Brothel Manager : Unexpected Encounter with A Hidden Family Heirloom-Chapter 518 : Nightmare!

Before people realised what's happening, Das had already started his rampage. Even he doesn't know what he is doing or who he is killing.

Like insects burning to fire. The Taurus family members and their army began falling to the ground in the hands of burning Das.

The battlefield of Hope Island was drenched in blood, and the sky was darkened by the sheer intensity of the carnage unfolding below. Das stood at the center, his cursed red sword glowing with an ominous crimson hue, dripping with the blood of the Taurus family's fallen.

He moved with an unrelenting fury, his figure a blur of motion, striking down enemies with such ferocity that even the bravest warriors trembled in fear.

On his shoulder lay Thea's lifeless body, her pale face a painful reminder of what had been taken from him. Her blood had soaked into his shirt, mixing with the tears that continued to stream from his eyes.

Every step Das took was fueled by a searing rage that consumed him entirely. His voice, hoarse from shouting, echoed across the battlefield.

"Run… Run… Run!" he roared, his words like thunder that shook the hearts of the escaping Taurus soldiers.

The Taurus family members used their entire force—a staggering three million soldiers—in a desperate attempt to stop Das. They hoped to overwhelm him with sheer numbers, but they underestimated the power of his rage and the cursed sword he wielded.

The blade seemed to thirst for blood, its sinister energy slicing through armor, flesh, and bone with ease.

Das fought like a man possessed. He needed no help from the animal spirits or anyone else. He alone was enough. As he charged through the ranks of the Taurus army, he left a trail of devastation in his wake. Soldiers fell in droves, their bodies piling up like discarded leaves.

"Form ranks! Hold the line! Sacrifice your lives. But kill him before that." one of the Taurus commanders shouted, his voice cracking with desperation.

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But it was no use. Every formation they tried to establish was torn apart within seconds. Das moved like a whirlwind, his sword carving through the air in deadly arcs.

The soldiers' cries of pain and terror filled the battlefield, drowning out even the sounds of clashing steel.

When the soldiers managed to regroup and surround Das, believing their sheer numbers might finally slow him, the Scorpion Spirit, now under Das's control, unleashed its full wrath.

Emerging from the ground in a surge of dark energy, the massive spirit towered over the battlefield. Its pincers dripped with venom, and its tail lashed out with deadly precision, spreading a poisonous fog that blanketed the island.

The venomous mist turned the lush terrain of Hope Island into a barren wasteland. Trees withered and collapsed, waters turned black and lifeless, and the very air became toxic.

The Taurus soldiers, already terrified of Das, began choking on the poisonous air, their strength failing as the Scorpion Spirit claimed their lives one by one.

"Retreat! Retreat!" one of the remaining captains screamed, his voice barely audible over the chaos.

The soldiers fled in every direction, their discipline shattered. But Das was relentless. He pursued them with unyielding determination, his sword flashing like lightning as he cut them down. His eyes burned red with fury, and his tears mingled with the blood splattered across his face.

From the northern shore, General Harries and his troops watched the massacre unfold with stunned disbelief. Harries lowered his binoculars, his face pale and his hands trembling.

"Pull everyone back to the ship," he ordered his officers. "We're not getting involved in this madness."

"But, General," one of his subordinates protested, "shouldn't we try to intervene? The collateral damage… the loss of life…"

Harries shook his head. "That's not a man on the battlefield. That's a madman who went barbaric. If we intervene, we'll be swept away too."

The Indian Army soldiers began retreating to their ship, their faces grim. From their vantage point, they could see the Farus family soldiers and members also evacuating the island in army ships. Patriarch Long barked orders, his voice strained but steady.

"Leave everything! Take only what you can carry! Das's rage won't stop with the Taurus family. If he turns on us next, we'll all be dead!"

Princess Amara lingered for a moment, her eyes fixed on Das's figure in the distance. He was drenched in blood, his movements erratic yet devastatingly effective. She bit her lip, her heart heavy with a mix of guilt and sorrow.

"Das… what have you become?" she whispered before turning to follow her family.

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As the massacre continued, the live broadcast of the events sent shockwaves across the world. The dark web became active in containing news to the outer world.

Underworld's news outlets scrambled to cover the story, and dark web platforms were flooded with footage of Das's rampage. The images of the Scorpion Spirit's toxic wrath and Das's blood-soaked figure dominated every screen.

In the business world, the fallout was immediate. The collapse of the Taurus, Farus, and Aries families' networks sent global markets into freefall. Major corporations tied to the families' trade empires saw their stock prices plummet, and financial institutions were thrown into chaos.

Meanwhile, in the shadows, Eden, Thea's sister, seized the opportunity. In association with the Shadow Clan of the USA, she began consolidating power, taking control of the remnants of the Taurus, Farus, and Aries families' underworld operations. Her legion struck swiftly, dismantling rival factions and seizing key territories.

On the dark net, a new organization emerged under her leadership: The Skull Organization. Its chilling motto, "The era of the hidden families is over. The Cursed Sword Master will bring balance," sent ripples through both the criminal underworld and the legitimate business world.

Eden, though grief-stricken over Thea's death, remained focused on her mission. With every success, she felt the weight of her sister's sacrifice driving her forward.

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On the island, the battle was finally drawing to a close. Das stood alone amidst the ruins, his chest heaving and his sword dripping with blood. The bodies of Taurus soldiers lay scattered around him, and the once-vibrant island was now a desolate wasteland, poisoned by the Scorpion Spirit's venom.

The remaining Taurus family members, including matriarch Maya, had already fallen to graves. Their once-proud army had been reduced to nothing more than corpses and ash.

Ryon himself, limping and bloodied, stumbled through the poisonous fog, his defiance finally shattered.

Flying on the phoenix spirit, Das cut down Patriarch Ryon's head in one go.

For a moment, the entire island was silent. The only sound was Das's ragged breathing and the soft rustle of the poisoned wind.

Das clenched his fists, his nails digging into his palms until blood dripped onto the ground. His tears fell freely, soaking into the earth as he let out a guttural roar of anguish that seemed to shake the very foundations of the island.

The spectators—both those on the dark net and those watching from afar—were left in stunned silence. None dared speak as they witnessed the sheer magnitude of Das's grief and fury. They knew they were witnessing the birth of a legend—and a-nightmare.

As Das stood once more, his eyes burning with unrelenting determination, one thing was clear: the world would never be the same again.

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