??Chapter 324: Chapter 269 Arrest of [Dark Sun Saint Child]_2
Chapter 324: Chapter 269 Arrest of [Dark Sun Saint Child]_2
It was Wendell Francis, the Dark Sun Holy Son.
And his two Saint Knights.
The welco ceremony that awaited him when he first arrived at St. Land had been so grand.
Now, as he fled from St. Land, he was just as disheveled.
The rainy season was about to arrive!
Leaden clouds pressed heavily down from the sky.
The cold wind howled, whipping through the waist-high brush of the wastelands, like the claws of demons flailing about.
Wendell Francis’s mood, as he moved forward, was even worse than the bizarre weather.
As he marched on, Wendell’s vision beca sowhat blurry.
He seed to see sothing curtain-like appearing around him.
The advancing Saint Knight Heizel was saying sothing intermittently.
Wendell Francis, however, could not absorb a single word.
He kept glancing behind him.
He always felt as though soone was watching from the shadows.
That kind of surveillance felt almost like judgnt from fate.
“Woo… woo… woo…”
A fierce wind suddenly struck.
“This Winds & Waves is really strong, Your Royal Highness!”
“It reminds
of that ti we went to the ‘Miracle Desert’ in the Demigod World—those winds, now that was refreshingly sour…”
Saint Knight Heizel, in the midst of his story, suddenly recognized that sothing was amiss.
He imdiately turned to look back.
Yet, he realized that, sohow, the Dark Sun Holy Son who had been following them had vanished without a trace.
“Where did the Son go?”
Saint Knight Heizel looked around the wasteland, but could not spot a single sign of him.
“Hey, Kreig, His Royal Highness the Son has disappeared!”
Saint Knight Heizel called out to Kreig, who was leading the way in front.
Tall and muscular, clad in heavy armor, Kreig turned and looked back. He didn’t respond but walked towards a crooked tree beneath a small hill.
Saint Knight Heizel pondered on his own and said,
“His Royal Highness has impressive skills; he even escaped the pursuit of a Sixth Rank powerhouse.”
“If he suddenly vanished, he must be dealing with so important matter.”
“Mm… let’s wait a bit! Give it a mont, and he will return!”
……
“Clap, clap, clap…”
Clear clapping echoed in the vast space, sounding rather lonely.
Yet it caused Wendell Francis’s complexion to turn increasingly pale.
So people just walk, and then they are gone, and that was exactly what happened to Wendell Francis.
He had been walking just fine, and then he found himself on this grotesque stage.
Wendell Francis slowly withdrew his gaze from the curtain-like stage.
He looked towards the opposite side not far away.
The Third Rank top-tier Fiery Devil Lord.
The Fourth Rank top-tier Shadow Spider Lord.
And the Blaspher—Tuck!
There was no doubt that all of this was the Blaspher Tuck’s doing.
Apart from the Blaspher Tuck, the surroundings had also been ticulously arranged.
The Sealing Barrier Stones, imbued with powerful Sealing Boundary Power, were sothing Wendell Francis had seen many of below.
He had even studied them.
And the results of his research were pretty clear: “These were simply beyond his understanding.”
He could hardly even shift his position.
And now!
Four Sealing Barrier Stones, each one taller than a person, had been set up properly.
There were many more scattered Sealing Barrier Stones.
This turned the entire area into an immovable confined space.
The re strength of the curse that had directly pulled him over was sothing he could not resist.
In the fight of a trapped beast.
The Blaspher had prepared so many thods.
Wendell Francis couldn’t help but recall the content of the Magic Letter his inferior knight, laide, had sent him.
“Indeed, he is a guy who brings despair.”
Taking a deep breath, Wendell Francis’s gaze slowly settled on Tuck as he slowly began to speak,
“Do you intend to capture
alive?”
Tuck thought for a mont before responding slowly,
“If possible, I would prefer to take you alive.”
“But if that’s not possible, dead works too.”
“After all, the news of the great collapse of the Dark Sun Ecology and the fall of the Blood Race’s Crowned Archbishop will be reported tomorrow.”
“In this event significant enough to go down in history, the death of the Dark Sun Saint Child is just a minor detail of this great victory.”
“It might not even get much attention, at most a brief news item in the announcents.”
“You really shouldn’t consider yourself that important.”
“In such a vast tide of the tis, you… are insignificant.”
Tuck spoke softly,
“Even if you were to return alive, given the current disastrous state of affairs, you can’t hold on to your title as the Saint Child.”
“In fact… you might even be made the scapegoat.”
“To bear many humiliations and tortures.”
“I’ve heard that when you ca from the East Continent.”
“You were subjected by the Dark Sun Angel—a manifestation of the Dark Sun God—to the dissection of your soul from your body in front of everyone, suffering the Dark Sun Angel’s full-bodied probing of your physique, in and out, over a dozen tis.”
“This ti, it might be ten or even a hundred tis crueler than the last.”
Tuck’s words caused a change in Wendell Francis’s expression.
But Tuck didn’t care how Wendell Francis felt.
Now was Tuck’s mont to enjoy the spoils of war, naturally he wouldn’t mind what his prize thought.
“On the contrary…”
Tuck, looking at Wendell Francis and smiling, said,
“If you die by my hand, you still die as a Saint Child. At least the na of Wendell Francis, the Saint Child, will be forever secured.”
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