"Sigh..."
Chen Lun let out a breath, not having anticipated such an additional benefit from popularity.
He had already activated his Great Serpent Form and, under the boost of Hell Resistance, even within the range of the fla's core, he suffered no damage.
He removed the leather glove from his severed palm and stored it in the Grape Ring.
Thus, a Grade B Mysterious Object beca his spoils of war.
The group from Polaris stood dazedly at the edge of Bradley Square, looking up at the figure in the sky, the scene deeply etched into their minds.
The five players looked around again and saw the crowd in prayer and worship.
"That... was that really just a slightly more significant NPC?"
The Horseman paused, then asked.
"His identity might be even more astonishing than we imagine... He could even be one of the protagonists of the main storyline."
Polaris exhaled and analyzed gravely.
Doghead Gold and Forget No Taboo nodded in agreent, while Su Keying saved the recording and exclaid with wide eyes:
"He must be! So handso and so strong, how could he not be the protagonist?!"
Her eyes almost sparkled with stars.
"I'm a fan, totally a fan!"
Below, in the Gallery.
The distinguished guests attending the exhibition were at a loss for words, feeling a lingering fear and even a sense of relief after escaping a disaster.
The Pompey family, however, did not show any smiles but looked very solemn, with Rebecca pursing her lips and continuously looking up at the sky, concerned for Mr. Jack's safety.
"He's actually unhard... It's really surprising that a Sequence Eight Transcendent has managed this."
Rosa exclaid softly.
By her side, Noah, hearing his sister's words, smiled happily.
Floey, hidden behind the crowd, bowed her head, listening to the ssage coming from the being within her.
She could feel the warning conveyed by the Sun-avoiding Potted Plant, urging her to leave imdiately.
"I won't go. I'll wait for him."
After a mont of silence, the Sun-avoiding Potted Plant conveyed that, given Floey's current physical condition, it could only be released once more, after which it would quickly beco uncontrollable, with almost no ti for rescue.
"It's okay. I must help him."
Floey said softly.
Nearby, on the ground that resembled a ruin, a blackened area.
Beckman's corpse lay at the center, burned to a char, barely recognizable as human.
"'History and Ritual Association' traitor, mber of the Mitchell Family, Beckman Mitchell..."
A cold male voice ca from within as the Bone Key turned completely once.
Everyone was shocked and turned their gazes toward it.
"Thank you for everything you have done for the Red Apple Church..."
Beckman's body began to distort, bones and muscles cracking horribly until, centered around the chest's Bone Key, it ford a spiral "Great Door."
The "Great Door" slowly opened, a pale, large hand erging, sared with crimson blood.
At first glance, one might even feel imrsed in a bloody ocean, the body trembling involuntarily, a primal fear taking hold.
Subsequently, on a perfectly intact wall of flesh, a new painting slowly erged, portraying Beckman himself.
His figure was ethereal, with dozens, even hundreds of different images: so ferocious, so laughing excitedly, so in dire straits, and so unrecognizable... But all these were like insects frozen in amber, overlapping and struggling to break free.
The na of this painting— "Poor Bug."
Perhaps Beckman had never imagined that he, too, would end up as a piece in the Bone Gallery.
At this mont, the spiral Great Door ford from Beckman's corpse was fully open.
A completely bare man, blood-soaked, erged, pulling out the Bone Key with a reverse grip.
He extracted the Bone Key, standing alone, his red hair reaching down to his waist, his eye sockets deep, his nose prominent, his eyes seeming to contain endless seas of blood.
The man glanced around, and everyone instantly felt their breathing stall, the sll of blood overwhelming them, nearly suffocating them.
"Red Apple Church, Archbishop Lafa..."
Rosa looked at the man before her and hoarsely said his na.
Lafa smiled at her.
"You know ... Well, the Silver Dragon Trade Association's intelligence has always been excellent.
Then you must also know what I am going to do next."
Rosa felt as though the blood in her veins was moving uncontrollably, seemingly wanting to exit her body and rush towards the man opposite her.
She used her Supernatural Power to suppress the riotous blood, then, realizing sothing, spoke:
"Are you really going to use everyone here as a sacrifice?"
Offer them to the Bone Gallery... then pin the bla on Beckman, the renegade from the History and Ritual Association, and then as a victim, rightfully reclaim this Mysterious Object.
But aren't you afraid of the Sun Church and the Shelter?"
"What a clever little girl..."
Lafa said with a teasing smile, but didn't respond to the latter remark.
Rosa quickly realized sothing, and the tension on her face eased considerably.
"You can't truly descend in person. If a saint from the Red Apple Church suddenly disappeared from the Tourmaline Royal City, the Sun Royal Family wouldn't sit idly by."
"Yes, this is just an incarnation."
Lafa admitted openly.
"But it's sufficient."
He toyed with the bone key in his hand, his face showing a nostalgic expression.
"Monroe... lend your strength."
Boom!!
Red-haired man's body was surrounded by nurous blood beads, forming a blood robe around him.
Six oil painting phantoms passed behind his head, spreading out like a fan.
"Sun, Moon, Constellation, Flesh, Conspiracy, Earth... Hmm, the power of the Moon is a bit weak, just a Sequence Nine-dium."
Lafa chuckled lightly, turning his head to the side.
Roderick's soul greatly stirred.
"Rest in peace, soul!"
He raised his hand, aiming at the tall red-haired man.
Bearing the pain of his wounds, he shouted:
"Mona!"
Mona, who was standing next to him, instantly drew her gun, aiming at Lafa's head and heart and other vital areas, firing multiple shots.
Bang, bang, bang, bang!!
Covered by Roderick's supernatural power, Lafa stood still, but still maintained a smile on his face. Experience more content on empire
Rustle, rustle...
Behind him, the painting shifted to Beckman's "The Wretched," and imdiately, his eyes flashed through nurous past scenes.
With several muffled sounds, bullets hit Lafa.
He seed oblivious, as if not injured himself.
The history of a second ago began to overlap with the present, and Lafa's wounds healed as before. anwhile, during this process, his hand began to slowly move.
Roderick, who tried to control him, sweat on his forehead, as if he could no longer hold on.
Ping!
The black light between Roderick's fingers exploded, and he groaned softly, staggering back.
Lafa chuckled lightly, and after breaking free from control, his movents beca fluid. He gently plucked four bullets' phantoms from a past scene with his fingers, held them between his fingers, and flicked them.
Bang!!
The four bullets made a terrifying noise, tore through the air, and flew toward Roderick, Mona, Noah, and Rosa.
"!!"
Roderick was powerless to resist, and helplessly watched as the cannonball-like golden bullets tore through his chest.
He spewed blood with a cry and was thrown backward.
With several bangs, Mona was also struck by the bullets, instantly shattering her left arm, tumbling into a corner, and buried under countless debris.
Rosa waved out a silver mist, absorbing the two incoming bullet phantoms, vanishing without a trace.
Noah stood up against the wall, muscles bulging all over his body, and rolled up his sleeves ready to fight Lafa. But he was stopped by his sister next second; Rosa turned her head and whispered:
"Noah, don't be rash."
"But sister..."
A scream interrupted Noah's words.
The bone key in Lafa's hand seed like a living creature, wriggling in his palm. Roderick struggled in pain on the ground, and in no ti, stiffened up motionless, like a statue.
On the wall, his portrait appeared, a cold man in a high-collared black coat, painting titled "Empire Silence."
anwhile, in the six paintings behind Lafa's head, the one originally containing the "Moon Faction Sequence Nine-dium" with the woman's back, was replaced with Roderick.
"Hmm, it's a bit lacking, but that will have to do..."
Lafa mused for a mont, then looked up at Rosa.
"I don't have much ti, I'll deal with you now."
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