Marquis Enwei pondered for a long time, then created a special blood bag to collect all the tickets scattered on the ground and took them back to Green Manor. 𝒇𝙧𝙚𝓮𝙬𝙚𝓫𝒏𝓸𝓿𝓮𝒍.𝓬𝙤𝓶

"The opponent’s methods are quite innovative and strange, I even suspect they have some non-plague foreign techniques mixed in. Anyway, the tickets are here, what do you two think?"

Naste slowly descended from the air, speaking with a look of disdain:

"What’s there to see~ of course not going!

They made it so strange before the performance even started, should we walk in and trap ourselves willingly? With the Skin Factory as such a convenient base, why go out searching for danger?

The World Infection is about to be completed, nothing can go wrong at this point.

We’ll just stay in the manor and watch what these circus folks intend to do. If they take the initiative to attack, I wouldn’t mind playing with them a bit."

Glatoni nodded while tearing at a large roasted leg, "I agree with Naste, there’s no need to go looking for trouble, we’re at a critical moment now."

"Hmm..."

Marquis Enwei was slightly displeased; he had been played for a fool the other day, and today the circus set up directly beneath the Skin Factory and even performed such antics to taunt.

If it were in the past, the innately mad bloodfolk would have flooded over as an entire army, swallowing the circus in one breath.

"I’ll go ask the boss’s opinion, you two keep watching the tents below."

Images of Baron Grot’s bizarre posture continually replayed in Enwei’s mind,

incomprehensible how the opponent managed to ’flip’ his body in mere seconds and still live and move normally, performing some kind of subjugation that surpassed ’bloodline.’

"So peculiar, I must discuss this with the boss,

If this tent is left unchecked, the potential danger might expand over time... We must take effective action."

Enwei walked back inside the Skin Factory, navigating several forks and passing through a specially barricaded mirror,

where there’s a special elevator only for Earl Level and above, requiring identity verification,

leading to the highest part of the Skin Factory, once a room for drying special skins, abandoned for thousands of years but now repurposed by the bloodfolk.

Clang~

As the elevator ascended, the old-fashioned lift sealed in ancient gold inexplicably began bleeding inward, the blood rising past Marquis Enwei’s waist within mere meters of ascent.

Ding!

When the lift doors opened, the blood, expected to spill outward, strangely lingered inside, as if the ’air blood pressure’ in the external passage was greater.

He still hadn’t reached the former drying room, needing to climb a narrow spiral staircase upwards.

However, this staircase wasn’t simple either, blood might flow down the steps at any moment,

The blood seemingly had an independent consciousness, forming arms to grasp the legs of visitors, perhaps verifying identity or merely playing for amusement.

Finally reaching the top of the stairs, a deeply crimson Blood Gate blocked the path, upon touch it had the texture of hard wax,

with an eerie and bizarre painting depicted on it,

A middle-aged man with demonic, curved horns stands unclothed on a high platform, allowing his people below to pierce him with daggers, spears, or swords, letting his blood spray forth to feed those on the brink of starvation, saving humanity.

In a pious manner, Enwei pressed against the Blood Gate, extending his tongue to taste its surface. As the flavor reached him, numerous blood-formed arms suddenly emerged, pulling Enwei inside.

The former drying room had been completely remodeled in a church style; the once translucent glass regions were now closed off, coated with multiple layers of blood wax and gold.

In the center of the church stood an oversized red wax basin,

At least as large as a normal basketball court at a glance,

Great Emperor Pulaid was here, the long sword wrapped in bandages suspended behind him, one hand laid on the basin surface, seemingly conducting some test or maintaining some blood substance in the basin.

The camera moved up to reveal the basin filled with extremely viscous deep red blood,

A giant ancient skeleton soaked within, the overall hue also red... not purely a skeleton, interwoven between the bones were vein-like threads,

Each thread was managed by a Sewn Saint Infant*,

*A Sewn Saint Infant, a blood-colored infant resembling a human baby but reaching 1.5 meters in height; their fingers were flesh scissors, constantly trimming the threads, clipping away excess branched parts. They also stood the blood threads upright, occasionally braiding multiple threads together.

As time passed, the number of those infants increased; there were now over fifty in the blood tank.

Enwei removed his high hat, bowing, "Thank you, boss, for tending to this place!"

"What’s happening outside?"

"The circus tent has been set up, and it’s strange..." Enwei elaborated on the recent events.

Great Emperor Pulaid’s expression shifted, eyes closed, as he withdrew his hand from the blood tank’s surface.

"We can’t leave it undisturbed, the opponent bears the Exile of the Cancer Palace, possessing the malignant Patient of infinite proliferation. Given enough time, that clown could alter the entire connective mountain’s biological traits.

I’ll take a look."

"Yes."

With a raised hand, Great Emperor Pulaid summoned down a coffin lid to seal the blood tank, accompanying Enwei to the manor area.

"Boss, how’s the Monarch holding up?"

"The same as usual, can only truly awaken after the World Infection concludes... currently stable, we just need to ensure He is undisturbed."

"Understood."

With Great Emperor Pulaid’s arrival, the Earls around the manor’s edge immediately made way.

His tightly closed eyes slowly opened upon reaching the viewing platform’s edge, revealing twin pupils, his special blood-tinged Vision falling upon the tent below.

At first glance, it remained impenetrable, but as the pupils began overlapping, Great Emperor Pulaid gradually saw through the tent’s depth, discovering a vortex-like black object.

Stabbing pain forced Great Emperor Pulaid to close his eyes abruptly, even a drop of blood tears flowed from the corner.

"Boss! Did you see through it... what’s inside?"

"Some kind of Abyss-related spiral vortex, the opponent specifically set countermeasures for Vision Perception..."

"The Abyss?! So, is the circus’s owner inside?"

"Not necessarily~ feels different... let me try."

Rising slowly into the air, Great Emperor Pulaid, the blood-bandaged sword in his hand now,

his pupils locked onto the tent below,

raising his arm high,

not feeling particularly forceful, he simply swung his sword, slashing down gently.

Swish...

The Blood River in front of the Skin Factory ceased flowing, splitting apart to reveal the riverbed’s situation clearly,

Three consecutive connective mountain crests were utterly cleaved,

The tent built atop the mountain was no exception, even the clown statue overhead was cut apart, split into halves.

The entire tent deflated like a punctured balloon, finally falling to the ground as two pieces of tattered cloth... strangely enough, the tent contained nothing inside, completely empty.

Soon after,

another mountain peak not far from the cleaved mountain began to emanate a layer of flesh-colored mist.

As the mist gradually dissipated, a new tent emerged,

from the tent entrance once again came clusters of balloon people, decorating the exterior and setting up signs, even retracting previously placed signs.