Captulo 1688: Chapter 111: Vile!
In the deep pit, amidst the pool of blood, the Shepherd’s half-torso lay dismbered.
Among them, including the head and most of the chest cavity, presented as nothing more than a mound of minced flesh, like a bag of dumpling filling dropped on the ground.
Under normal circumstances, a person would unquestionably be dead.
But the Shepherd was different.
The opponent was not only not dead.
He seed lively,
His legs and arms were still twitching.
Particularly, his ten fingers were moving at an extrely rapid pace.
Even leaving behind trails of afterimages.
That was…
A hand sign!
Essential hand signs for performing most secret techniques!
"Stop him!”
The Knowledge Knight shouted loudly, unleashing a Sword Qi, while ten first-generation Dragonvein Warlocks fired a barrage of fireballs.
But…
It was useless!
Whether it was Sword Qi or fireballs, they vanished without a trace the instant they touched the Shepherd.
As if they had never existed at all.
And the Shepherd, missing his head and chest cavity, stood up.
Staggering, blood splattering.
After turning in place once—
Bang!
He knelt straight to the ground.
Not out of weakness, nor due to an inability to support himself.
But to pray!
Hands clasped together in prayer.
An entity without a head, lacking most of its chest cavity, leaving only a small part of its body, was praying with clasped hands before its chest.
This appearance was indescribably bizarre.
As if a plucked chicken, sans head, had stood back up from the chopping board.
A chill ran through the hearts of the five Knights, ten first-generation Dragonvein Warlocks, and Sewock the Seventh.
Peculiar inspiration inherent to the Mystical Side prompted them to attack in their strongest manner possible.
Sword Qi.
Massive blows.
Flas.
A deluge of attacks rained upon the Shepherd kneeling there.
Ripples appeared.
These attacks all vanished.
Yet the ripples grew larger.
Initially only the size of a millstone, covering the Shepherd’s front, but with a single breath, it expanded to the size of a house, and a thick, semi-translucent tentacle eagerly ‘reached’ in, slamming heavily against the defense constructed by the Holy Shield. ṙ𝓪Νɵ𝐛ÈṠ
Boom!
The earth shook, mountains trembled.
The conference hall’s floor crumbled entirely. .
Tiny stones sprayed under the force.
The resplendent light wavered violently.
Although it eventually stabilized, everyone’s expressions remained extrely unpleasant.
Not only because the light ford by the Holy Shield dimd, but also because the ripple grew larger, already covering the entire conference hall’s ceiling, and more thick, semi-translucent tentacles with barbed spines ‘reached’ in.
These tentacles crowded in,
The next mont, they blood like flowers.
Yet there was not a hint of beauty.
Only endless ferocity and malevolence.
These semi-translucent, barbed tentacles began weaving a web like a spider, enveloping the entire conference hall.
And then, continuously layered.
In a breath.
The entire conference hall beca airtight.
Only the eerie howls remained.
Every sound seed like a screwdriver being thrust into a person’s brain, stirring relentlessly.
"Have you ever witnessed true power?”
"No, right?”
"I will show you true power!”
At so point, the Shepherd, now restored to normal, shouted loudly.
He gazed fanatically at the semi-translucent tentacles.
Woo!
Tentacles as thick as bridge columns descended again.
This ti, it wasn’t just one strike.
Dozens of tentacles of varying thickness followed.
The Knowledge Knight and Hamr Knight gritted their teeth, launching attacks against the largest tentacle.
anwhile, the remaining three Knights were sowhat dazed.
The ten first-generation Dragonvein Warlocks were completely stunned.
They fell under the spell of the malevolence before them.
Their wills began to distort.
A few of the fourth-tier Dragonvein Warlocks even began to clutch their own throats, pressing down without any sign of stopping, even as their tongues protruded.
"Stand firm!”
Sewock the Seventh shouted with vigor.
This rallying cry seed to inspire, awakening the three Knights and ten first-generation Dragonvein Warlocks instantly.
They shook their heads, quickly regaining their composure.
"Ha.”
"Futile.”
"Pointless struggle!”
The Shepherd glanced at Sewock the Seventh, seemingly indifferent, then looked behind him.
Toward the square’s direction.
Though the conference hall was already layered in semi-translucent tentacles, densely packed.
Nevertheless, everyone could still see four vague figures running in the plaza outside.
"Ha, indeed not bad.”
The Shepherd seed to praise, but his eyes were filled with malice.
No one doubted the Shepherd’s malevolence.
Then—
Woo!
A tentacle as thick as a utility pole shot out from the layers, aiming straight for Taniel.
"Armor!”
Sewock the Seventh imdiately raised his hand, pointing toward Taniel.
Instantly, an invisible force field enveloped Taniel.
Bam!
The utility pole-thick tentacle bounced high upon contacting the invisible force field, shattering it in the process.
But…
The plaza held not only Taniel, but also Luodeni, Matthew, and Tiyabode.
And five thousand City Defence Army.
And nurous Secret Agents.
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