This sudden change startled everyone present.
Roderick's gaze imdiately shifted to the instigator, the man in a black suit holding a silver staff.
"Mr. Spade, you've hidden yourself quite deep,"
Roderick calmly looked at him.
While observing secretly monts before, they had seen him unable to hold up against Molir for long, only to realize it was a feigned defeat. Not only had he not died, but he also had no injuries at all and had even taken advantage of a sneak attack to severely wound Molir.
"Bishop Newman, I'll leave Molir to you,"
Roderick said softly.
The next mont, he raised his arm and spread his fingers toward Chen Lun.
The eradication operation had reached its final phase, the other mbers either dead or captured, leaving only a Sequence Eight—Spade. It was easy to dispose of him, not only fulfilling the deal with Beckman but also adding a rit to his own record.
Black light burst from the palm, blossoming imdiately.
Hum!
A thick black beam shot out, piercing straight through Chen Lun's chest.
But no joy appeared on Roderick's face, instead, his brow slightly furrowed.
The figure hit by the black light slowly dissipated, rely an afterimage.
The urgent sound of wind approached, Roderick's eyes turned completely black in an instant, and he raised his fist, emitting a dark aura, swinging violently behind him to collide with a silver staff.
Clang!
The silver staff was knocked away.
And it fell again!
In mid-air, it disjointed and transford into a spiked silver whip, which lashed over with a swoosh.
Roderick, montarily careless, was grazed by the silver whip. Two dark shadows were forced out of his body, escaping and dissipating.
"Damn!"
He snorted coldly and once again raised his fingers, aiming at Chen Lun with a hollow grip.
Black light enveloped Roderick's palm, emitting a peaceful aura.
"Be still,"
he said indifferently.
Hum!
Chen Lun retracted his whip, the motion of continuing to strike suddenly froze, revealing a look of astonishnt.
[Moon Faction][Sequence Seven—Soul Consoler]!
This special envoy from the Shelter was also a Mid Sequence Transcendent!
But what Roderick did not notice was the blue pendant on Chen Lun's ear, which flickered slightly.
[Subjected to "Requiem" ntal attack! Soul will be controlled!]
[Judgent successful! Control exempted!]
However, Chen Lun still maintained a look of astonishnt, motionless.
Stay tuned to empire
Roderick coldly watched him, flicking out a folding knife, slowly approaching Chen Lun.
"You can die now,"
he swiped, the knife slicing toward Chen Lun's throat.
Splash!
A streak of fresh blood splattered.
The folding knife, just an inch from Chen Lun's throat, suddenly veered, rely cutting through the scarf covering his face.
Roderick jerked back, his face showing disbelief.
He slowly looked down, his chest slashed with a deep, bone-deep sword cut. Blood soaked his undershirt and black coat, pain surged over him.
Boom!
Roderick kicked out in anger, only to be blocked by a retaliatory kick from the other side.
With a fierce explosion of air, Chen Lun chuckled lightly, took the opportunity to flip back, completing a spin in mid-air before elegantly landing.
The silver sword in his hand reflected the cold light, slowly dripping with fresh blood.
"What a pity..."
Chen Lun muttered to himself.
He had just used the protective effect of "Maggie's Tear" to deceive this Sequence Seven representative. He planned to decapitate the opponent with a single sword strike, but the enemy detected his movent just as he was about to execute the attack.
Quite a quick reaction...
"You weren't controlled by the soul?!"
Roderick held his hand out in front of his chest, watching Chen Lun with cold eyes.
Black light emitted from his palm, sending streams of shadows that flew into his wound like birds returning to their nest, stopping the bleeding. Although it did not heal, it temporarily stabilized the injury.
The investigator, Mona, standing beside him, was visibly surprised at this mont.
The representative, transferred from Fossil City, had always given her an impression of strength and coldness, but she hadn't expected him to be at a disadvantage here.
She couldn't help but take a closer look at the man in the black suit across from her, whose scarf under the hat was torn, revealing a sowhat familiar face, causing her to briefly pause in confusion.
Mona quickly regained control over her expression and returned to normal.
But Roderick keenly noticed all this. He glanced at his subordinate and montarily kept this in mind. Following her reaction, he also paid attention to Chen Lun's appearance.
Roderick narrowed his eyes.
"Ah!!"
A cry of frustration signaled that the battle on the other side was nearing its end.
Molir had first fought with Chen Lun, then fell victim to Chen Lun's feigned death and surprise attack. The mont his soul was captured, he suffered a severe blow from Newman.
Already burdened with severe injuries and facing an enemy of the sa level, defeat was inevitable.
With an angry expression, Molir staggered back, then used a Historical Retrospection at last, which partially healed his wounds. However, his body was failing, and he eventually knelt on the ground, unable to continue.
Bishop Newman's deep red robe fluttered in the wind, making a whistling sound, revealing half of his grotesque body, which bore arms like those of a massive beast, equipped with five black, bloodstained claws.
"Molir, do you really plan to resist to the end?"
Newman shouted.
"Bishop Newman, Molir is at the end of his rope. Help take this guy down first."
Roderick glanced at Chen Lun and said in a low voice.
He realized his powers were suppressed by the opponent and decisively called for help.
But Bishop Newman ignored him, flexing his claws, preparing to charge forward and deliver the final blow to capture Molir alive.
"This guy is a fugitive from the Red Apple Church! He single-handedly destroyed the branch church in Erald Town!"
Roderick shouted.
As a special representative, he was privy to many secrets of the Shelter, naturally knowing about this incident.
Bishop Newman paused in his movent, suddenly turned his head, his eyes red and ferocious as he glared at Chen Lun.
"It's you! Jack!"
He imdiately shifted his target and attacked Chen Lun.
"Despicable thief! I should have known you rats would band together. Now it's perfect to catch you all at once!
Every word you said back in Erald Town, I rember it all! Go to hell!"
Newman, not daring to disclose the theft of the Sun-avoiding Potted Plant, decided to suppress this man with lightning speed to prevent him from revealing the matter. Once he subdued him, he would take him and Molir back for interrogation.
"It's another despicable two-on-one!"
Chen Lun cursed under his breath.
I urge you to be more practical and deal with Molir over there first.
Two Mid Sequence Seven Transcendents ganging up on a Low Sequence, you've lost all sha!
Newman's robe trailed a flash of red through the night, appearing in front of Chen Lun, his pitch-black claws swooping down.
Roderick, from the other side, tacitly raised his hand, shooting a black beam of light from his palm, blocking Chen Lun's retreat.
Investigator Mona, witnessing this scene, lowered her eyelids.
She didn't quite agree with her boss's extremist ideology of exterminating all rogue transcendents. If they hadn't violated the Sun Codex, Mona felt so rcy could be granted.
Bang!!!
A loud noise drew Mona's attention.
Looking up again, she was montarily stunned.
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