The Black Book: Seven Deadly Sins
Chapter 392: Response
CHAPTER 392: CHAPTER 392: RESPONSE
On the other side, unaware of Bai Linglong’s complex and subtle emotions, Zhu Haomiao focused intently on the real-time map, eyeing the dense red dots scattered over every inch of land, squinting thoughtfully.
As the pinnacle of individual combat power, he was never troubled by a head-on clash, but rather by how to gather these scattered enemies.
No matter how strong he was, on a planetary scale, he was merely an unstoppable "point."
He must lead the army, forming a "plane," and then, like an eraser, wipe the enemies off the map.
The larger the army, the greater the range wiped out!
Otherwise, once the organized enemies were dispersed, the broken-up Brother would flood everywhere like a deluge, polluting the entire border, even spreading into the heartland of Da Zhen.
Inexplicably, Zhu Haomiao recalled when the Russians threatened to wipe out all cities with nuclear weapons, only to be countered by the instructor’s home-change tactic. He couldn’t help but suck his cheek with a toothache.
The barefoot are not afraid of those with shoes...
We’ve ultimately become what we despise...
Looking at the densely packed red dots on the map, Zhu Haomiao inexplicably felt as if he were seeing a latrine.
Afraid of blowing it up, the feces and maggots would fly everywhere and splash all over himself!
Damn it!
Despicable Brother!
Gritting his teeth, Zhu Haomiao composed his emotions and solemnly commanded.
"Jinyi Guard Vanguard Army is to break into units of five to ten, with each team assigned a descender as a liaison, and advance for a sweep!"
Pointing to the red area on the map, Zhu Haomiao’s finger slowly pushed forward.
"Drive them northwest and then trap them entirely between Luxia Pass and Tianxiong Pass in this area!"
His fingertip rested on a narrow, small plain sandwiched between two heroic passes, with a bloodthirsty gleam in Zhu Haomiao’s eyes.
"I want them out of Yong State within half a month!"
"Yes!"
......
Plop~
The once prosperous town was now in ruins. A female corpse, disfigured beyond recognition, was thrown outside, causing discontent among the men in line.
"You beasts, take it easy, we are next in line!"
Seeing the corpse with broken legs and a mutilated lower body, the long queue stirred in agitation.
"Damn it, they said we’d be Brahmins in the Illusion Realm, and now we even have to wait ages to mess around with a woman!"
"Exactly, we can’t eat well, can’t play well, and still have to risk our lives fighting for the masters. If not for venting on these local peasants, I wouldn’t have wanted to come in the first place!"
...
Amid the low murmurs, another crying and struggling woman was dragged into the room, followed eagerly by several men rubbing their hands together.
"Hurry up in there!"
The man in line behind urged, suddenly and curiously sniffing the air.
"Why is there a smell of blood?"
In the next second, a warm, moist sensation spread across his back. Instinctively touching it, the man saw his hand covered in glaring crimson.
Slowly, stiffly turning his head, the man saw a tall, handsome boy in black standing not far away, with his companions silently chopped into pieces at his feet.
The man’s mouth opened wide, instinctively wanting to scream, yet found himself unable; his body displayed dense lines of blood.
The next moment, under gravity, his fragmented body collapsed, turning into a steaming pile of bloody flesh on the spot.
Only a sea of blood remained as Zhu Haomiao progressed, pushing open a door to find a plain-looking woman being forcibly held down, her mouth covered by several men.
"We haven’t even started yet, go back and queue up!"
Hearing the door open, the men didn’t bother to turn their heads and impatiently shooed away.
But the woman on the bed saw Zhu Haomiao, light returning to her despair-filled eyes.
"Mmmmmm!"
The explosive struggle nearly cost the men their grip, yet just when they attempted to break her limbs, dense blood lines slowly appeared on them.
Frozen in motion, the men collapsed and shattered, "spilling" all over the ground.
Witnessing this, the woman’s pupils shrunk to pinpoints, gazing dumbfounded at the bloody pieces covering her, with an eerie white eyeball fixated on her.
"Ugh~"
The overwhelming stench hit, and with no time to voice her gratitude, the woman retched uncontrollably, vomiting even bile.
"Put on your clothes and gather in the town center."
Leaving this brief instruction, the boy in black floated away, and only after a long while did the woman stop vomiting spasms.
Glancing at the open door, she surveyed her surroundings, clenched her fists, her gaze growing resolute and decisive as she wiped the vomit from her mouth, picked up an eyeball from the flesh, stuffed it into her mouth, and viciously bit down.
Chewing savagely, she swallowed what was in her mouth and stood, as if undergoing some transformation, and resolutely headed towards the town center.
When Zhu Haomiao saw her again, still covered in blood and filth, he couldn’t help but look her over in awe.
There was no physical change, but spiritually...
Seeing her twisted gaze, both manic and oddly serene, Zhu Haomiao couldn’t help but ask.
"What’s your name?"
"Mu Qiao Lan."
"Anyone left in your family?"
"All dead."
"Practiced the Void Refining God and Returning to Truth Technique?"
"Only scratched the surface."
At this point, Mu Qiao Lan clattered to her knees in front of Zhu Haomiao, staring unwaveringly into his eyes.
"I beg you to take me for revenge!"
Not ’help,’ but ’take,’ Zhu Haomiao keenly sensed the turmoil and twisted negative emotions roiling within Mu Qiao Lan’s soul, awkwardly rubbing his chin.
Her situation was perilous; her barriers of reason were shaking, and the only thing keeping her alive was the desire for revenge.
Take the slightest misstep, and she would lose control, turning into a mad beast.
After a few seconds of pondering, seeing her resolute gaze, Zhu Haomiao sighed deeply.
"At any cost?"
"At any cost!!!"
"......"
"Alright, since you sincerely plead, I shall respond to your desire."
With that, Zhu Haomiao’s fingertip glowed with a piercing cold light, and he sliced deeply into the flesh of his finger.
Armor Breaking Force·Triumph!
Screech~
With a bone-chilling sharp scraping sound, crimson seeped from the wound.
Then, the boy in black placed his finger on Mu Qiao Lan’s brow, softly uttering two words.
"Anger!"
Boom!
The magma-like viscous and violent bright red blood infiltrated, leaving a fiery blood-red pattern at Mu Qiao Lan’s brow like a burning flame.
The next second, the blood-red mark flared high-temperature red light, and from the brow, countless dark veins spread out, distorting Mu Qiao Lan’s delicate appearance into something fierce and terrifying.