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Chapter 85 Sloan's Betrayal into the Abyss

The moment the scarlet symbol took shape.

Suddenly, a burst of blood-red light erupted inside the enormous circular study.

The six corpses, including Firefox and the gunsmith, were instantly drained of their life force by the blood-red symbol on the ground in the instant the blood light blazed.

After absorbing the essence of the flesh and blood of six top assassins, the crimson symbol on the ground suddenly twisted and even extended crimson tentacles, enveloping Sloan, who was located in the center of the crimson symbol.

No.

To be precise, the crimson symbol, which had absorbed the essence of the flesh and blood of six top assassins and appeared even more eerie, wrapped around and grabbed Sloan's body, and then mysteriously burrowed into his gradually decaying body through the pores on his skin.

Then it became the best nourishment for Sloan's body, prompting his body to undergo a transformation.

After absorbing the essence of flesh and blood from six top assassins, Sloan's body underwent a complete transformation within the eerie, scarlet-colored symbols.

Just a dozen seconds later.

When Sloan stood up again, there was not a single wrinkle left on his aged body.

Beneath that dark, glossy skin, the muscles that had been withered had become plump again.

Sloan lightly stomped his leather shoes on the ground, and like a giant bat, he leaped five or six meters in an instant, landing outside the dried-out corpses that had been drained of moisture.

Feeling the explosive power within him that had returned to its peak, even several times stronger than when he was at his peak, Sloan's face revealed an indescribable intoxication and madness.

"This feeling of possessing immense power is truly intoxicating!"

"cross?"

"Heh, you'll soon find out that no matter how strong you are, you're still just a mortal."

The thought of the Assassin Brotherhood traitor who had driven him to such a state of exhaustion recently ignited an unusually bloodthirsty killing intent in Sloan's eyes.

To become the leader of an assassin organization like the textile factory, which has a history of over a thousand years, Sloan was once the textile factory's most powerful assassin.

However, with his control over power and his advancing age and declining health, Sloan has not truly made a move for far too long, so long that everyone has forgotten just how powerful Sloan once was.

of course.

Having not fought for too long and whose body was no longer what it used to be, Sloan was indeed no match for the Cross.

But all of this changed after last night.

Last night, Cross killed his only son with his own hands, completing a spiritual transformation.

It became increasingly terrifying and impenetrable.

Sloan also overheard the whispers of the "devil" by chance.

Sloan, who had already been abandoned by God (his name appeared on the fabric of fate's loom), did not hesitate to throw himself into the devil's embrace and fall completely into the abyss.

After the fall.

Suddenly, all sorts of incredible knowledge appeared in Sloan's mind, and his body underwent a transformation under the nourishment of an unknown power.

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the other side.

The moment Sloan successfully absorbed the essence of the flesh and blood of six top assassins.

Erin and Cross, who were fighting on the first floor of the textile factory, stopped fighting at the same time.

Just now.

Their astonishing intuition allowed them to sense, almost simultaneously, a deadly sense of crisis emanating from the second floor of the textile factory.

"This ominous feeling..."

Instantly activating his spiritual vision, Ailin's eyes deepened as he looked directly at the source of the aura that made him feel uncomfortable and dangerous.

The next second, a ball of light shrouded in blood-red light came directly into Erin's eyes.

Within that crimson ball of light, a small, phantom-like demon with ram's horns on its head was looking at Erin with a half-smile.

The intense mental stimulation caused Ailin, whose eyes were throbbing, to quickly shift her gaze.

Cross's innate extraordinary talent also made him feel the increasingly intense shadow of death emanating from the second floor of the textile factory, almost completely enveloping him.

"That's Sloan's study. Could something have happened in Sloan's study?"

The thought of Sloan, that beast who betrayed his faith and forced him to kill his only child, caused an uncontrollable surge of murderous intent within Cross to erupt.

Not far away, Erin sensed the chilling killing intent emanating from the cross, and suddenly a slight smile appeared on his lips as he spoke:

"How about we stop for now? I think you've felt that aura too."

"The cross—our goal is to kill Sloan, this hypocrite who has distorted God's will. Before killing Sloan, how about we join forces? After killing Sloan, we can resolve our differences?"

"Hmph, I don't need to team up with anyone."

Completely distrusting Erin's cross, after giving Erin a deep look, he finally gave up on continuing to entangle with Erin.

Just like Erin said.

The deadly sense of crisis emanating from the second floor of the textile factory made Cross feel uneasy.

He didn't want to waste any more energy on Erin before dealing with Sloan, the culprit.

As for Erin, once he's dealt with Sloan, he'll have plenty of ways to kill this little rat who's been scavenging for scraps by following him around.

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Looking at the cross directly in front of him, silently retreating into the shadows of the slaughterhouse.

Erin raised an eyebrow.

Oh.

Let this arrogant guy go and find out what's going on on the second floor of the textile factory.

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After the cross disappeared into the shadows, Erin reached out and beckoned.

The pharmacist, whose hands had been severed by the Threads of Resentment and Love, was pulled to his side by the Threads of Resentment and Love.

Erin remembered that the special medicinal wax at the textile factory that could quickly repair human injuries was usually made by this pharmacist.

While Cross was probing the guy on the second floor of the textile factory, Erin planned to pry some information out of the apothecary first.

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"You've arrived?"

"You lingered at the bottom of the stairs for so long, I almost thought you were too scared to come up!"

Holding a gun in each hand, he cautiously entered the study on the second floor of the textile factory. Suddenly, a mocking voice came from beside him.

"Whoosh!"

Cross's pupils contracted sharply, and he broke out in a cold sweat in shock.

His heart started pounding at an alarming rate, his adrenaline surged, and he was instantly transported into the special state known as bullet time, where the cross suddenly rolled to the side.

Then, two bullets burst forth from the silver-white twin pistols in his hands, shooting towards the location from which the sound came.

"Ding!"

"Ding!"

Before the cross-shaped bullets could hit their target, the two silver bullets were intercepted in mid-air by two bronze bullets.

(End of this chapter)