Michael covered his hood and faced the endless dark blue sea. The strong wind blew his hat, and his golden hair fell out of the hat. It was even more dazzling under the red sunset.
His feet stepped on the soft golden beach, and the reddish yellow sunset reflected on his face.
This was the temporary creation of the Void Barrier by the king who once took the Void as his country, the world's most powerful black wizard, Afujie.
Even Michael couldn't help but sigh. As expected of the ruler of the Void. Everything in the world came from the Void. It was not an exaggeration to say that Afujie was the lord of all things.
After all, nothing was more eternal than the Void. After all, eternity was nothingness.
Michael once had nine companions like Afujie. He thought that by gathering ten people who could move everything in the world, he might be able to realize his dream.
After all, words like eternity were as simple as eating food for these nine people.
But …
Michael sat down on a rock that had been hit by the waves. He looked at the endless sea and fell into deep thought.
However, four of his nine companions had fallen one after another, and the person who transformed or killed them was only a guy who called himself the owner of the bookstore.
They were all very ancient gods who formed the Road of Fire Sword. In terms of mysteriousness, they had long surpassed 99% of the extraordinary existences in the world. But they were like water in a funnel, converging to the center — the owner of the bookstore. Remember the URL: m.9biquge.com.
Lin — Boss?
The owner of the bookstore, what kind of terrifying existence are you? Why do you always go against me? What is your purpose?
Just as Michael was lost in his thoughts, several afterimages began to appear in the void one after another.
Michael stood up from the rock and tidied up his white robe again, ignoring the sound of his robe fluttering in the sea breeze. The red cross in his hand was placed in front of him like a crutch. He stepped barefoot on the sand pond, and the white waves kept kissing his feet.
The Road of Fire Sword's gathering finally began.
The first afterimage in the Void, Afujie, was the first to speak. "Michael, I've brought all the people from the Road of Fire Sword who can come to the gathering."
It wasn't that the Path of the Fire Sword had never met before, but it was very rare for everyone to gather like this. Most of the time, it was just Shang Dafeng passing information to each other. Unfortunately, Shang Dafeng had already passed away.
Furthermore, ever since he talked to Giant King Augustus, Michael decided to change the Path of the Fire Sword's habit of working separately. He decided to focus all his efforts on eliminating Boss Lin first.
Boss Lin had become an insurmountable mountain in his eyes, and he was an existence that he had to defeat. Although he did not fully feel the strength of the bookstore owner, Michael's intuition still told him that as long as he defeated the bookstore owner, his dream would be within reach.
Michael looked at the afterimages of various shapes and sizes. They were all the noblest extraordinary humans in this world. To them, humans were like ants. To them, taking human form was simply laughable.
Moreover, many of them were very far away from humans. They could not understand human aesthetics and posture at all. Forcibly transforming into humans would make them even more unpredictable.
In comparison, Michael had a very good grasp of human aesthetics.
Michael silently recited the names of these various afterimages in his heart. Then, he suddenly saw a humanoid existence at the end. It was very unfamiliar. It looked like a young man, but that familiar aura assaulted his face.
"Yanar?" Michael muttered this name in confusion because the aura on his body was very similar to the master of time. "Is this your new form? I thought you were already dead. Great! "
Before the young man's afterimage could speak, another huge shadow suddenly spoke up. "Yanar had a big fight with the owner of the bookstore, and he was accidentally involved in the battle on Street 67. I saw all of this clearly."
"But I still found him." Yafje, who was wearing a tattered robe and looked like an old man, suddenly said, "He was resurrected with the help of a spy controlled by Rachel."
"Is that so?"
Michael frowned, a little puzzled.
"Yes," Yanar said. "The puppet that Rachel used for experiments was called Fitch. I used it as a container." After saying that, 'Yanar' raised his hand, and his arm, which was originally an afterimage, began to materialize.
His arm seemed to be constructed by countless rays of light, refracting countless incredible colors. It was as fragmented and unbreakable as glass.
A small worm gradually melted from his palm. Michael immediately sensed its aura clearly. It was a worm of time. All of his doubts were swept away.
"Ah, as expected of you." Michael could not help but curl the corners of his mouth. The sadness he felt when facing the sunset disappeared completely. "I didn't expect you to be able to escape from the bookstore owner."
"Huh?" Suddenly, a thin and tall afterimage like a bamboo pole made a puzzled sound. "Did I hear wrongly, Michael? You just said 'escape from the bookstore owner'."
Michael heard this question and did not say anything.
"Yanar has mastered the law of time. This is undoubtedly the law of victory. Even I, Randekiel, have to admit that I'm impressed. You actually said 'escape'?"
Randekiel, who was thin and tall like a bamboo pole, wore a tall hat and held a black cane. Apart from his body being several meters tall, he looked like a human gentleman with a deep gaze.
"That bookstore owner is actually that strong?"
Randekiel tilted his head slightly, but there was no fear in his eyes. Instead, there was a strange light shining in them.
Seeing that his companion did not care about the bookstore owner, Michael could not help but sigh. He continued, "It's not a matter of whether he's strong or not. My relationship with him is short —"
"That bookstore owner is not that strong!"
'Yanar', who had been silent all this while, suddenly opened his mouth and interrupted Michael's words, causing everyone to look at him.
"I've fought with that bookstore owner before. He is indeed very strong, but not that strong."
'Yanar' said with some dissatisfaction. "Using the word 'escape' to refer to me is looking down on me too much, Michael!"
Michael frowned and then said, "But Rachel and Shang Dabeng did indeed die at his hands."
In their eyes, Rachel's betrayal was not as simple as it seemed.
The real Rachel had died long ago. The Rachel that existed now was just a puppet whose will had been devoured.
"That's the witch beside him, the one in charge of the night. She killed Shang Dabeng and devoured Rachel."
"If I can escape unscathed when fighting with him, so can everyone else. Michael, didn't you also fight with him and successfully retreat?"
'Yanar' asked with a confident expression. "If he's really so strong, why didn't he kill you then?"
'Yanar's words made the other members of the Path of Fire Sword nod.
'Yanar' saw that Michael was still doubtful, so he raised his eyebrows and said directly, "It's useless for us to worry about how strong he is now, right? No matter how strong he is, we still have to defeat him, right?
"The death of Rachel and Shang Dabeng should give us a great lesson. That is, he is indeed very strong, but he is not strong enough to defeat all of us who are united. That's why he chose to defeat us one by one, right?
"In other words, as long as we are willing to unite, then the bookstore owner is nothing to be afraid of! Isn't this why you called us here, Michael? "
Hearing this, Michael pondered for a long time and finally nodded. "You're right."
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