Chapter 683
Chapter 684
The majestic church building had already turned into ruins.
Four Apostles were suspended in the air in the four directions. They had waited for a long time, but the safe house beneath the ruins never collapsed, nor did they see any sign of Saint Pastor Angi.
“Taking this long to deal with four small bugs, could this old guy be incapable?” Leng Xiu thought suspiciously.
However, in the next moment, the three-layered seal outside the safe house suddenly disintegrated.
“They’re out,” Leng Xiu narrowed his scarlet eyes.
One man and five women, six figures, emerged from the shattered light and hovered above the safe house.
“?” Seeing this, the Burning Angel Apostles were all stunned, sensing something was not right.
“I’ve changed my mind,” Angi Saint Pastor’s sinister and creepy face lifted under his gray hood. “I will protect these four people.”
Fen Cheng’s gaze turned cold, killing intent hidden within. The sound of space vibrating and exploding stung everyone’s nerves: “Angi, what do you mean by this?”
“Are you going to break the contract!”
As Fen Cheng spoke, the black light barrier surrounding the ruins shone brightly. Countless ancient and profound runes flowed and connected, condensing more and more black and purple violent thunder.
[Legendary A-class Spirit Robe · Law of Destruction]
Leng Xiu raised his right hand, and a scepter formed from condensed black and purple lightning appeared in his palm. The corner of his lips curled into a mocking light laugh, pointing the tip of the scepter at the people below.
While Angi Saint Pastor was playing tricks inside the safe house, they naturally hadn’t been idle. They had already prepared for the old guy to break the contract.
Outside the safe house, not only was there the Law of Destruction, an offensive formation with extremely destructive power, but also seven trap-type Spirit Robes with different effects. These were all quickly constructed by Angi Saint Pastor during the resurrection of Hethwe.
Although the summoned hero, Hethwe, was powerful, the six people below were already in the center of the traps. If they moved carelessly, everyone except Hethwe would perish without a burial place.
If Angi, that old guy, wanted to get something for nothing and not give the Sumeru King Order, then he deserved to die.
“Are all people from Burning Heaven as impatient as you are.”
The old man in gray robes shook his head and said slowly, “The Sumeru King Order will still be given to you, but after much consideration, I have decided to save these four people. This condition should not be too difficult for Burning Heaven to accept, right?”
As he spoke, the Sumeru King Order floated in Hethwe’s hand beside him.
“If you agree, this divine object can be given to you now,” Angi said.
“Impossible!” Leng Xiu’s expression turned somewhat ugly. “The other three are fine, but that woman surnamed Tea must be mine!”
“Heh heh ~ Then there’s nothing to talk about?” The old man in gray robes raised his sinister, cloudy eyes. Killing intent surged in the depths of his eyes. Although his cultivation was gone, his bone-chilling aura remained undiminished.
“Heh~” Leng Xiu’s gaze also turned cold, twisting his neck. “Old man, your Spirit Base has been sacrificed, and you still dare to be arrogant with your father?”
“Agreed.” At this moment of stalemate, Fen Cheng suddenly nodded in agreement.
“?!” Leng Xiu’s pupils contracted abruptly, and he turned his head.
Fen Cheng glanced at him with indifferent, majestic eyes, and Leng Xiu swallowed the words he was about to question.
He took a deep breath and lowered his head in compromise.
“Catch it!” The old man in gray robes gave the Burning Angel Apostles no time to hesitate. With a sinister voice, Hethwe beside him suddenly turned around and threw the token in her hand towards the western sunset!
“Bang—Bang—!” The token was imbued with terrifying spatial power. With each bang, space was torn apart, teleporting a hundred miles. The heavens and earth buzzed, and it vanished without a trace in an instant.
“!!!!” The four Apostles froze. Fen Cheng moved first, disappearing from his spot.
The remaining three Apostles did not leave but remained in place, maintaining the barrier with all their attention. However, without the support of Fen Cheng, a Saint Realm expert, they could not stop Hethwe. The barrier directly shattered. Ji Ying and Leng Xiu also sensed the terrifying killing intent from Hethwe, their scalps tingling.
Fortunately, at this moment, Fen Cheng’s telepathic message came into their minds: “It’s the Sumeru King Order, retreat.”
The three Apostles then transformed into streams of light, shadows, and blood bats, disappearing from their original positions. Only Leng Xiu’s sinister low laugh echoed over the ruins: “That sow of the Black Moon, don’t worry, you can’t escape…”
The Apostles all left, but the six people on the ruins did not immediately leave the place.
Although Angi was skilled in forgery, he could only create a virtual token that looked real from a distance. Once the virtual token was touched, it could be discovered as fake, and Burning Heaven could no longer be deceived.
Moreover, Angi had lost all his cultivation.
Therefore, the token thrown out just now was indeed the real Sumeru King Order, from Xia Feng.
This was how they managed to lure away the Burning Heaven Apostles.
“It’s almost time.”
Jiang Qiue, in a green dress, stood with her hands behind her back at the highest point of the ruins, gazing into the western sky.
As her words fell, above the safe house, an ancient token leaped out of space and was caught by Xia Feng.
!
This was Jiang Qiue’s [Authority · Immortal Words], which had imbued the Sumeru Token with the “return to the original location after 30 seconds” immortal words. No matter where the token was after 30 seconds, it would return to its original location.
30 seconds was also the current limit of her ability, and it could only affect non-living things. Xia Feng had already roughly understood the limit of her word-based power when he was chased by Jiang Qiue in the “Bei Qiu Abyss.”
It was a very powerful authority-like ability. If she fully recovered, it was unimaginable how annoying she could be.
Now, 30 seconds was enough to let the Burning Heaven Apostles leave this place far away.
“Hurry up and go.”
After retrieving the token, Xia Feng and the others did not hesitate and transformed into six streams of light, rushing towards the eastern sky.
The ruins were dead silent, with no one around.
However, it wasn’t long before four streams of light rushed from the western horizon and instantly smashed into the ruins.
“Boom!!”
Amidst the swirling dust, besides Leng Xiu’s curses, Fen Cheng’s angry roars shook the heavens.
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In the dark sky, six figures streaked across the dense fog and clouds, still fleeing rapidly without any slackening or pause.
Saint Pastor Angi was carried by Hethwe, his eyelids drooping. Hethwe’s body’s stream of light consequently distorted, showing signs of collapse.
Xia Feng noticed that Angi’s consciousness was about to give out and he was about to fall unconscious. He quickly asked, “What happened in the General Court? What is Moro Saint Pastor’s purpose? Where is Miao Shi now?”
“Miao Shi is imprisoned in the [Babel Tower] and is about to become a sacrifice for the Red Moon. Moro wants to make the Red Moon descend!”
Angi Saint Pastor explained the situation of the General Court concisely. His hoarse voice gradually became weaker and weaker, “The decline of the Holy See is already inevitable… Cha Nai Xue, Jiang Qiue, this is no longer something you can stop.”
“Leave early, don’t go…” As she spoke, her murmur faded, and her head drooped.
Hethwe’s figure also transformed into a crimson spiritual light, forming a complex and mystical pattern on the back of her hand.
Red Moon? Xia Feng was stunned and looked at the two Saintesses, asking doubtfully, “What is the Red Moon?”
