Thud~ Thud, thud, thud.
From the quiet streets and at the entrance of the dark and gloomy alley where deep-red blood flowed, an object that looked like a bowling ball rolled slowly from the dark into the alley before stopping at Tang Qi's feet.
Tang Qi didn't move. Neither did he kick it away.
He only glanced at it quietly before his eyes followed the crooked trail of blood and looked towards that dark area.
There stood a big and tall figure. Beside his feet was a headless corpse.
No questions about it, its head was right beside Tang Qi's feet.
It was a boorish human head. With messy hair like a lion's mane and a thick and bushy beard, the head was filled with a wild aura. Except that the fierce-looking face was instead sporting an expression that was a mix of fear and an unwillingness to admit defeat — perhaps because he saw the murderer, or perhaps because he witnessed his beloved pets being shot dead.
At this point, Tang Qi probably also didn't have the leisure to pick up the head and return it to its owner.
At the bottom of his vision, a few special interfaces appeared.
The first to enter his sight was regarding those seven gigantic wolfdogs.
[Supernatural Creature: Hybrid Hellhound]
[Status: Dead]
[Information Fragment 1: Mr. Scana was incredibly obsessed with the novel "Hellhound". He thought that those frightening devilish wolfdogs could be created in real life through crossbreeding and hybridization methods. For this, he offered up everything he had. Originally, his efforts were destined to fail. However, the return of the Spirit Tide altered the outcome.]
[Information Fragment 2: These crossbred hybrid wolfdogs possess extraordinary strength, speed, and a bloodthirsty temperament. To feed them, Mr. Scana also turned into a devilish man in the end. Every time midnight comes, he would bring his precious babies out to hunt and sacrifice innocent passersby or the homeless.]
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Just like his first impression, these gigantic wolfdogs were indeed supernatural beings.
It was just a shame that their extraordinary strength and speed couldn't protect them from the carnage brought about by firearms.
And their owner, the brawny man named Mr. Scana, was also already lying in two pieces now. His body was on the opposite end while his head was over here. As for a special interface, there wasn't one, probably because Mr. Scana was just a wicked man who had turned devilish but didn't receive the acknowledgment of the supernatural realm.
But all these weren't important, because what was making Tang Qi on edge and his hair stand on end was the big and tall shadow slowly emerging from the dark opposite him.
It was a tall guy. He was very skinny and had a disproportionate body and limbs. He wore some kind of cleaner's uniform and was very filthy and smelly. What was noteworthy were the two gleaming kitchen knives he held in the hands of his arms that hung past his knees.
Malice, a sense of malice that was close to setting Tang Qi's entire self off into a rampage came shrouding over.
Before he had deactivated the Mark of Misfortune, this was the strongest and most intense of all the waves of malice he detected.
Thus, the answer was already very obvious.
"In the plains, when several predators are eyeing the same luscious prey, only the strongest of them can step forward to launch the first attack?"
"And you. You're the strongest among these monsters?"
As Tang Qi spoke, his hands moved at the same time. A hand reached into the pocket of his trousers and then withdrew again swiftly, while his other hand flicked and opened up Blood Python No.1. As though an illusion, within half a breath, he had already reloaded his gun.
At this point, that big and tall figure still hadn't made any move. He merely tilted his filthy and unidentifiable face, staring at Tang Qi as if he found him intriguing.
That expression on his face was like when one stood in a narrow and cramped toilet and at their feet was a cockroach crawling slowly. They had no intention of letting it off; they were merely just considering which leg to use, at what angle, and how much strength they should use to kill it.
In the surrounding darkness, those furtive gazes similarly didn't affect him.
In this region, he wasn't the king that reigned over all. But he could sense that with every passing day, his power was constantly increasing at a speed that far surpassed all his "brethren" in the darkness.
Perhaps there may come a day!
Where I can come out in the day and chop off the heads of all those humans and stack them up. Into a mountain? Or a castle?
Yes, this sounds like a pretty good idea.
Bang!
He was still lost in his own thoughts when the air in front of him exploded.
Fireworks carrying the smell of sulfur bloomed in the darkness. A brass bullet enveloped in a faint golden flare shot towards his head. Then, another five muffled bangs rang out in quick succession, and five more rays of golden light came shooting at him.
Bullets that easily shot the Hybrid Hellhounds dead and a firing speed and angle that calibrated automatically completely sealed off all the weird tall guy's paths of retreat and areas he could dodge.
Since he was a monster, as long as he came into contact with the power of the furnace, he would definitely suffer significant damage.
Tang Qi had already verified this through the Witch of Misfortune. Since the power of the furnace was of a supernatural grade comparable to the magic power of misfortune, then all the "monstrosities" born in this city logically shouldn't be able to withstand it.
After firing all the bullets, Tang Qi's hands didn't rest at all. All the Chaga Fighting Technique's mechanics were used to reload the gun.
What was stuffed into Blood Python No.1 this time were sea monster bullets.
His forehead, the back of his neck, and his underarms were drenched in perspiration.
Due to the Meditation Method, not only was Tang Qi sensitive to the emotions of humans, he could also sense danger equally well.
He wasn't very nervous when he was killing the artist and the hellhounds earlier.
But this wasn't the case now. He could sense waves of terrifying malice encircling him in his surroundings. His back felt as if it was being pricked by numerous needles.
"Although the light has gone out, the moths aren't willing to leave."
"Perhaps killing the biggest one might intimidate them."
Thoughts came and went swiftly within Tang Qi's mind. After reloading Blood Python No.1, he raised it once more. Just as flames were about to shoot out of the muzzle of the gun.
Ding~ Ding, ding.
Ring~Ring~
Buzz~ Bam.
The silvery gleam of knives flashed a total of six times and shattered all the bullets. Right after, a shadow instantly closed up the distance between the two of them and appeared right in front of Tang Qi, almost as though he had teleported. It was so fast that Tang Qi was only in time to lift his arm. And then, he felt as though he had been run over by a speeding car.
His body crashed into the wall at an outrageously fast speed. As brick fragments flew everywhere, the recoil also caused blinding pain to Tang Qi's back and made the area between his chest and abdomen churn intensely.
Pfft!
Undoubtedly, he had thrown up blood.
At the same time, he also realized that the power of his opponent this time was far beyond what he had imagined.
Tang Qi raised his head with great difficulty, staring at that big and tall figure taking step after step towards him. In this instant, that tall guy had already become different from what he was in the beginning.
Poofs could be heard simultaneously coming from the guy's back and the area under his rib cage. Two pairs of arms that were similarly outrageously long burst through his flesh and reached out. The amazing and strange thing about it was that all of them were also holding knives of the same style.
Blood trickled and dripped. Its head creaked as it turned in an anti-clockwise direction. On its plain-looking face, its lips curled up into a savage smile. Its mouth started splitting apart slowly, all the way until it reached the ears, revealing the saw-like teeth and shadowy larynx inside…
At the same time as it took step after step towards Tang Qi, it was as if all the hellhound carcasses with their heads blown apart that it passed by suddenly turned into fabric that was being slashed into ribbons by sharp blades.
Rip, rip, rip.
Tear~
They were ripped into pieces. Blood sprayed madly everywhere, turning the dark and gloomy alley into a scene straight out of hell.
Obsessive-compulsive disorder?
Or just purely a pastime of mutilating dead bodies?
Tang Qi narrowed his eyes slightly, watching the tall humanoid monster coming towards him. At the bottom of his vision, a familiar special interface finally appeared.