Chapter 8, Crimson Awakening

In the name of crimson, as long as there is war in the world, I shall endure forever

He roared hoarsely: "Save me, and also, do not desecrate the supreme spirit of corruption! May my little treasures gnaw off your head!"

He extended his left arm and grasped the sharp iron rod that was embedded in his chest, slowly pulling the more than three-foot-long rod out of his body bit by bit

Strength, an unprecedented and powerful force filled his entire body, causing every muscle and sinew of Qiao to tighten. On his body, distinct and well-defined muscles emerged, resembling a sculpture of steel.

In the midst of the blood fever, Qiao's deep voice resonated: "I am crimson."

Young Master

Great Mu above, 'muscle knots', this was completely impossible to associate with Joe in the past

The shadow roared, and the cloak on his body billowed wildly. Tens of thousands of moths, shimmering with a faint phosphorescence, flew out from beneath his cloak. These moths flapped their wings violently, scattering countless particles of phosphorescent powder. The moths emitted sharp hissing sounds as they surged towards Qiao.

A rich scarlet aura enveloped Qiao

Qiao smiled as he dropped a small section of iron rod and struck out with both fists, landing heavy blows on the body of the Berserker. The wounds on Qiao's body rolled and healed in the blink of an eye. His fists unleashed tremendous power, causing the fat on the Berserker's body to tremble violently, and his massive frame was knocked off balance, retreating several steps backward.

The hexagram slowly rotated, and a layer of blood-red flame, thin as smoke, silently ignited on Joe's right arm. The blood-red flame penetrated the shadow's body, and the bone-chilling aura of evil within him suddenly vanished

Qiao stared expressionlessly at the massacre, the area engulfed by the blood flame in his chest was expanding increasingly, originally the size of a fist, it had now grown to the size of a bowl.

A thin, faint layer of blood mist rose from Joe's body

A loud explosion sounded as if struck by the cannonball of 'Thor', completely blowing apart the massive and bloated body.

Two blades of light struck, yet his body remained motionless

Qiao shook his hand and turned to glance at the end of the rendezvous alley

The blade's aura struck heavily upon him, piercing through his upper body, severing an unknown number of bones, and nearly tearing apart all of his internal organs, before the immense force propelled him backward.

His entire body was engulfed in crimson flames of blood

Qiao Ben was able to take a deep breath, as the crimson malevolence in the air surged towards Qiao.

Joe murmured softly to himself, and then, driven by instinct, he took off running, crashing through the alley of secret meetings, crossing Flying Fish Street, bursting into Chimney Lane, and arriving at the entrance of the almshouse where Chimney Lane meets Jar Lane. Exhausted and in excruciating pain, Joe finally raised his voice to shout.

In the name of crimson, as long as death exists in this world, I shall endure eternally

A bone-chilling cold wind swept across the ground, and two tattered black wings flashed by. The shadowy figure was reduced to ashes, and a hoarse voice quickly faded away with the wind. In the distance, at the end of the rendezvous alley, a hoarse curse could be heard.

Qiao Zheng found himself in a state of inexplicable confusion, his mind filled with some great, magnificent, ineffable, and indescribable 'objective existence'.

The alley was filled with bloodstains and severed limbs. The brief and bloody battle left a palpable aura of malevolence permeating the alleyway

Qiao did not even glance at the massacre; at this moment, he was in a state of inexplicable emotion

The blood inflammation on the arm surged more violently, and a hissing sound emanated from within the shadowy figure's body, with white smoke spewing from its pores. The convulsions of the shadowy figure became increasingly severe, and a ghastly green light flickered in its eyes as it screamed hoarsely: "This is not fair..."

In the name of crimson, all fear, all chaos, all ominous disasters, as long as they exist, I shall endure forever

The moths encountered the blood flame, and their bodies quickly ignited, vanishing into nothingness in the blood flame

The frenzied slaughter had already charged beside him, and two curved blades came down fiercely from above and below.

Merciful Mutiseth, the young master is unharmed

Through the blood haze, a space that seems both real and illusory can be faintly seen near Qiao's heart, slowly opening.

His body convulsed violently, attempting to pull himself away from Qiao's arms

I have remembered you

The white smoke emerging from within the dark figure gradually thickened, and a hissing sound was clearly audible from his body, as his form visibly shrank by a segment

More scarlet malevolence gathered from the surrounding areas of Rendezvous Alley, from the direction of the pink mermaid, converging from the nearby Swordfish Street and other streets and alleys towards this side

Kuangtu took a deep breath, and his prominently bulging belly sharply sank in. He waved his hands, and on the two large curved blades, each over four feet long, a dark glimmer of cold light unexpectedly flashed, with a three-inch blade aura that seemed almost tangible spraying from the edge of the blades

Qiao took a step forward, his body leaving a long white streak in the rain curtain. He rushed to stand before the slaughterer and then delivered a punch to his chest

Qiao's bloated body was shrinking, and surprisingly, blurred outlines of muscles began to appear on him

The young master has been found, the young master has been found!

The ordinary person's naked eye could not see the scarlet malevolence continuously injecting into Qiao's body. He murmured softly, as two terrifying wounds, which nearly tore his body apart, healed in an extremely short period of time.

The shadow was enveloped in blood.

The scarlet malevolence in the alley has diminished by half

I will return ... ... May your bones, your flesh, and your soul ultimately decay, ultimately fall.

Qiao clenched his fist

Several figures, moving at an astonishing speed, far surpassing that of the previous red-dressed beauty, the young man with a small mustache, and the frenzied slaughter, emerged in the distance. They swiftly navigated through the curtain of rain and, in just a few flashes, rushed to Joe's side

The shadow rapidly shrank in the searing flames of blood, roaring and howling, greeting Qiao with the most filthy and malicious words in the world. Large plumes of white smoke erupted from his body, and it was evident that his body was about to be reduced to ashes by the blood flames

In the name of crimson, all who offend the crimson shall return to the void. Qiao smiled faintly.

The figure of the shadow was hollow and cold, a bone-chilling aura of malevolence surged from within him, seeking to invade Wu Tie's arm

He felt a sense of relief, rolled his eyes, and then collapsed to the ground

Qiao took a deep breath

The mad butcher continued to grin maniacally, then he roared hoarsely, brandishing two curved blades as he charged wildly towards Qiao

In the right hand of the shadow, the black short flute that had been tightly gripped by him was suddenly crushed.

A wisp of extremely fine scarlet malevolence flew out from the nearly burnt-out body of the moth, entwining around Qiao, and then slowly spreading outwards.

He looked at the shadow and chuckled softly: "To step into war is to belong to war. To create death ultimately leads to death. In the name of crimson, I declare, you... belong to crimson"

Help! Help! A murder has occurred, a murder has occurred!

The shattered ribs of Qiao emitted a cracking sound, and the fragments of bone swiftly returned to their original positions, beginning to heal rapidly

Spirit of Corrosion ... ... novice, crispy. "The Mad Slaughter grinned wildly.

"Little rookie, die!" The mad slaughter roared, swinging both hands forward, as two dark blades of light shot out, slicing towards Qiao with a piercing howl

Above the alley, countless crystal-clear raindrops are suspended in mid-air. An inexplicable force acts upon these raindrops, causing each one to spin rapidly while also oscillating irregularly in all directions within a very small range

The shadow screamed hoarsely: "Massacre, save me... If I die, think of your punishment"

The shadow continued to struggle, but his efforts were in vain

I am crimson

This malevolent aura should never be encountered by ordinary people

Power ... ... the sea! The wild slaughter murmured ambiguously: "But still, just a rookie. Purely physical strength, crackling!"

Several tall streetlight poles stand, with the pale blue flames of the gas lamps frozen in place

Qiao and the shadow faced off for quite a while, while the mad butcher continued to slash at the warhorses and cavalrymen with his curved knife. In just a few breaths, the mad butcher had already lost count of how many times he had struck, and the ground was no longer discernible as a mass of severed limbs.

In Joe's eyes, the three circles and six-pointed star magic array slowly rotated, and wherever his gaze passed, strands of crimson malevolence were clearly visible

The wound nearly severed Joe's body.

Qiao closed his eyes, his right arm like a spear, piercing through the chest of the shadow

Upon closer inspection, the two points of crimson light clearly form a magical array consisting of three concentric circles surrounding a hexagram.

Hearing the scream of the shadow, the brutal killer slowly turned around, his fat, bloated, and ugly face writhing as it revealed an extremely unpleasant smile

He deeply inhaled with great intoxication, as the crimson essence born from battle and death wafted into his mouth and nose in wisps

The blood inflammation gradually extinguished, and Qiao Daidai stood dazed in the heavy rain, the muscles on his body slowly disappearing, transforming back into soft, white fat.

A fiery inflammation surged in the heart and mouth, rapidly spinning, with invisible waves expanding in all directions, solidifying the flames and suspending the raindrops, causing countless raindrops to rotate and vibrate

The flesh and blood on Qiao's body writhed violently, as the blood inflammation near his heart frantically consumed the blood within him, and waves of powerful force surged throughout his body in sync with the beating of his heart

A sudden thunderbolt streaked across the sky, and amidst the deafening roar, Qiao abruptly opened his eyes

Young Master

Qiao Feihong's eyes gazed into the shadow's grim green eyes, and suddenly she bared her teeth in a smile: "Blasphemer, you are guilty!"

Even more terrifying is that the blood inflammation is filled with a dreadful devouring power, akin to a vortex, firmly binding the shadow to Joe's arm. No matter how hard he struggles, he is unable to escape Joe's confinement.

Raindrops suspended in the air fell with a whistling sound, crashing onto the ground with a loud "splash".

The curved blade slashed horizontally, and Qiao swung his iron rod with his left hand. With a loud crash, the iron rod collided with the curved blade, but the arm-thick iron rod was easily severed by the blade. The curved blade grazed Qiao's body, leaving two deep wounds between his chest and abdomen.

Qiao heard many familiar voices

The scarlet malevolence continuously infused into Joe's body, and the blood flame the size of a bowl at his chest had expanded to the size of a basin, nearly covering his entire chest

Blood splattered as Qiao tightly gripped the iron rod in his left hand. A transparent hole, as thick as an adult's arm, pulsated rapidly in his chest, and within just a few breaths, the wound vanished without a trace

"The favored... the one who bestows favor." The shadow wearing a round top hat emitted an incredulous moan, as if it had seen a ghost

The blood flame was spinning rapidly, and within the area shrouded by the blood flame, Joe's body had become semi-transparent

The blood inflammation on Qiao's arm was burning his body

His crimson eyes exude a rich and formidable aura that is unmistakably beyond that of mere mortals. In the center of his pupils, two faint points of scarlet light can be discerned.

The alley of secret meetings is silent and still

The frantic barking of dogs approached rapidly, accompanied by a continuous cacophony of noise