Lord of Mysterious Wizard-Chapter 202 - The Might of Samra

Chapter 202: Chapter 202: The Might of Samra

Chapter 202 -202: The Might of Samra

Central District, a street that exudes luxury everywhere.

This is Bourbon Street.

Here, one finds high-end venues, streets that are extremely clean, and streetlights even more elegant than elsewhere. Each building appears unique, designed and constructed by special architects, starkly contrasting the monotonous and old residential buildings of Blank District.

Under the bright lights, the whole street seems irresistibly enticing. Luxury cars pass by, and well-dressed gentlemen alight, accompanied by stunningly gorgeous women, either heading to attend banquets or to revel at a club.

A festive atmosphere of opulence and indulgence envelopes the place.

Commoners or beggars would have no chance of setting foot here.

Unlike the frightened citizens, the upper class can’t endure being bottled up for long. A day without entertainment and luxury would seem like death to them. The uniqueness of this place led these individuals to believe that even if war were to break out, it wouldn’t choose here, but rather the crowded and lowly Bronk District.

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Their reasoning had some merit, but tonight, things are different.

The blurry moonlight in the sky is suddenly obscured by a mass of clouds.

Whoosh!

A chilling breeze abruptly sweeps through the street.

Just as the ladies scream because of their uplifted skirts, a sound akin to flowing water emerges from the entrance of the street.

But what flows in is not water.

It is group after group of living, black fog with gray patches, flooding in like water, quickly sweeping over Bourbon Street. It drowns the pavement and flower beds, and soon, it threatens to submerge the figures yet to enter the buildings.

The screams of ladies and gentlemen are stifled before they begin, as if they all sniffed something, their eyes roll back in unison, and they collapse with consecutive ‘thud thud thud’ sounds on the ground.

Those who hid inside the buildings were not spared either.

As the “Black Gray Mist Swamp” permeates across Bourbon Street, everyone is knocked unconscious.

Complicated toxins churn in the air.

However, one building seems to be deliberately ignored by this swamp-like entity.

Or rather, it is encircled.

That is a pioneering building cloaked in black, which even on Bourbon Street looks out of place. Yet this building, within the upper echelons of Meiser City, is well-known.

Its name is… Hastu Club!

It is said to have been founded by the only son of Mayor Gary Ross.

There is but one motto for the club, which, undoubtedly, attracts a wealth of influential and affluent clientele.

“Here, you can have everything!”

To the average person, this slogan might imply that one can find various kinds of indulgence within the club.

But the true elite know that this is only the most superficial meaning. The truth is, no matter how perverse or disgusting a person you are, you can release your dark desires within the club, and the club will cater to you.

The inspiration, it is rumored, came from Gary Ross himself.

After all, the nobility of Messer City are aware that Mayor Ross, adored by the citizens, is in fact a psychological deviant.

When the “Black Mist Swamp” envelopes the club’s building, at the street entrance, figures silently emerge.

Each of them tall and robust, radiating ferocity and savagery.

Half-demon!

Demon aura!

They all hide in the darkness, but undoubtedly, these are people from the Mellon Family.

Meanwhile, inside the pitch-black Hastu Club building, a series of strange shadows elongate and separate themselves, soon appearing at the other end of the street.

These figures, dressed in peculiar suits with immaculate and shiny skulls, are also adorned with bizarre masks.

White and red, both were present.

Polluters!

Both parties faced off for a moment, and amidst this tense atmosphere, the sound of leather shoes treading on the ground could be heard.

A slender figure emerged from inside the club.

This was an elder, dressed in a butler-like suit. His skin was aged yet strangely pale; you could see the veins writhing underneath it. Surprisingly, he had hair, a head of neatly combed-back white hair.

His face was equally frightfully pale, with a pair of peculiar, vertical, yellow pupils.

Just one glance at him was enough to stir a feeling of nausea within.

The elder stood calmly in front of Black Gray Mist Swamp, staring at the towering figures with his yellow vertical pupils, his raspy voice piercing through the mist and resounding along Bourbon Street.

“The old master and the young master are both absent. Tonight, I shall host the guests from the Mellon Family.”

As soon as his words fell, a muscular figure began to laugh coldly from within the mist.

“A mangy old dog that likes to feed on humans thinks he can posture before me? Pick the meat out from between your teeth before you speak. Just looking at you makes me sick, and I’m tempted to smash your dog head right now.”

“But unfortunately, the main force tonight is not me.”

“Huh”

Accompanying the muscular figure’s words, another human figure appeared within the mist.

Or rather, the figure itself was formed from clumps of black gray mist.

A woman!

A woman abnormally tall, dressed in a complex, ornate black robe, with terrifying features and dark-skinned face.

She stood over two meters tall, with skin full of wrinkles exposed, but it was covered with dense, numerous spell runes, including her face. Her eye sockets were utterly void, only harboring two black holes, with a terrifying aura bursting forth.

“Ah~”

A mere exchange of glances, and the elder began to wail.

His yellow vertical pupils burst with a “pop,” and blood streamed down, yet he remained oblivious, wailing in pain.

What was eerie is that the other Polluters who witnessed this scene seemed frozen stiff, not moving a muscle.

Until the next moment, a massively thick black python emerged from the “Black Mist Swamp,” slowly coiling itself around the elder’s body, with its bright red mouth opening wide.

“Hiss~”

It moved, and the python swallowed the elder – who had no chance to exhibit his strength – into its belly.

The black-skinned woman abruptly opened her mouth, issuing an extremely furious roar.

“Samra!”

A piercing hiss sounded, and from within those black eye holes, an incredibly frigid chill burst out. Below the cloud-covered sky, an unprecedentedly large black Python raised its upper body from the deep earth, its bright red mouth seemingly engulfing the entire Bourbon Street.

“Boom~ Boom Boom Boom”

Within the Black Mist Swamp, numerous black pythons broke through, forming a flood of snakes that surged towards all the Polluters, towards the Hastu Club, which loomed like a monstrous beast in the darkness.

…

Within the brick building at Thorns Campus, Tang Qi was experimenting with the characteristics of the “Flame Spell,” but he suddenly paused as if he sensed something.

At the same time, other Transcendents throughout Messer City felt an unspeakably terrifying momentum, which exploded without warning across Meiser City.

The force of this momentum was so strong it was no less than the previously awe-inspiring “Hall.”

“Messer City is about to descend into chaos again.”

The Transcendents thought to themselves in unison.