Luca.

People only knew that guy's name was Luca.

Other than that, everything was shrouded in mist.

He seemed to emerge from the deepest shadows, slaughtering everyone upon his appearance.

He unified the once scattered old world immigrants and gave them a new name.

Old world immigrant mafia was just a generic term for these people.

In reality, what truly crushed the Royal Capital Mafia was Uttahan.

The so-called Uttahan means 'red dragon' in the ancient language of the old world.

The Red Dragon was the most formidable legion under Emperor Lius, the ultimate monarch of the old world, who conquered most of the territories for him, symbolizing invincibility.

Uttahan was the name Luca gave them.

And indeed, they were invincible now.

Luca came from the shadows, and Vasini couldn't predict his position at all.

In fact, before the war began, Vasini had, of course, conducted a detailed investigation of his greatest rival.

Luca was a powerhouse with the true name of the Shadow Monarch, with strength close to level five. Not only could he move freely in the shadows, killing in silence, but he could also summon Shadow Soldiers.

He could hide in the shadows, ignoring weapons and firearms.

In the underground war, such a person was nearly a god-like presence.

The Royal Capital Mafia, who originally scoffed at Uttahan, were slowly defeated by such a person.

Vasini himself was only a third-level underground baron with the true name of the Destruction God. His time in power was still too short and too early, leaving no time to grow stronger.

If it weren't for his family's legacy, he might have been Luca's first beheading target.

The reason he survived until today and even launched an attack tonight despite knowing the power gap, besides his fervent spirit, was that family heirloom...

A razor.

It was a relic left by his ancestors, said to have belonged to that first awakener of the Destruction God's true name.

Throat-Cutter Neil.

Both the name of the blade and of his ancestor.

This blade was a true name relic, containing the powerful true name energy of the Destruction God, comparable to a level five true name user, or even higher.

So, during the Royal Capital Mafia's decline, the Martinos Clan still preserved their dignity and held the Sanctuary.

Now, Vasini was going to use this ancestral weapon to reclaim past glory.

In the next instant.

The air around suddenly felt off.

He's here!

Luca.

Vasini felt a chill on his back.

As he subconsciously turned his head, the real killing intent came from the front, directly targeting his throat.

Now was the time.

Vasini abruptly wielded the ancestral relic.

The gun in his hand was just for show, a decoy.

The next moment.

An extremely sharp explosion sounded, and a black light seemed to leap out from the void, tracking towards a shadow.

The power of this relic lay in its ability to pursue the enemy relentlessly once locked onto a target until the enemy perished.

Several shadows in the air were pierced one after another.

Luca was fleeing rapidly.

But the black light refused to let him go.

This was the ultimate chase.

Yet Luca inexplicably chuckled, "Throat-Cutter Neil... truly formidable, but alas..."

"You shouldn't have left the Sanctuary."

These words startled Vasini.

At the same time, the pursuing black light seemed to suddenly crash into something hard, making a dull sound.

Briefly, a shadow appeared, accompanied by a turtle shell-like earthy-yellow shield.

The shield was what blocked the black light.

"This Earth Barrier of mine is just an ordinary item, but... outside the Sanctuary, how long can you wield that blade?"

Sweat started to bead on Vasini's forehead.

True name relics were certainly powerful, but they required the bearer to have significant ability, and using them consumed the bearer's strength.

If he was still in the Sanctuary, with the accumulated power from years of worship and praise, he wouldn't feel any pressure.

So, his opponent even calculated this?

"Three minutes."

Luca was still speaking.

"You can hold out for at most three more minutes, but I can play with you for another half-hour! Embrace your destiny of defeat."

The time Vasini could hold out was indeed limited.

The critical point was that he was being held up, while his men were continuously being breached and slaughtered.

No matter how much time and effort he had spent in the past three years cultivating these young men, they were still too weak and hadn't experienced real trials and tribulations, and their true names weren't strong enough.

In contrast, the old world immigrants recruited by Uttahan were all powerhouses.

They accepted anyone strong enough to join them.

So among them were followers of the Sun God Sect, followers of the Earth Mother Goddess, and various other kinds of people.

They were full of killing intent and had astonishing combat power.

As he heard his men fall one by one, Vasini resolved to fight to the end. He again wielded Throat-Cutter Neil, and this time, it was even faster and sharper.

"Oh? Desperate?"

Luca still seemed unaffected, still with that almost leisurely demeanor.

The next moment, a dazzling burst of light shone, and one of Vasini's guards was killed, creating a gap in the defense around him.

It also prevented him from concentrating to control the blade.

Luca seized this opportunity to brazenly close in for a body-to-body attack on Vasini again. Vasini could only retract the blade to protect himself entirely but was caught off guard by vines suddenly sprouting from the ground, tangling his feet.

Vasini's heart went cold; he sensed an overwhelming despair.

Could it all end here?

Father, ancestors, great Dark Savior, is this our fate, truly just this?

"Praying again, huh? I really can't understand you all. Clearly, just a bunch of mice in the dark, yet you make up a god, a god of mice? Wouldn't that still be a mouse?"

Luca simply appeared before Vasini.

But shadow still enveloped him entirely, keeping his true face hidden.

"Would a god of mice ever bless you?"

The question seemed directed at Vasini but also at himself.

He looked up at the sky.

Vasini couldn't help but look at the sky too.

The sky wasn't completely black; the luminous lights of the Royal Capital were reflecting brilliance.

"Oh great Lord, have you abandoned us? Forsaken the dark?"

This wasn't even a prayer anymore but almost a confession. Vasini no longer held any hope.

But at least he could die a glorious death.

But, in the next moment, his eyes widened suddenly because he actually... heard a response!

"I'm listening."

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