Chapter 676
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Chapter 676: The Extremely Evil Black Philosopher
“Look!”
“The… Pure Land… has been cut open!”
“Are you crazy?! That’s the [Pure Land]! Who did this?”
“Great deity, please forgive us for the sins of humanity…”
“The oracle is about to be enraged…”
“…”
Everyone in Tokyo witnessed the slash that tore through the [Pure Land]. They, their parents, and their ancestors had never seen anything like this, filling them with unprecedented anger and fear!
At the same time, all the electronic screens across Japan began to flicker!
A wanted poster occupied every screen simultaneously. It featured a middle-aged man with three scars on his face, dressed in a sequined suit, his expression dark, eyes glinting with a chilling murderous intent. He stood amidst the rain, four long knives hanging at his waist.
A black and red warning tape circled around him, flashing at an astonishing frequency. Above him, two blood-red characters floated, their strokes revealing a sinister intent:
—— [Extreme Evil]!
[Extreme Evil Unforgivable] level wanted criminal, Yuzuri Kurotetsu!
There was no bounty amount, no reward for reporting him. All citizens who saw him were obligated to report to the authorities. Anyone who concealed this information would also face death without mercy; this was the power of the [Extreme Evil] wanted notice.
On the edge of the road, Yuzuri Kurotetsu, holding the [Black Rope], looked up at the screen across the street, a sarcastic smile appearing at the corner of his mouth.
“[Extreme Evil], huh…”
From the edge of the silver disc in the sky, four figures swooped down from above, diving toward Yuzuri Kurotetsu.
The last four oracle messengers of the [Pure Land] were all mobilized.
“My task is complete; now, it’s up to you…” His gaze fixed on the disc floating in the air, he murmured.
Yuzuri Kurotetsu sheathed the [Black Rope] and placed his hand on the hilt of a snow-white long knife, slowly drawing it out…
The third of the Kotsu Nine Blades, [Thousand Cranes].
In the next moment, Yuzuri Kurotetsu transformed into a flurry of paper cranes, soaring into the sky against the falling raindrops, flying toward another direction in the city.
The four oracle messengers, carrying terrifying power, followed closely behind!
The speed of the paper cranes was astonishing. By the time they regrouped, they had already reached the outskirts of Tokyo. Yuzuri Kurotetsu’s figure emerged among the cranes as he turned to face the four figures that had landed around him.
“[Extreme Evil] level wanted criminal, Yuzuri Kurotetsu,” the cloaked first oracle messenger spoke slowly, “We represent the deity to execute divine punishment upon you…”
“You represent the deity?” Yuzuri Kurotetsu scoffed, “What gives you the right to represent the deity? Where is the deity? I don’t see it!”
The eyes of the oracle messengers narrowed slightly, anger flashing across their faces.
“I don’t care whether your so-called deity is real or not; I’m not interested,” Yuzuri Kurotetsu said, placing his hands on the hilt of his knives, speaking slowly and firmly, “Today, I will definitely bring my son back.”
“Arrogant.”
Boom—!!
Five figures collided violently on the desolate ground, the shockwave instantly turning everything around them into dust, scattering into the air!
…
Osaka.
Black Kill Group Building.
Lin Qiye stood by the massive floor-to-ceiling window, watching the electronic screens flickering throughout the city below. Every screen displayed Yuzuri Kurotetsu’s [Extreme Evil] wanted notice, the crimson light nearly occupying half the sky.
“It seems the fighting has already started over there,” Amamiya Haruki said as he walked up beside him.
“Yeah, counting the three oracle messengers we dealt with here, Uncle Kyosuke should be facing four oracle messengers alone…”
“Even if he has four Kotsu blades, he might not win,” Amamiya Haruki said, worry evident in his eyes. “After all, two fists can’t fight four hands; no matter how strong he is, he’s still just one person.”
“Why didn’t you go with him? Isn’t destroying the [Pure Land] your goal too?”
“I wanted to go with him…” Amamiya Haruki sighed, “Last night I told him that if he didn’t let me go with him, I wouldn’t lend him [Rain Collapse]…”
“And then?”
“Then he used an illusion to swap my [Rain Collapse] with something else. By the time I realized it, I was left holding a rolling pin.”
“…” Lin Qiye couldn’t help but say, “He’s your elder; it’s normal for him not to want you to take risks with him.”
“By the way, do you really have a way to retrieve those blades from a distance?” Amamiya Haruki asked, puzzled. “If those four blades fall into the hands of the oracle messengers, our Kotsu blade masters will be completely powerless.”
“Don’t worry, I left formations on all four blades. Once the time we agreed upon with Uncle Kyosuke arrives, I’ll be able to retrieve them.”
Lin Qiye said calmly.
Before Uncle Kyosuke left last night, he specifically asked him to leave summoning formations on the four blades, so even if something unexpected happened, those blades wouldn’t fall into the hands of the oracle messengers. The deadline for this agreement was set for eight o’clock tomorrow morning.
If Uncle Kyosuke succeeded in rescuing his son, he would definitely contact Lin Qiye before eight o’clock tomorrow morning.
If not… it would mean he had failed.
Hearing Lin Qiye’s tone so assured, Amamiya Haruki felt relieved.
“Hmm?”
Suddenly, Lin Qiye seemed to sense something, looking curiously at the nearby floor-to-ceiling window.
“What’s wrong?”
“Just now, did you see anything flash by in the reflection?” Lin Qiye asked uncertainly.
Amamiya Haruki turned to look at the floor-to-ceiling window in front of them. The window reflected their images, empty and devoid of anything unusual.
“No, are you seeing things?” Amamiya Haruki asked.
Lin Qiye frowned slightly, seriously staring at the large floor-to-ceiling window, as if pondering something…
…
[Pure Land].
“Jiang Er, how is your infiltration of the [Pure Land] system going?” An Qingyu stood by the window, watching the distant explosions erupting at the edge of Tokyo, adjusting her glasses as she asked.
“The artificial intelligence of the [Pure Land], ‘Yuzun,’ is quite weak against my abilities. Once all the oracle messengers left, there was nothing here that could restrain me,” Jiang Er’s voice came through the Bluetooth headset. “Now, I have gained control over 82% of the [Pure Land].”
“Have you obtained the highest authority in Lab 0?”
“I have,” Jiang Er’s voice paused. “I have opened all the passageways to Lab 0 and can go there at any time.”
An Qingyu nodded, straightening her white lab coat, and turned to walk toward the end of the corridor.
“Let’s go; I’ll meet this… artificial deity.”
