The black sun hangs high

Chapter 194 Cleaning
Under the terrifying pressure exerted by Hughes, the prisoners quickly revealed everything they knew.

Through the messages provided by these members of the Tricolor Brotherhood, Hughes also discovered a surprising fact.

General Boots, who controls Iris Street, is now trying to expand his sphere of influence—not just by expanding his territory, but also by trying to recruit other survivors in the area.

“The week before, Iris Street took in several mages from the Legal Committee… well, it seems General Butts doesn’t intend for them to become part of his army, but rather wants them to do something else, but we don’t know exactly what that is.”

"What, don't you consider yourselves part of Iris Street?"

"Of course not."

The rather self-aware member of the Brotherhood of Three Colors gave a wry smile: "At most, we can only... conduct some transactions and cooperation with Iris Street. They look down on us. Even the weapons we exchange with them are just ordinary replacements."

As he spoke, he glanced at the various items piled up to the side: "You might not believe it, but out of ten of those crystal guns we traded for, three or four of them simply won't fire."

Hugh believed what the Brotherhood member said. After all, the Tricolor Brotherhood had always played a very awkward and delicate role in Seren. To some, they were just a bunch of outright bandits, while to those in power, they were white gloves that could be used and discarded at any time.

"You seem very skilled at attacking mages. How many times have you done this before?"

"Only... four or five times, right?"

One fraternity member answered timidly, "And it doesn't always work."

"So, you succeeded?"

"Yes...yes, I've succeeded three times, but they were all Raindrop-level mages or apprentices. They couldn't use magic to block bullets like you can."

As the Tricolor Brotherhood member spoke, his voice trailed off, as if he were worried that the terrifying young mage before him would seek revenge for his "comrades."

However, Hugh remained remarkably calm. He raised his metal cane, glanced at the bloodstains on it, and then summoned a "water ball" to quickly wash away the grime.

At the same time, he asked, "So, these methods you use to hunt mages, you figured them out yourselves?"

"No, this is experience within the Brotherhood... We were taught these methods by mages who joined us."

Hearing this, Hugh became interested: "A mage who joined the Brotherhood? Where did he come from? The Legal Council or the Delan royal family?"

"It's the Legislative Affairs Commission, sir."

"Interesting, he's still with you?"

The brotherhood member noticed the subtle change in Hugh's tone, but he didn't dare to avoid Hugh's question. Instead, he nodded timidly: "Yes, he has become an important member of our organization and a mage advisor."

When did he join?

"Shortly after the disaster."

Hugh narrowed his eyes and nodded slightly twice: "Okay, I understand."

As if acknowledging the attitude and answers of these "captives," Hugh shook his cane, and in an instant, two more "limb healing spells" were cast. He then began to continuously perform that extremely rough treatment on the other two injured people who were lying on the ground.

Then, Hugh walked directly to the piled-up weapons and began selecting them as if no one else was around.

After spending a long time in the Fifth Hunter Regiment, even mages will get used to carrying firearms with them.

As these Brotherhood members said, the crystal guns they had were of varying quality, and Hugh couldn't help but frown after just a couple of glances at them.

These crystallized guns are not from the same era at all. Some are old antiques with crude designs that require cleaning the crystallized powder inside the barrel after firing, while others are new revolver crystallized guns made by Deland craftsmen. The "age difference" between the two is probably more than a hundred years!
Hugh had no interest in those antique weapons that took several minutes just to reload. He directly selected three of the latest models that used revolvers and looted all the matching ammunition. As for melee self-defense weapons, he chose a Demon-Slaying Silver Sword and two daggers.

As for alchemical bombs, a good thing that is suitable for all ages, Hughes had no intention of keeping them. He lifted a Brotherhood member's package into the air and put all the alchemical bombs inside. Then he "hung" the heavy package on the hand of the mage floating to the side.

"Alright, you can leave now... but I need you to give me a message."

Amidst the incredulous gazes of the Brotherhood members, Hugh gave a meaningful smile: "Please give my regards to your mage advisor and tell him that the members of the Dark Abyss History Society send their regards... If he has the time and interest, he should come to this place at noon two days from now. I have something to discuss with him."

……

In fact, after hearing the description of the mage, Hugh was already pretty sure that the spellcaster who provided guidance to the Brotherhood was very likely a member of the Black Sun Society left behind in Seren.

Although Hugh didn't expect the Brotherhood of Three Colors to be of any help in resolving the problems in Seren City, he knew that once he launched a full-scale operation against the Dark Abyss Spawns, it would definitely attract the attention of these Black Sun Society members.

Given the nature of these madmen, they might cause some trouble at that time.

Therefore, before everything was ready, Hugh had to thoroughly purge the remaining forces of the Black Sun Society in Seren. Only by eliminating these scattered external forces and hidden dangers could he boldly carry out his own plans. After releasing the Tricolor Brotherhood members who were responsible for delivering his messages, Hugh officially began his hunting plan in this district.

With his magical perception and the vague connection he had with the offspring of the Dark Abyss, those "mud" creatures that hid in the nooks and crannies after sunrise had no way to escape Hugh's pursuit.

These Dark Abyss offspring who did not return to the underground world during the daytime were basically independent individuals split off from that massive main body. Although they had a spiritual and magical connection with their main body, the incomplete nature of the Dark Abyss offspring prevented them from sharing each other's senses and information at all times, like human mages and their summoned creatures.

This made it easier for Hughes to hunt them.

The messenger in the mirror has gone "crazy" from eating.

With Hugh's tacit approval, it even skipped the step of storing the power of the Dark Abyss in the metal disc for distribution. Once it had completed the hunt with Hugh, it would immediately put the power extracted from the Dark Abyss offspring into the still-sealed room.

After receiving Theseus's warning, Hugh no longer dared to use "sacrifices" to exchange for items in the Dream Sanctuary. Instead, hunting down the offspring of the Dark Abyss became the most effective way for him to quickly improve his strength in a short period of time!

Once he entered this almost workaholic state, Hugh almost forgot the passage of time.

The magical rat swarm had woven a vast web of magic around him, and once the rats detected any unusual activity or trace, Hugh would immediately summon Sniggy to lead him to the target location. Basically, the discovered Dark Abyss offspring didn't even have time to retaliate or escape before they were cut into pieces by Karron's Touch and devoured by the Mirror Messenger using the mist.

During the hunt, which lasted for most of the day, Hugh also tested the effects of other spells on these Dark Abyss offspring.

"Aside from high temperatures and flames, extreme cold and death magic that can directly deprive them of life force can also damage them. In contrast, physical methods such as slashing, piercing, and corrosive toxins and acids are less effective. These methods cannot truly kill the Dark Abyss Spawns, but they can inflict wounds on them and split their bodies."

Hugh lifted his foot and gently kicked away a clump of black sludge that was trying to crawl toward him. The weak fragment of the Dark Abyss offspring was immediately enveloped by the busy Mirror Messenger's mist, and within two seconds, it turned into a clump of black sewage devoid of any magic or life.

“Crystal bullets are also effective against them, but what really causes damage is not the shrapnel when the bullet explodes, but the impact of the magic explosion… The damage that the magic explosion inflicts on the Dark Abyss Spawn is actually very similar to that of fire magic, and even more direct. However, the magic explosion itself cannot cause damage to or restrain these monsters as continuously as fire.”

He looked up to the sky.

The distant shelling finally stopped more than half an hour ago—it had been going on all day. Both sides' artillery had been frantically pouring their fire on each other's positions and attack routes, and the number of shells consumed was impossible to count. But when the long shelling stopped, Hugh suddenly realized how quiet the world was.

It was already four o'clock in the afternoon, and almost all the survivors who had gone out were now on their way home.

Later in the day, the sunlight will begin to dim, and at that time, all the roads that can be traveled during the day will become hunting grounds for the children of the Dark Abyss.

The neighborhood where Hugh lived became incredibly quiet, probably because of the constant magical explosions that could be heard in the area. Few survivors dared to come near, and at most they would just sneak a peek before leaving. The Dark Abyss offspring who had been hiding in the area had all been slaughtered by Hugh.

But Hugh was not satisfied with the result; on the contrary, he sensed something was amiss.

An hour ago, he noticed that the Dark Abyss Spawns near him were already trying to escape.

As if receiving some kind of signal, they all left their original hiding places and searched for nearby cracks and passages that could lead to the underground. Once these Dark Abyss offspring entered those cracks, they would immediately disappear from Hugh's magical perception.

Due to the activities of a large number of Dark Abyss forces, the underground waterways of Seren City are now a no-go zone for magic perception. Everywhere there are traces of magic left behind by the Dark Abyss offspring. In this environment, even Hugh can't distinguish which fluctuations are truly "meaningful" and which are erroneous "interferences".

"It seems that their main bodies have sensed my presence? Or have they realized that someone is deliberately hunting them?"

The Mirror Messenger had finished its feeding process, so Hugh glanced at the slightly slanting sunlight, then flipped over and mounted the Running Rat.

In the city of Seren, although Hugh was one of those who were "skilled and daring," he did not want to attract the attention of the main body of the Dark Abyss offspring too early. If they went berserk and organized a massive "death tide" to besiege him, that would be bad news.

Sniggy yawned in the warm sunlight. Its body was covered with all sorts of spoils from Hugh's journey, from weapons to food and supplies, and even a small bag of magic crystals. Hugh had found these in a collapsed building while hunting a Dark Abyss offspring. Although the quality was limited, magic crystals were always a good thing for a mage.

"Let's go back."

Hugh gently patted Sniggy's head, and the big rat immediately perked up. It identified the direction and then led Hugh toward Felix and the others' hiding place.

However, after running for only a few minutes, the sprinting rat suddenly stopped. Its fur stood on end slightly, and it let out a soft hiss, a sign of threat and warning.

Seeing this, Hugh frowned slightly. Although there were no warning signs in his mental world, he immediately became alert. The mist of the Dark Abyss immediately filled his eyes, allowing Hugh to capture the slightest magical fluctuations in front of him.

Then he saw that in the shadows of the street ahead, thick, black pus was slowly gushing out from different directions. It gathered in the middle of the street and slowly formed a somewhat blurry, black human figure.

Immediately afterwards, this humanoid figure, clearly transformed from a descendant of the Dark Abyss, did something that greatly surprised Hugh.

It took a step forward, and then slowly bent down in the direction of Hugh.

It is bowing.

(End of this chapter)