I, the leader of the esoteric sect, am doing great things in the infinite world!

“Let me see…” When the Black Prince’s gaze fell on the sealing wax on the letter, he realized that it was a message from the Far East Intelligence Bureau.

The Far East Intelligence Bureau was not an institution he funded and established, but rather an intelligence organization promoted by the Council of Wise Men, which existed earlier than him.

Although the Royal Factory and the Council of Wise Men are hostile to each other, Prince Alexander the Black is not averse to the Far East Intelligence Agency and has even purchased intelligence from it on several occasions.

However, after opening it, the Black Prince's face turned completely gloomy, and then an expression of extreme anger appeared on his face.

"Too much deception! Too much deception!"

"How dare he do this? How dare he!" The Black Prince paced back and forth in the room, gritting his teeth.

Half of his face remained cold and aloof, while the other half was grotesque and devilish. His gentle and refined demeanor was gone, replaced by a holy aura mixed with evil.

Despite having anticipated this, Alexander still felt a wave of dizziness when he saw the irrefutable intelligence.

—His own influence in the Far East was completely wiped out. Those who fell into Li Lin's hands were not killed, but their beliefs seemed to have been twisted by something. Those who did not fall into Li Lin's hands did not have to enjoy the treatment of defection, but were directly used as fertilizer.

Nearly half of the Royal Factory's power was lost to Tang. How could the Black Prince tolerate this?

"Damn it, I can't take it anymore."

The Black Prince pushed open the door with a grim expression, then realized that he was not alone: ​​there was another god-slayer who had a similar experience to him and must also be interested in Tang.

"Connect me to... [Pluto] John Pruto Smith's phone."

377 Hades (Free Chapter)

John Pruto Smith, the American "Pluto," is a superhero existing among humans.

But that was just a mask; only Hades himself knew that it was merely a disguise to conceal his true nature.

—Anne Charlton was her real name.

Beneath the tough and imposing superhero lies a young female university teaching assistant, a woman who remains composed and exudes aristocratic charm in the face of any adversity.

As a secretive god of the underworld, Pluto did not have a large following like other god-killers. Although he ruled over the entire United States, he still did not build up a power of his own, with only a few scattered and capable assistants.

Like the superhero team in the movie, it's small but elite.

This is because in the vast land of the United States, which is a mixture of advanced and backward, civilized and barbaric, rich and poor, there are simply too many secret sects of all kinds.

—A cult masquerading as a religion of divine revelation, a cult organization that worships the Earth Mother Goddess of the past, even pawns secretly supported by other god-killers, and secret groups that have gained supernatural powers by chance...

They are scattered throughout major cities like Washington, D.C., and San Francisco, as well as in rural villages in states like Kansas, Florida, Wisconsin, and Texas. Their rampant growth is a testament to the secretive nature of these grassroots groups.

They broke into this mysterious world and quickly abandoned their human dignity, dyeing themselves completely black.

Kidnapping, sacrifice, spiritual practices... When faced with these religious groups, Pluto had no choice but to kill them one by one.

"The enemy is Hades, Hades Pluto!"

The leader of the esoteric sect shouted, "Don't let your guard down!"

He then appeared to cast some kind of frenzied spell, manipulating most of his minions toward Hades, before attempting to escape with a few trusted followers through a pre-dug secret passage.

"Hmph, you don't need to make me put in any more effort."

A beautiful tenor voice rose from beneath Johann Prutto's mask, his cloak fluttering in the wind, revealing a dark blue, old European-style aristocratic attire beneath it.

The full moon in the sky was suddenly obscured by dark clouds, and chaotic lightning trembled down from the clouds, hammering the earth.

The office building that was originally used to house the religious order has vanished into thin air, replaced by a 15-meter-tall giant whose majestic silhouette resembles a mountain.

—Power: Meta Morpho Seth.

This power was usurped from the first sun god of the Aztec legend, "Mirror of Smoke," also known as Tescatlipoca, which allowed John Pluto to freely manifest his five incarnations after offering sacrifices.

And now, the first incarnation he has revealed, the Great Mage, requires sacrifices that consist of all the towering buildings created by human civilization.

The giant was somewhere between majestic and withered, like a dried corpse, yet it wore a towering feathered crown. Its figure floated and sank in the smoke, and its face was as black as a mirror.

Black flames coiled around the giant's body, as if he were carrying the sun on his back, or as if he were an ever-present breeze.

Its obsidian-cast right leg reflected a mirror-like luster under the eerie moonlight.

"To destroy you, I reveal my great deeds—to devour the flesh of human sacrifices, the most delicious parts... Now I am a god!"

As the incantation was uttered, the ancient wheel of time turned with the vicissitudes of time. Beneath the burning sunstone, the first sun of American mythology raised its hand and swung it down at the fleeing cult.

The clouds of smoke crackling with lightning transformed into pitch-black flames of calamity, and the spears of thunder crashed menacingly to the ground, annihilating all the fleeing cultists and obliterating the spells they had summoned.

A sudden bolt of lightning swept across the clouds, illuminating the ravaged land.

The incarnation of the Mirror of Smoke has vanished, and John Pluto, the god of the underworld who wielded this power, is nowhere to be found. Only the ravaged land, burned by the flames and ravaged by the strange force, remains. After this ordeal, the spiritual vein of Los Angeles has been completely severed.

"This is Hades..."

"This is the God who protects us!"

"Los Angeles, no, the guardian of America!"

Hades didn't care whether his battle would be watched by crowds, so at the edge of the battlefield, nearly a thousand people gathered there—they weren't just there to watch the spectacle, but also to pray for Hades, like his devotees.

As a true superhero, Pluto's every triumphant return is exhilarating, and film companies have even released four superhero movies about John Pluto.

"What an exciting wait, my friend."

As Jack waited at the edge of the battlefield ruins, he heard a familiar, melodious tenor voice. He turned around and saw John Prutto, dressed in a black cloak, walking toward him with his hands behind his back.

“You always do this.” Jack snorted, replacing a complaint with a cold laugh. He seemed to have a lot of grievances, but this was actually how he and John Prutto expressed their friendship.

Just like Sherlock Holmes and Dr. Watson in the novel, Jack is Hades' assistant. However, he has only stepped into the mysterious world and does not know any magic, so he cannot participate in Hades' battle.

“Haha, don’t do that, my friend.” John Prutto pulled his arm out from behind his back and made an apologetic gesture. “You’ve already done me a great favor by helping me control the situation.”

"Yeah, right." Jack chuckled and stretched. "Want a drink?"

“I’m afraid not today.” John Prutto chuckled twice. “Well then, until next time, Jack.”

All the lights around Long Beach went out, and Pluto's figure gradually became longer in the night. The surroundings were plunged into pure darkness. All the artificial lights and natural fires were taken away, leaving only the pale and dim moon floating among the branches of the woodland.

Even if someone takes out a flashlight or uses their mobile phone for illumination, it still cannot emit any light.

—The second incarnation, the leopard, requires the surrounding light as a sacrifice, which lasts until dawn.

The slender leopard shape flashed into the darkness, its two eerie green eyes quickly disappearing into the distance.

Goodbye, John Pruto Smith.

In the darkness, Jack took off his hat and bowed slightly to the departing wind.

He knew this was not a final farewell; whenever the city fell into crisis and a new storm arose, the black-masked king would surely return once more.

......

The agile jaguar leaps across the dark, shadowy woodland and weaves through the neon lights of the steel jungle city.

Several dazzling neon lights swept across the high-rise buildings, and a leaping jaguar drew an arc in the night sky before falling into the shadows cast by the city's skyscrapers.

Then a white woman with short red hair emerged from the shadows, her face as cold as ice, and walked into the university where she taught.

At this point, she transformed from John Pluto, the god of the underworld, into the young Anne Charlton.

A kind-looking elderly Black man stepped forward; this was her nominal mentor, Joe Best.

In fact, Best is also one of Annie's few helpers in the mysterious world, and one of the few people who know her true identity.

"A phone call, it's for you."

“Me?” Anne Charlton’s face hardened. “Are you looking for Anne, or Pluto?”

“Actually, it was the Black Prince who called,” the old man sighed. “He’s inviting you to visit Qing China.”

Even though Tang has now recovered the entire territory and spread its influence to East Asia, these Western countries still firmly refer to the mainland as the Qing Dynasty.

"What's the reason?" Annie looked up in confusion.

“For the future.” Best poured himself and Anne each a glass of brandy.

"This is ridiculous." Annie downed the drink in her glass in one gulp, a flush rising to her cheeks.

"But hasn't the power of the parliament indeed suffered a setback in Qing China?"

“Perhaps it should be described as more than just a setback…” Best took a sip of brandy, thankfully his black face betrayed no subtle emotion. “Our entire team of agents in Qing China has been wiped out.”

“I understand.” Anne picked up the expensive bottle of brandy. “Tell the Black Prince and the Congress that I will be leaving in a week.”

Each use of the incarnation requires a seven-day waiting period, and John Pruto will only appear when all preparations are complete.

378 Immortal Punk

"Don't rush, take it one at a time!"

The squad leader in charge of dispatching waved his command flag, directing the heavy-duty van in front of him to drive onto the elevated highway.

The driver was deathly pale. He repeatedly loosened and tightened his grip on the steering wheel before daring to hold it firmly.

"Xiao Wang, are you in a hurry?" The experienced driver next to him rolled down his window and smiled at the young, inexperienced driver. "Don't be afraid, just follow instructions."

The experienced driver gave the younger driver a thumbs-up as encouragement.

"What you love is your life."

"I'm fine, Uncle Chen."