CHAPTER 202: SAND WATERFALL

"Becky, right?

I need to double-check something—

Among the Black Sinners on Three-Fork Mountain, you’re absolutely sure there’s no False King?"

After recognizing the northern hero, Carlos actually believed most of it.

At least when it came to the Black Sinners problem, the northern hero’s side was rock solid.

"No..."

As Becky talked, her eyes unconsciously drifted toward Kiri.

Kiri gave her a rock-steady look: Trust me!

Becky hesitantly shook her head:

"I don’t think so..."

Just as she said this, Becky’s pupils suddenly flashed with starlight.

She saw some nasty cave

With quite a few Black Sinners, including an eight-armed monster with a seriously terrifying vibe.

Her dear friend was trapped by withered yellow vines in the deepest part of the cave.

Everything Kiri said was legit!

Becky got pumped up.

"Hmm?"

Here we go again!

Just as the Dark Purple Force Field was about to seal Becky’s mouth, her pupils went back to normal.

"Absolutely not!"

With the prophetic result, Becky was totally confident this time, no longer showing her previous guilt.

"I just had a vision of the Black Sinners on Three-Fork Mountain—

Their vibes are nowhere near as strong as your guys!"

Even though their auras were scary, the monsters under this person’s command had way more frightening presences.

Carlos stayed on guard, afraid of accidentally getting cursed by the Eyes of Calamity.

The side effects of the Eyes of Calamity were obvious, but according to the records, their prophetic abilities were definitely real!

After thinking for a moment, he decided to trust them this once:

"I believe you.

Those Black Sinners have gotta go!"

"Thank you so much!!!"

Becky quickly bowed to show her thanks.

Kiri let out a sigh of relief:

Phew, with Carlos Valois jumping into action,

The Black Sinners on Three-Fork Mountain definitely won’t get away.

This was the Eternal Annihilation Demon King—even as a kid, he already had terrifying power that non-Controllers couldn’t match.

"Tell me exactly where the Black Sinners’ cave is."

Becky immediately answered:

"It’s on Three-Fork Mountain, behind the sand waterfall between the left peak and center peak!

On that mountain, there’s only one sand waterfall like that."

She combined her visions with Kiri’s intel to give the most accurate location.

"Good."

After hearing this, Carlos waved his hand—

All the shield guards in the courtyard went back to the summoning space.

Then,

Crimson-gold serpent wings spread from his back.

"Whoosh!"

His wings beat, storm enhancement kicked in, and he shot into the sky!

"Damn!"

Red Spirit followed right behind, and they quickly disappeared into the horizon.

"..."

A cold wind blew through.

In the courtyard,

The two girls finally snapped out of it:

"He took off!!!"

Kiri was blown away.

Did the young Eternal Annihilation Demon King have such an impatient personality?

She hadn’t even had time to offer to show him the way!

"Young Master Carlos is so decisive!"

Becky pressed her hands to her heart.

She hadn’t expected this Young Master Carlos to be so decisive, without a hint of hesitation.

Every minute sooner meant one more chance to rescue her dear friend—Becky was incredibly grateful.

This quick and decisive style—she was totally into it.

In daily life,

She hated wishy-washy people most, and had never seen anyone act so decisively.

He was exactly her type.

"Becky, don’t just stand there—let’s go after them!"

"???"

...

Two streaks of light quickly left Rock Sand City, racing toward distant Three-Fork Mountain.

"Red Spirit, their soul vibes can’t be read?"

Carlos wasn’t surprised.

One was the northern hero, a being that practiced Valkyrie will—even though still weak, her natural control over spirituality was crazy high.

The other was the host of the Eyes of Calamity, her spirituality buried deep in the river of fate, unable to show up in the Material Realm.

"Three-Fork Mountain,

Black Sinners,

Waterfall."

Carlos’s mind constantly searched related memories, trying to find more info.

"In the original timeline, no major stuff happened on Three-Fork Mountain."

...

Three-Fork Mountain was famous for its three steep peaks—

The middle one highest, the two sides lower, with flowing sand connecting the peaks from some unknown source.

Between the left peak and center peak,

A sand waterfall dozens of feet high came crashing down,

Making thunderous sounds as it slammed into the bottomless sand surface, throwing up sand flowers.

"This is it."

High above the sand waterfall, a figure hovered in mid-air, checking things out carefully.

"From the outside, nothing looks weird."

....

Behind the sand waterfall,

In the Black Sinners’ hidden cave.

An eight-armed humanoid creature listened to intel reports from its underlings.

"Lord Jeff, the third letter has been delivered to the human security office!"

Several Black Sinners with weirdly shaped arms respectfully reported below.

High-level Black Sinner Jeff—

The muscles on his eight arms bulged high, radiating serious pressure.

"How are the humans reacting?"

His voice was raspy, like a beast’s growl.

"According to intel from inside human ranks,

Just like Lord Luckybe planned,

The human leadership totally believes

That Rock Sand City’s forces, especially those three Controllers, have pretty much all gathered in District Four.

The plan is going super smoothly."

A mid-level Black Sinner stepped forward with a secret message,

Clearly spelling out recent secret orders and movements of Rock Sand City’s human leadership.

Jeff opened it and scanned a few lines, then said with disgust:

"No matter what era, there’s never a shortage of backstabbers who sell out their own kind!"

Psychic energy surged in his hand, instantly destroying the message—not even ashes were left.

"Tell me, among us, are there similar traitors?"

Jeff’s eyes were playful.

The Black Sinners’ life in the Material Realm wasn’t a cakewalk.

Because those morons in the early descent phase blew their cover way too early, Jeff’s group was in a seriously tough and dangerous spot.

He didn’t believe his people had zero complaints whatsoever.

With resentment comes the possibility of betrayal.

"Lo... Lord,

We could never possibly betray our race!"

The Black Sinners dropped to their knees in droves.

They never expected their lord to question their loyalty to the race!

Jeff’s raspy voice rang out:

"Betrayal requires paying a price,

Betrayal can get you benefits,

When benefits outweigh costs,

Betrayal becomes the smart choice."

At this critical moment before the ritual kicked off, Jeff had to properly warn his people—not the tiniest screw-up could be tolerated!

"Lo... Lord..."

Wasn’t their lord overthinking this?

The Black Sinners looked at each other.

Even so,

But...

Humans wouldn’t accept them anyway!

It was all the fault of those bastards from the early descent—they couldn’t even disguise themselves properly. What Black Sinners were like was crystal clear in human minds.

This was a racial war with no middle ground.

So no one was even trying to tempt them—just kill! Kill! Kill!