Tens of thousands of black energy swords, plunged into different monsters, served as the ultimate deterrent.
In the entire slum, everyone involved in the riot was awestruck by those black longswords.
Wen Wen could kill these monsters with precision using the black longswords, and thus could kill anyone here with precision. The riot was thus quelled with ease.
Following that, Wen Wen took the monster that the old woman had transformed into and found her home.
This old building had a certain history. The elders living in the vicinity were all friends with one another.
From their accounts, Wen Wen learned about the old woman's life.
She was sixty-two years old this year. Her daughter was a lawyer in Baydia, and her son was an employee of the Baydia Security Union.
This Baydia Security Union was the front for the Hunter Association in Baydia; in other words, her son was an auxiliary.
Due to a peculiar incident, both her son and daughter had passed away. The compensation they received after their deaths was converted into more than thirty low-rent apartments in the slum.
The old woman lived comfortably on the income from collecting rent.
She was usually very kind. If tenants had financial difficulties, she would agree to defer their rent payments, or even waive a month's rent.
Moreover, she would try her best to satisfy any needs the tenants had, so she was highly respected in the neighborhood.
However, such an old woman had been silently transformed into a monster. The one who killed her was likely one of her tenants.
Following the traces of black energy, Wen Wen found the house where the sense of unease was strongest. It seemed a female tenant lived here.
Camilla, that was the woman's name.
Wen Wen used the local association's channels to查到 some of Camilla's information. He had expected her to be an ordinary person, with not much detail in her file. To his surprise, Camilla's life was quite rich, and her file ran for several pages.
After reading the entire file, Wen Wen curled his lips, "This dame is quite the slut... But given her character, not even sparing the landlady, I guess I know where she might be."
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On another side of Baydia, a demon hunter clad in white robes, holding a gold-inlaid pistol, dispatched a dark-skinned ghoul.
Although this demon hunter's attire was similar to Owen's, his style was streets ahead.
His white robe was woven with platinum threads and sprayed with dyes, making it appear inconspicuous.
He wore a metal ring around his neck and three necklaces, each radiant and priceless. On his ten fingers, he wore rings of different styles with rubies, sapphires, diamonds, emeralds, and jade...
Even his slippers were made of pure gold, and he wore a ring on each toe.
Judging by his appearance alone, he might seem like an ordinary nouveau riche. However, upon closer inspection, one could discover that each of his accessories was actually a super-powered artifact.
The platinum robe he wore was a containment object passed down from the royal family of the East Oil Region a thousand years ago.
Around him lay more than a dozen similar ghouls, scattered about. Compared to the ghouls in the slum, these ghouls had darker skin, with some protruding bone spurs, and they were more powerful.
The old woman was already the most powerful dark-skinned ghoul in the slum, but here, ghouls stronger than her were everywhere.
"Akai, Sutir, Chalayas..."
The demon hunter, while firing his gun to finish off the partially dead dark-skinned ghouls, shed tears.
He recognized many of these dark-skinned ghouls. Just a few hours ago, these people had smiled and provided him with the finest service, and now they had transformed into grotesque monsters.
"Whoever you are, I, Harman Assud, will make you pay."
The Assud family was the largest clan power in the East Oil Region, and Harman was the first heir to this family.
Feng Ruixing, who was quite wealthy, was like a younger sibling compared to the Assud family.
Besides the Hunter Association and the Church of Glory, the Assud family was the king here. Even the federal government in Baydia dared not offend the Assud family lightly.
This was because the Assud family was itself a superhuman family; all its direct descendants had a high probability of awakening superhuman abilities.
Harman was the most talented young person in the family. At just over thirty years old, he had already become a True Sequence-level super-powered being.
He had no interest in inheriting the family's vast fortune. Instead, he focused all his energy on demon hunting.
Of course, due to his immense wealth, his style was entirely different from other demon hunters. Problems that could be solved with money were never problems for him.
Even Wen Wen would have been envious of his equipment.
He had bought a villa in this luxurious residential area, living there to maintain some distance from his family. He was down-to-earth and got along well with the staff in the residential area.
Seeing so many familiar faces turned into twisted monsters ignited his fury.
After dealing with all the dark-skinned ghouls he could see, Harman took out a giant crystal ball from his spatial ring.
This crystal ball, named the Eye of Assud, was a family heirloom containment object. It could be used for divination to find people or objects, even a single strand of hair.
Wisps of black smoke appeared within the crystal ball, exuding an ominous aura.
Harman saw a clear path within the crystal ball. He then put away the crystal ball and followed the path. Sudan Novel Network
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Eiger walked down the street, also carrying a dark-skinned ghoul.
With a gentle squeeze of his hand, it sank into the ghoul's body. The ghoul's flesh, blood, internal organs, and even hair were all absorbed into his hand.
"Heh heh, it's this smell, the scent of a fear beast."
"It feeds on human fear, born to destroy, to threaten, to bury humanity in the abyss."
"However, for me, it is also the best food. At least after eating this fear beast, my brain should grow back a bit."
He touched his empty skull, a sinister expression on his lips.
Eiger had no grand plan to destroy the world at the moment. Avoiding the Night Knights was far more important to him. The terrifying combat style of the Night Knights had left an indelible scar in his heart.
Eiger never dreamed that the first thing he would do after becoming Cataclysmic would be to escape for his life.
"The fear beast is still too weak now, and the benefits of eating it are insufficient... Why not let the chaos become more thorough? That way, I can obtain the most perfect food."
He placed his hand gently on the wall of a building. Before long, intense screams erupted from the entire building.
Twisted monsters, one after another, jumped out of the building and scattered in all directions.
"I seem to have gone a bit too far. Next time, I'll be gentler. The madwoman of Morningstar might not be easier to deal with than the Night Knights. I mustn't be discovered by her."