Chapter 87: Dark Dawn: Evil Against Evil

Fireworks?

It’s not New Year’s or Independence Day—why are they setting off fireworks?

But he immediately dismissed it—perhaps it was just the rich people’s whim; after all, to the wealthy, happiness was what mattered most.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

The car violently slammed into the estate’s gate.

No sooner had the doors opened than the two screamed, “Help! Someone!”

“Help!”

But…

“Aaaaaaah!!!”

The piercing scream froze them in place.

Before they could even process what was happening, a crowd of well-dressed people burst out from inside—crying hysterically, disheveled, drenched in blood, mentally shattered.

All they knew was to run outward.

Behind them, one after another, deformed figures resembling the three brothers charged out, wielding axes in frenzy.

And their numbers—so many.

On the opposite balcony, a charred black corpse hung upside down, burning with flames, faint drops of grease still oozing down.

Watching this brutal scene.

The two were utterly stunned; Jesse collapsed to his knees in despair, weeping uncontrollably.

“Why! Why is this happening!”

Chris too was mentally shattered; the estate, once symbolizing dawn, now felt like a dark abyss, swallowing them all.

Everything… was over.

But the two in collapse failed to notice—the deformed figures themselves seemed to be fleeing.

“Hahaha!! My little darlings, come back now!”

“Watch me light up the fireworks!”

A long, orange-yellow flame dragon burst through the hall’s doors, shot past them, and surged behind, encircling and sealing the entrance.

The deformed figures, who had moments ago been cruel hunters before normal humans, now shivered violently, huddled in corners, staring at Louis in terror.

As if they had seen a demon.

To them, Louis was no different from a demon.

Just moments ago, Jackson—nearly stabbed to death—had decisively triggered the fireworks; the deformed ones hidden in the back hills had flooded in without hesitation.

The fireworks meant one thing: come here and slaughter, turn the estate into a hunting ground.

But they hadn’t killed many yet.

They saw their chieftain Jackson hanging upside down on the balcony.

Then came this man—he burned Jackson alive with fire, and the still-burning corpse dripping grease below? That was Jackson.

“Fire… fire…”

“Burn… dead…”

“So scary…”

“…”

The deformed figures huddled in the corner screamed nonstop as the orange-yellow flames drew nearer, babbling human words.

At that moment, a woman behind Louis burst out, raised her gun, and fired at him; behind her, several other deformed figures charged forward, hurling axes.

But.

The bullets and axes passed clean through Louis’s body.

???

Everyone froze.

In the corner.

Louis, who had cast the Illusory Light technique to conceal himself, dispelled the illusion.

Come on—he knew they were numerous; could he not keep a trick up his sleeve?

How many sorcerers throughout history have died from being mobbed or assassinated from behind?

Before a sorcerer gains sufficient strength, his most vital priority is concealing and protecting his own body.

Now…

Louis lightly brushed his wrist.

The next instant.

Sally, still searching for Louis’s whereabouts, desperate to avenge her lover, suddenly felt her blood surge violently—her eyes burst with blood, then collapsed.

Her body fell straight to the ground.

Blood gushed from every pore.

The deformed figures were stunned—they didn’t know what to do now.

“Huh?”

“Huh?”

“Woooh!”

“…”

Pop! Pop! Pop!

Then, one after another, bursts of blood erupted—deformed figure after deformed figure collapsed.

But none were dead—only bleeding profusely.

Only then did Louis step forward, looking at the fallen deformed figures, smiling.

But he didn’t let his guard down; given their physical resilience, massive blood loss alone wouldn’t control them—he swiftly drew his gun and fired repeatedly into each one’s limbs, piercing through again and again.

Then he walked to Sally’s side, gazing at the dying woman.

“I heard you liked my eyes?”

“Now, look at me—aren’t they beautiful?”

Looking into Louis’s eyes, Sally’s gaze blazed with fury; she strained every last ounce of strength to reach out—she would avenge her brother.

Whoosh!

Flames engulfed her, burning her whole body, her shriek piercing the air.

Louis shook his head—he felt he’d been too kind lately, granting her a death matching her lover’s instead of just shooting her outright.

At that moment, Louis noticed the two kneeling by the gate.

“Oh? Two normal people still here?”

“How’d you get here?”

Chris stared at Louis, his eyes filled with indescribable emotion—fear, admiration, excitement, joy…

Beside him, Jesse was more straightforward—he was backing away.

“Tsk. Fool.”

Louis shook his head, then ignored them entirely.

He merely waved his hand—fine powder scattered over them, sending them into brief daze; they staggered to their feet, climbed into the police car, and drove off.

Turning back, Louis looked at the two dozen deformed figures, his face lit with excitement.

“Now, let’s play a game.”

…

When David and the others drove back, the battle was already over.

Yet in the blood-splattered courtyard, besides the few deformed figures still tied up and bleeding, there were now nearly twenty pigs?

The pigs grunted incessantly, their eyes glazed, and they looked rather ugly.

And Louis?

He was reading a notebook.

David watched the deformed figures warily.

“Wow, these guys are ugly.”

Emma walked over with her gun, “Louis?”

“What?”

“What’s with these grotesque creatures?”

“Same old story—inbreeding, cannibalism, and… water pollution mutations.”

The family notebook detailed their origins: originally normal, just with more deformed children and no extraordinary strength; then a paper mill upstream polluted the river, causing mutations among them—generation after generation, they became this.

As for the pigs… the estate’s kitchen still had some normal food, and there were many different animal pelts left there, apparently meant for disposal.

Louis made good use of them.

“Uncles, get back in the car—what comes next is bloody, not fit for you to see.”

Louis smiled.

David nodded calmly; he had to admit, after all he’d endured, he felt he’d grown a thick skin—nothing surprised him anymore, he was unshakable!

Soon.

Louis picked up the parchment and began the Beast Creation spell.

Just.

Tap tap tap.

A pair of women’s leather shoes appeared in his field of vision; Emma stood gracefully before Louis, even helping him haul over the sheepskin.

After a brief silence, Louis simply gave up caring and continued his actions.

That’s how it was.

One passed the sheepskin, the other shaped the goat.

(End of Chapter)