Chapter 808: Chapter 808: It’s Ti to End Chapter 808: Chapter 808: It’s Ti to End “Ascend the throne?”
Greg Jensen sipped his tea, appearing sowhat surprised.
He had originally thought that Oscar Jones rely wanted to collaborate with leaders of various countries to make a killing and, incidentally, take control of all the major powers.
He hadn’t expected that he had ultimately underestimated his ambition; the man aid to truly unify the Eight Countries in Southeast and change dynasties!
“Yes! I absolutely didn’t mishear—this guy wants to be the emperor of the Eight Countries in Southeast, and he’s even invited leaders from sixteen countries to witness it!
Dragon King, once he successfully ascends the throne, his international status and foundation will instantly skyrocket several tis!”
Black Wolf, agitated, pounded the table, splattering saliva everywhere, “Besides, the announcent says that tomorrow, in front of all the major leaders and the people, he will execute every one of us from the Dragon King’s Palace! Even…”
“Even what?”
“Even so are saying that you’re now like a rat, hiding in the sewers, not daring to show your face!”
As he spoke, Black Wolf’s voice grew quieter and quieter, not daring to look at him, fearful that these words would provoke the Dragon King’s wrath.
Greg Jensen smiled, gesturing for him to sit down first, and analyzed calmly:
“The intelligence contains truth and falsehoods, you mustn’t believe it all. In my view, Oscar Jones is at most a puppet for so people.”
This fellow dreams of being emperor, yet aren’t those behind the scenes also using his greed to secretly lay roots in the Eight Countries in Southeast?
A single log cannot beco a boat, a single hemp fiber cannot beco a rope!
The Bright Church could not have co this far without the support of the leaders of the sixteen countries. Besides the people from the Dark Golden Triangle fanning the flas, there must be factors I haven’t seen.
“So, what should we do now?” Black Wolf drank a sip of green tea despondently, staring intently at Greg Jensen, looking impatient.
Greg Jensen looked toward the window and saw that the moonlight was faint tonight, hidden among the clouds, the world outside was dim and muffled, and the noise outside was gradually subsiding with occasional gusts of violent wind.
He chuckled and turned around, standing up to say, “On such a night with a dark moon and howling wind, if not now, then when to ascend the mountain?”
After paying for the tea, the two imdiately set off, circling around the Snow Peak’s military camp. Greg Jensen chose a precipitous side peak and began to climb from there.
The mountain terrain was rugged with hardly any vegetation covering it. The searchlights in the distance swept over this area every ten or so seconds.
He wore the Concealed Battle Robe, hiding his figure and aura as he led the way, ignoring any search efforts. Only after he was sure there was no disturbance would he signal Black Wolf to follow.
It took nearly half an hour for them to reach the mountain’s peak, and they made their way down towards the direction of Snow Peak.
Looking out, he could already clearly overlook the Bright Church’s main base.
It was a series of caves with densely packed entrances—inside, they connected in all directions, almost like a labyrinth in their layout.
“Sir, they’ve practically hollowed out this Snow Peak, turning it into various premises for the Bright Church!”
Black Wolf, having been captured and brought here before, had so understanding of the interior and pointed to one of the cave entrances, “There, the second entrance from the left that you see, should be the imprisonnt entrance!”
“Hmm, there aren’t any stationed troops outside?”
“No, Snow Peak’s altitude is high and it’s extrely cold outside, so after entering the cave, there’s a long tunnel, and all the guards are concentrated inside the tunnel!”
“Then that makes things easier! Let’s go, follow .”
After understanding the general situation, Greg Jensen made up his mind and imdiately dove into the entrance Black Wolf had pointed out.
Inside the tunnel, torches were lit every three ters, casting a dim light. The ground was damp, and gusts of howling wind and cold air continuously poured in from outside.
Greg Jensen, seeing no place to hide in the tunnel and that it was a straightforward path, decided to pick up his pace and charged straight in.
“Who goes there?!”
Suddenly, two guards abruptly drew their swords at each other, standing five ters apart, vigilantly staring at Greg Jensen and his companion who had appeared out of nowhere.
Hum—
Without a word, Greg Jensen imdiately used the “Celestial chanism Yin Yang Eye,” unleashing the force of the Divine Soul to forcibly control them, and asked,
“Are the Fox and the others from the Dragon King’s Palace inside this cave?”
The guard numbly nodded, “Yes, this place is for detaining prisoners. Currently, the Fox is still undergoing punishnt!”
Greg Jensen nodded, and without further ado, slapped their heads, implanting the mark of the Blood God Pact into them, before continuing on with Black Wolf.
Along the way, every ti he encountered these guards, he controlled them in the sa manner.
So much so that Black Wolf following behind was stunned, thinking, what kind of thod is this? A re glance could hold a person in place?
And… Lord Dragon King didn’t seem to intend to eliminate them completely. Wasn’t he afraid that once they broke free of control, they might tattle on them?
Smack! Smack!!
Right as he was silently pondering, suddenly, his view cleared up ahead.
He saw two brawny n holding iron rods, relentlessly smashing onto another man’s back.
With each strike, one could faintly hear the sound of breaking bones, and with every lift of the rods, they seed to pull with them a large swath of blood, splattering on the surrounding stone walls.
Despite the punishnt, the man being beaten stubbornly clenched his teeth without making a sound. Long-term suppression of pain had turned his eyes bloodshot, and large drops of cold sweat fell continuously like torrential rain.
“Oh? Still don’t feel the pain, eh?! Since you’re so resilient, I’m switching tools!”
The guard from the Bright Church, seeing how tough the Fox was being, couldn’t swallow this pill of defiance and flung his rod away, picking up a Wolf Fang Club nearby with a vicious smile, saying,
“I want to see whether your bones are tougher or my Wolf Fang Club is!”
Swish!
As he spoke, he violently smashed the Wolf Fang Club onto the Fox’s body, the sharp teeth gleaming with chilling cold light under the candlelight.
Hum hum—
The next mont, before the club could fully co down, a wave of fluctuation suddenly rang out in the air, and under the impact of Greg Jensen’s Divine Soul, the two n collapsed with a roll of their eyes, not even realizing what had happened.
“Bastards, who are you to dare…”
The commotion imdiately drew the attention of the other guards.
Unfortunately, Greg Jensen released his Divine Soul again, and an invisible force instantly spread out from him in all directions.
It resulted in all the special agents in the vicinity of the prison falling down, without a mont’s chance to react.
“This… this presence is just too strong!”
Black Wolf stood beside him, his face full of surprise. He couldn’t possibly imagine that in this one year they hadn’t t, Dragon King had cultivated such formidable strength, capable of wiping out everyone in the area without even lifting a hand!
“Dragon… Dragon King? Is… is it really you!?”
At this mont, the Fox weakly turned his head while lying on the torture rack. When he saw Greg Jensen in front of him, it was as if he saw hope, and he imdiately beca excited.
He instinctively tried to turn over to bow, but because his entire skeleton had been shattered from the beatings, and his hands and feet were still bound with heavy shackles, he winced in excruciating pain and almost fell over.
Fortunately, Greg Jensen was quick to react, rushing forward to support him. Looking at the pitiable Fox, he took a heavy breath and said,
“It’s , I’ve returned… It’s ti for this farce to end!”
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