Eldritch Horror Theatre - Ch. 70: Omen Must Die (16)
Inside a luxury mansion in the suburbs of Xiyuan City.
BOOM!
Amidst the loud explosion, Fu Qian came to an abrupt halt, dodging the incoming shockwave.
The next second, a straight trench appeared right at his feet, easily half a person deep.
The high-end hardwood floors of the mansion's living room had been mangled beyond recognition in the blink of an eye.
"Omen! I've been waiting for you for a long time!"
A fiercely brash roar echoed from ahead.
"Killing me won't be that easy!"
This guy is quite energetic!
Fu Qian felt a wave of relief.
This was the seventh target he had searched out along his route, some Eighth-tier Beyonder.
Exactly as he expected, Omen hadn't wasted any time at all.
After leaving the Huang Family, capitalizing on this brief time gap, Omen had gone on a non-stop killing spree across Xiyuan City with outrageously high efficiency.
Along the way, he had already encountered several people lying dead on the spot.
The problem was that these Beyonders, much like animals in the forest, tacitly chose residences that maintained a distance from one another.
This resulted in them being scattered almost sporadically across every district of Xiyuan City.
Chasing them down the planned route had truly taken a considerable amount of time.
In war, speed is of the essence.
Confirming this guy was fine, Fu Qian turned to leave without a word.
However, the next moment, the heavy sound of impacts rang out as all the doors and windows of the house were sealed shut by falling thick steel plates.
A hearty laugh, resonant like a great bell, came from behind.
"Since you're already here, thinking you can leave that easily is wishful thinking."
...
Your will to survive is a bit strong!
Fu Qian looked at the tightly sealed steel plates, secretly praising him.
Such things obviously couldn't be installed in a short amount of time. It was highly likely this bro had prepared these security measures for himself on a normal basis, not specifically targeting Omen.
Commendable courage. Not only did he make preparations early on, he even dared to launch a defensive counterattack.
At this moment, the roaring sound restarted from behind, and the ground beneath his feet crumbled like quicksand.
Taking another diagonal leaping step, Fu Qian turned back to look at 'Target Number Seven, Bro Eighth-Tier'.
A swarthy face, exaggerated pectoral muscles, and a tank top stretched out of shape.
This must be the legendary eight feet tall and eight feet wide waistline!
For a split second, he thought Team Leader Gu had ascended.
At this moment, Bro Eighth-Tier wore a savage grin, his right hand gripping an incredibly heavy-looking giant hammer that perfectly matched his physique.
Every time the hammer struck the floor, massive force was channeled into the ground, shocking out a long trench.
It looked rather domineering, but bro, you'd better pray there aren't any fiber optic cables or the like under your feet.
"Are you satisfied with this place?"
Bro Eighth-Tier looked smug. He slammed his hammer against the floor with loud bangs, causing the entire house to tremble in waves.
"I don't care what kind of Beyonder killer you are. Now, this is my home turf."
He wasn't wrong about that. In such a confined environment, a strength-type like him certainly held the advantage.
The weapon in Bro Eighth-Tier's hand clearly wasn't an ordinary item either; combining the two, an average Tier 7 would likely find it hard to parry.
How many traps is this that Omen has set for me now?
This guy's survival instinct is truly magical.
Every time he felt he was about to catch up, the traces left behind would always lead him to places like this.
There would usually be traps originally meant for Omen, delaying him just a little bit.
Seeing that Fu Qian remained silent, Bro Eighth-Tier snorted coldly and cut the chatter.
He raised his heavy hammer high and brought it crashing down, tearing open an even larger trench amidst a deafening boom.
Simultaneously, he hefted the hammer and charged straight forward along the freshly cracked trench.
In the face of this ferocious assault, Fu Qian showed no intention of dodging.
When Bro Eighth-Tier's bull-rush was halfway there and his hammer was swinging toward him, his right hand shot out, throwing a punch.
Mid-punch, his arm abruptly extended by half its length. He directly clamped his hand around the opponent's thick neck, using the momentum to slam him into the wall.
Bro Eighth-Tier's own momentum combined with the force of his swing caused the entire house to shudder. That slam was truly brutal.
Clang!
The hammer crashed to the floor, smashing a crater into the ground.
"Understand?"
Three seconds later, Fu Qian stared into Bro Eighth-Tier's cowbell-sized eyes.
"Under... understood."
Under Fu Qian's demonic grip, Bro Eighth-Tier's neck was nearly snapped. His face flushed completely red as he nodded hastily.
The other party had caught him but didn't kill him, which sufficiently proved he wasn't that lunatic Omen. He had gotten the wrong guy.
"Open the door."
"Okay."
Bro Eighth-Tier was quite good at reading the room. Not daring to say another word, he struggled to grope around his body until he found the control switch.
Amidst a rumbling sound, the steel plates outside the house slowly lifted upwards.
Fu Qian tossed the man onto the floor and leaped out in one bound.
Before leaving, he specifically took another glance.
These steel plates must be two centimeters thick. Just how afraid of dying are you!
...
A minor delay, but it wasn't a big problem.
Fu Qian got his bearings and quickly ran through the map in his head.
Even with beast-like danger intuition, killing still took time.
Even with these small interferences, Fu Qian remained absolutely certain that he was getting closer and closer to Omen.
Most importantly, the strength of the Beyonders in Xiyuan City was generally average, mostly around the eighth or ninth tier.
Omen should still need several more people before completing his sacrifices.
Following the trail, Fu Qian quickly arrived at the location of the next target.
This one clearly lacked the crisis awareness of Bro Eighth-Tier; he was dead as a doornail.
Blood stained the bedding red. Not only was he decapitated, but both his eyeballs were gone as well.
Judging by the traces at the scene, this person had likely been killed directly in his sleep.
Speaking of which, Fu Qian found it a bit strange as well.
Among the Beyonders who had kicked the bucket earlier, almost all of them were like this one, engaged in various activities at their time of death.
Sleeping, taking a bath, or even applying a face mask; in short, they were killed in one strike while in completely defenseless states.
Omen practically dispatched them like harvesting crops; from the looks of it, it couldn't have taken more than a minute from start to finish.
Once or twice was understandable, but happening this many times was hard to explain as mere coincidence.
It seemed the sanctuary Omen received provided more than just an intuition for danger.
Mid-thought, Fu Qian's footsteps didn't stop. In his perception, Omen's aura was becoming increasingly clear.
Wait. Fu Qian frowned, recognizing the building not far ahead.
A three-story building with red exterior walls; he had slept there not long ago.
Omen is truly daring because of his skills. To actually strike directly at the Night Watcher Base?
Though the Night Watcher team in Xiyuan City was indeed completely useless.
Hopefully, those three are together right now and didn't die too easily.
Without hesitation, Fu Qian kicked the front doors open and was greeted by a completely trashed living room.
Amidst the blood pooling on the floor, a figure sat in the middle of the hall, covered in wounds.
Beside him stood a slanted Tree of Flesh and Blood. Judging by the swaying, dismembered limbs on it, it seemed to be the volume of three people.
"You're here?"
The figure let out a hoarse laugh.
"I'm here."
Fu Qian nodded and strode inside.
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