestic, and inexplicably righteous.

"You're finally awake. Tell me your name..." The deep voice echoed by his ear like an angel's whisper from the clouds. The man's face before him was blurry, shrouded in a mysterious veil, both distant and towering. It made him irresistibly want to follow and pour out his heart to him.

"Ray, my name is Ray, sir," the curly-haired man hurriedly said, as if grasping his only hope of escaping hell. His vision blurred as he suddenly saw a hand slowly reaching for his forehead.

A minute later, Cassius tossed the unconscious Ray to his subordinates, his palm shaking slightly as he flicked away a smear of blood from his fingertips. He had just used Qi intimidation to overlay the Golem life magnetic field, achieving a hypnotic effect that firmly imprinted a figure in Ray's mind.

If all went as expected, even after Ray recovered and saw Cassius again, he would instinctively feel awe and admiration, associating the majestic figure in his mind with Cassius. It essentially forced the experience of that special moment onto every encounter between them.

This was an experiment with his own life's essence. Of course, Cassius also implanted a Golem Seed in Ray. He still had some value.

First of all, he hadn't expected the Two Jokers to have channels to contact neo-human experts. That was a bit surprising. But now that Ray had been subdued, things would become simpler; Cassius wouldn't need to trouble himself deceiving others to come.

Additionally, Ray was one of the five A-rank psychokinesis masters in the Psychokinesis Association. The association was a prominent force among neo-humans. While Bass was also from the association, his status was too low. On the other hand, Ray was ideal for quickly intervening and taking control of the entire association. He could even exert significant influence over the neo-human group.

Pure Black Demonic Water was also an important component in Cassius's plan in establishing the organization. Perhaps the highest-grade Pure Black Demonic Water might still have some effect in accelerating cultivation for someone of his level. He needed to decisively intervene where necessary.

He was effectively making an early strategic move.

"Master Wind Elephant, Duststorm is still entangled in a firefight with our people. Based on previous situations, Duststorm's top five assassins are all..." But King of Spades was suddenly interrupted.

"Don't waste words. Just kill our way in," Cassius commanded.

Cassius started walking toward the other end of the street. The personnel from the antiques and assassination department followed without hesitation. The air was filled with a chilling aura.

Gunmen from the transport and sales departments were being beaten back by Duststorm, with personnel losses exceeding forty percent.

Corpses lay everywhere, blood flowed, and smoke filled the air.

Bang!

A sudden gunshot rang out. The sniper claimed another target as the chest of an assassin from Ace of Spades firing on the street burst into a spray of blood. He collapsed instantly.

"Lino!" a nearby friend shouted.

Another bang rang out, and his companion also fell. His head had been blown open.

"Damn it, the Gun King is too much of a threat!" Two or three gunmen hiding in nearby buildings cursed under their breath.

A hundred meters away, a tall, thin man stood motionless atop a building, his expression cold as he searched for his next target. He slowly reached out, using a piece of rubble to carve a mark into the ground. There were now sixteen white marks.

It represented the sixteenth prey that the Gun King had sniped.

Now, he was seeking the seventeenth. The sniper rifle slightly shifted; the scope's view moved from the street corner, past burning cars, and finally fixed in place.

A man in a black trench coat was swaggered down the other side of the street. His brilliant golden hair was highly conspicuous.

At that speed and that hair color, if you don't die, who will? Heh heh... The Gun King sneered inwardly.

He was about to pull the trigger when he saw the golden-haired youth in his scope suddenly turn toward him, as if sensing he was being aimed at. A hundred meters away, a pair of eagle-like eyes stared directly at him.

"Fuck, that scared me! Go to hell!" The Gun King cursed.

He pulled the trigger and a bullet cut through a hundred meters of air, aiming straight for the youth's smooth forehead. If it hit, he could enjoy the scene of a skull exploding. It was the Gun King's perverse hobby. He loved blowing people's heads off.

Whoosh! Ding!

A hand suddenly blocked the golden-haired youth's forehead. As it slowly lowered, it revealed a smiling face.

The youth opened his palm deliberately as if to show the Gun King. A brass-colored sniper bullet was nestled in it!

He pinched the bullet between two fingers, holding it upright in front of his face, as if making a crude aiming gesture.

"He blocked the bullet!? What's he doing?" The Gun King wondered.

The youth suddenly flicked the bullet toward him.

Whoosh! A sharp whistling sound pierced the air.

A bullet, following the original trajectory but with greater force, plunged into the sniper scope, blew through the Gun King's eyeball and burst out the back of his head.

Thud.

The blood-stained head drooped onto the ground.

It was the Gun King's favorite way to die—a headshot.

One hundred and fifty meters away, a man with a cigarette in his mouth and a long blade in hand leaped through the buildings like a cheetah. He wore a vest, exposing strong, muscular arms adorned with poppy tattoos.

Swordsman's sharp eyes locked onto his target. When he saw the terror in his opponent's eyes, he leaped up, soaring a meter into the air. Gripping the blade with both hands, he executed his favorite, most violent slash.

The body would be split in two with one slash. It was quite satisfying.

"Die!!!" he roared.

As Swordsman swiftly descended, his beast-like blood-red pupils suddenly reflected a massive black shadow.

A black car had somehow flown in from the right side of the building like a cannonball, crashing through glass and spinning rapidly toward Swordsman. The car's windshield reflected the bewildered expression on his face.

Boom!!! Crash!

The car slammed Swordsman into the wall with immense force, causing the entire building to shake. The car's body was compressed by the speed of its flight, with its metal twisted into waves.

Survival was impossible.

Five meters away, a gunman from Ace of Spades, who had been fearfully awaiting death, stood dumbfounded, his messy hair in disarray.

"Swordsman... was killed by a car?"

At the street intersection, by the main entrance of Shuiyun Hall, a roadside tree was burning fiercely. It sent waves of intense heat radiating down the street.

"I heard your nickname is Warhammer and you're very strong. You like using an iron hammer the size of half a human torso to smash people's bodies. Why don't we see whose hammer is bigger..."

Warhammer, holding a hammer as thick as a wrist on his shoulder, stared blankly at the golden-haired man before him who was talking to himself.

The youth also had a "hammer" on his shoulder. It was a marble heavy pillar pulled from some building. It had a diameter of two people and was over four meters long. It blocked the sunlight, casting a large shadow over Warhammer's face.

That was still a hammer? Fuck! Why don't you carry the whole building over?

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The massive marble pillar slammed down on Warhammer with a loud boom, completely erasing any trace of his existence. The ground shook, cracks spreading over half the street.

Cassius walked slowly past the newly installed pillar in the street. He headed toward the hall without looking back, leaving behind a crowd whose faces were full of admiration for his strength.

At the same time, a young gentleman in a suit saw off his guests at the back door of the hall, lightly lifting his black top hat. Leaning on a purple wooden cane with an elegant posture that exuded an old-fashioned demeanor, Adam couldn't help muttering to himself. "The core members of the Gate Organization are asking me again for information on the densely populated areas of Beiliu County cities... Could there be some big move again?"

Boom!

A loud noise outside the hall interrupted his thoughts.

Adam frowned, tapping the ground lightly with his cane. "A group of humans has come knocking? And why haven’t they been dealt with after so long?"

"What a bunch of useless fools. I have to handle this myself..."

He gracefully walked out.