Chapter 38: Chapter 36: Why Are You Still Getting Calls During the Lantern Festival? Do You Not Have a Date?
"There’s nothing of the sort; I just occasionally get carried away with drink."
Chloe was personally trained by Master Nini, and they had a relationship that was both teacher and friend.
But he still kept this matter in his heart.
He was silent for a moment, then said in a low voice:
"Master Nini doesn’t suspect that the information I provided might be wrong?"
Nini, floating in midair, said:
"The vice principal over there will trust me."
"That’s not what I’m talking about."
He wiped the lychee wine from the corner of his mouth, gently holding Nini’s hand without speaking.
Seeing that the young man hadn’t spoken for a long time, Master Nini said softly:
"The Treasure Elf can sense malice. Has Chloe ever thought of deceiving Nini?"
"Yes, I always wanted to trick you for your good luck and then make some money on spinach."
The elf snorted lightly and said:
"That sort of thing can’t be decided by luck, so, did you deceive Nini?"
"No."
"Then it’s fine. I’m your mentor; it’s my duty to protect Xiaoke."
Even though the lychee wine contained very little alcohol, it still made her three parts intoxicated.
Chloe was the same.
He tightened his grip on her hand, fearing that his dumb mentor might fall over.
"Nini, the people summoned tonight, are they reliable?"
"You said they would attack on the night of the Lantern Festival, so I called everyone I could."
Chloe: ...
He initially thought calling a few sequence six senior instructors would be enough.
But he remembered correctly, among Master Nini’s acquaintances, most were sequence seven, some sequence six, and even a few were sequence five monsters.
She even notified the vice principal.
He’d already started to look forward to tonight’s Lantern Festival.
...
Night was deepening.
A figure in a black robe quietly watched the stained glass windows of the church outside the city.
Not far from him, people flowed continuously, yet when passing by here, they bizarrely took a detour.
Behind him, thirty more people were armed.
No one noticed this group of strange people with murderous intent, as if they were ghosts, non-existent here.
The man in black silently observed the church of the Child of the Sun Chaser.
It was a divine spirit born during the time of the King of Redemption, but now this later deity shone so brightly they didn’t dare to look up.
The former Sun God, the Eternal Fierce Sun, destroyed the body of the Crimson Dominator but was on the verge of falling.
He thought that after the Sunset Calamity, dawn for the Crimson Church would arrive.
Yet who would have thought, before the embers of the Fiery Sun burned out, one of his followers, chasing the back view of the Eternal Fierce Sun, ascended to the divine throne.
Ever since then, the Child of the Sun Chaser followed the Path of the Fiery Sun, slaughtering them so they dared not show their faces.
Time passed like this for thousands of years.
But it didn’t matter, dawn was right before their eyes.
The True God’s gaze has turned toward the astral sky.
Now was their rare time to act.
No one behind stopped the priest.
The priest’s temper was well understood by them.
They wanted to interject but feared getting themselves into trouble.
"Team two, you are to start causing chaos in the city. Team one, once the chaos erupts, infiltrate the Ethereal Emblem with me."
"Understood!" *N
The members of team two quietly retreated, ready to cause trouble.
The members of team one stayed by the priest’s side, watching him gaze blankly at the statue of the Child of the Sun Chaser.
Suddenly, a head rolled over to his feet.
It was unknown when the black-clothed men of team two had been beheaded.
A giant over 2.5 meters tall slowly walked up, touching his glowing head, spat, and said:
"Where are the Evil God’s Followers from, daring to disturb me watching girls."
No one spoke.
This attire was clearly from the Soldier Lord Path, sequence six, the Eternal Blade.
A profession capable of hitting people with Time Stop activated.
Many people changed colors at the mentioning of the Eternal Blade.
In the industry, it was rumored that if you were about to enjoy a night with your girlfriend but it ended before starting, don’t be anxious.
Check whether there’s an Eternal Blade activated nearby and see if she’s turning into a cream puff.
If so, congratulations; you’ve been hit by Time Stop!
So over the years, when a man’s prowess failed, the blame was shifted onto the Eternal Blade.
It must be the Eternal Blade’s doing.jpg
Of course!
Joking around is fine, but don’t joke about the Eternal Blade.
Such a monster suddenly appearing before them, no one dared to breathe heavily.
They only hoped that the Existence Erasure Array set up by the priest wouldn’t be easily seen through by the other party.
For a long time, the bald-headed strong man searched and couldn’t find the severed head, and was about to turn and leave.
Everyone breathed a sigh of relief.
At this moment, a ringing sound suddenly emanated from the priest’s pocket, shattering the surrounding silence.
Some citizens glanced around curiously but couldn’t find the source of the music.
The bald-headed man who was about to walk away slowly turned his head back, looking at the corner, revealing a sinister smile.
Moments later, the priest’s annoyed voice sounded:
"Hello, who is this? Calling during the Lantern Festival, don’t you have a date?"
The priest was enraged.
Just when the atmosphere of the Esoteric Practitioners’ activity was building up, ready to stir things up, a phone call ruined it.
The middle-aged man touched his bald head, gesturing for him to continue with the call.
The priest’s hood fell off, revealing another reflective bald head, and he was discontentedly talking on the phone while trying to put the hood back on.
"What? You say you’re a real estate agent? Don’t you know about customer privacy protection?"
The followers were silent as they knew the priest had embezzled church funds to dabble in real estate.
"Calling during the Lantern Festival, may your life be as fulfilling as your holiday schedule adjustments."
He hung up the call and turned to the bald man, saying:
"These days, agents are like this. I bought a property, and then they say they’ll be waiting for me in the second bedroom, offering personal service. Cheap. Does she not celebrate festivals?"
The bald man tightened his grip on the sword and said:
"Real estate agents are like that. When others rest, they work, and when others work, they slack off, but I’d bet she’s top sales."
He looked at the priest’s face and chuckled:
"Being shameless indeed makes more money."
The priest calmly took out another hand hidden behind his robe.
He unexpectedly possessed six hands.
Each arm was connected to a strange limb.
Some resembled tentacles of an octopus.
Some were the heads of grown Red Dragons.
Some were the legs of the Extreme Cold Giant Elephant.
Some were female arms of the Sunlight Elf.
There were also half-demon wings and a giant centipede leg wrapped around his waist.
The main theme was hybridization.
The bald man sneered:
"The King of Limbs from the Path of Blood and Flesh, sequence six, huh? Daring to walk this wrong path, you must be crazy to climb higher."
"What could prodigies like you understand?"
He slowly raised his head, a trace of disdain flashed in his eyes.
This sequence six from the academy background must have rarely encountered battles.
Facing someone like him who climbed to sequence six through slaughter, surely...
In the next moment, the world spun in his eyes.
His head flew into the air.
He was filled with rage as he raised his eyes, a trace of disbelief passing through them.
How could it happen so quickly?
Why was he so fast?
The headless black-robed man’s body followed behind the man with the shining bald head, ready to attack.
The bald man looked down at the ground and said disdainfully:
"You were too slow."