mesbooks Chapter 815: 258: He Suppressed Two Eras, After All (Thanks to the Alliance Leader 'Nine-tiered Pagoda')_4
Chapter 815: 258: He Suppressed Two Eras, After All (Thanks to the Alliance Leader 'Nine-tiered Pagoda')_4
Chapter 815: Chapter 258: He Suppressed Two Eras, After All (Thanks to the Alliance Leader ‘Nine-tiered Pagoda’)_4
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Mr. Dove, who could instantly suppress at least a Fifth Tier, meant that the opponent was absolutely a Sixth Tier. In other words, the top experts of the White Family had arrived!
“Damn you, White Family!”
Leonard Churchill snorted coldly in his heart.
Although there had been some minor conflicts before, he had regarded them as fair competition. Now, his goodwill toward the White Family had instantly dissipated.
He had even talked about returning the item left by that ancestor of the White Family, but now, even if he were to be backfired by the oath, it was absolutely impossible!
It was during these thoughts that the crisis emerged anew.
The very moment Mr. Dove was stopped, those several ghosts had already charged towards the room.
And they were not Evil Ghosts!
They were the “Immortal Aegis Animals” of the White Family!
Leonard Churchill’s face became stern, and despite the strong enemy, he neither dodged nor evaded, but just as he was about to take action, the situation suddenly changed.
A figure in a cloak appeared out of thin air beside him.
Before Leonard Churchill had time to see clearly what had happened, the cloaked figure suddenly exuded a domineering aura like a Descending God, suppressing the entire scene, and punched towards those few ghostly shadows.
The punch, enveloped in an air of destruction, swept across the area.
A few ghostly shadows on the opposite side were instantly blasted away, and from within those shadows came a cry of extreme surprise, “A legendary fighter!”
It wasn’t that they lacked the power to fight, but since a legendary fighter appeared here, it meant the Song Family was well prepared.
This fight was utterly meaningless now!
“Damn it!”
Seeing that the situation was bad, the ghostly shadows cursed and hastily fled towards the elevator, disappearing in the blink of an eye.
The cloaked figure watched but did not pursue.
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The battle came suddenly and ended just as abruptly.@@@@
At this moment, Mr. Dove’s arm, which was around his neck, was also cut off and fell to the ground, turning into a pool of pus and blood.
He had never before, like at that moment, seemed to grasp the deeper emotions of the actors, not just the performance, but the joy, anger, sorrow, and happiness in their hearts.
It was as if his understanding of the world had cleared.
Not only could he see, but he could also empathize and for the first time truly experience those complex emotions that normal people have.
He was watching intently when, out of the corner of his eye, he suddenly glimpsed a familiar figure.
That distinctive Mushroomhead, could it be Noah Wright?
What was strange was that at this moment, everyone in his eyes seemed like characters from a movie, with the sole exception of that fellow, who appeared to be a living person entering his view.
“Eh...”
Leonard Churchill suddenly snapped out of that state of enlightenment, his gaze shifting, realizing something was wrong.
For this person to appear here, it couldn’t be coincidental.
After all, Leonard himself still carried a jar tainted with the “Crimson Corruption of the Old Day Deity · Seadinth.”
Or perhaps this fellow’s appearance here was related to the Song Family.
With that thought, he walked over.
In an inconspicuous location on the second-floor corridor, he saw Mushroomhead leaning over the banister, engrossed in the play.
It was indeed Noah Wright.
Mushroomhead still seemed like a harmless young kid, his face beaming with innocent joy, as if he was seriously watching the play.
Even for Leonard Churchill now, no flaws were evident.
It seemed truly as if he were just an ordinary person, completely unnoticeable as the legendary leader of the Thirteen Masked Knights.
Leonard Churchill approached and also leaned against the banister.
Mushroomhead turned his head to glance at him, and greeted him enthusiastically, “Mr. Leonard Churchill, long time no see.”
As he spoke, it was as if he saw through something, adding another sentence, “You seem very sad. Hmm...that’s good.”
Leonard Churchill listened with a subtle hardening of his gaze.
Although he had suspected it, he still asked the question he was quite curious about for the first time, “Are you...the Pursuer of Light?”
Mushroomhead did not deny it, but he also spoke a phrase that was enigmatic, “I am ‘the Pursuer of Light.’ But the Pursuer of Light is not me.”
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