Mojito Mansion.
"Lord O 'Neal?"
Chung Shen-soo touched Mormond's head and recalled the information he had obtained.
This lord was originally a big businessman, and it was said that he was a descendant of nobles, but he had fallen.
However, he was a living legend of the kingdom, and through several risky investments, he had earned a huge fortune.
In the end, after donating a large sum of gold pounds to the royal family, the church, and the Aristocratic Parliament, he was confirmed to have the bloodline of nobles and was conferred the title of lord.
"Sounds like a lucky person in an inspirational story, but there's no such thing as a lucky person without a reason … Is this his secret?"
Chung Shen-soo thought for a moment and ordered, "Continue monitoring him. He's only a Fourth Sequence Extraordinary, so he won't be able to discover your existence. But be careful, there must be a high-ranking person behind him!"
"Woof … With Master's protection and my own uniqueness, Extraordinary people below the demigod level will definitely not be able to discover me."
Mormond called out in an ingratiating manner before disappearing into the void.
…
Half a month later.
Carlston, the outskirts.
Blake, dressed in a black and red officer uniform, was participating in an escort mission ordered by the higher-ups.
This escort mission was very special. As a high-ranking officer, he was directly informed that he had to escort a very dangerous cursed item.
Its negative effects … were very powerful!
'The people above must be stupid to let my 3rd Battalion participate in this kind of mission ….'
Although he was also a Beyonder, a Third Sequence Swordsman, and the fact that the 3rd Battalion was an elite force of the public security forces, with every soldier being well-trained and equipped with the latest flintlock muskets equipped with bayonets, Blake still found it extremely dangerous.
After all, he knew that an army like his might be very powerful against ordinary people on the battlefield.
But against the true powerhouses in the mysterious world, they were as weak as scarecrows.
Perhaps a strong wind would blow them down in droves.
"The only thing I can hope is that the Extraordinary escorted by the church and the royal family is strong enough …"
Thinking of this, he clamped the white horse under him and came to the center of the team, where he saw the huge carriage under layers of protection.
Although a certain seal had been placed on it, they were afraid that the seal would break and cause heavy casualties to the ordinary people. Therefore, this cursed item was not transported through public transportation facilities such as steam locomotives. Instead, it was transported by the more primitive livestock.
Eight war horses pulled a huge carriage, with curtains hanging down on all sides.
Through the gentle breeze, Blake could see a huge, pitch-black coffin that seemed to be made entirely of black metal.
There were also a large number of chains wrapped around its surface, as if they were seals.
Even so, every once in a while, there would be a violent struggle coming from the coffin, as if there was a living creature hiding inside, or rather … a wild beast!
Only the Beyonders of the royal family and the Church could barely appease them.
"Boss!"
A soldier saw Blake and ran over to salute.
"How's the situation?"
Blake casually saluted and asked.
"That damned thing made a ruckus again half an hour ago. It took three minutes for it to calm down …" The soldier pursed his lips. "We are very worried …"
After all, even the ordinary people knew how terrifying the cursed item was!
"In another hour, we will reach the capital … At that time, I will give each of you three days off … so that you can enjoy the wine and women of Carlston …"
Blake gave a vulgar smile and made a promise.
At this moment, he seemed to hear a strong gust of wind.
"There's wind!"
Blake thought casually as he felt the strong wind blowing past.
The strong wind blew up the corners of his clothes, mixed with pieces of fallen leaves.
The withered yellow leaves at this moment seemed to have a dark and sharp luster, giving people a very dangerous feeling.
The strong wind continued.
The falling leaves danced, suddenly mixed with a large amount of blood.
"Enemy … attack!"
Blake saw the soldier in front of him had his arms and shoulders cut off by the falling leaves. Pieces of clothes and bright red flesh flew, revealing the pale bones. His pupils suddenly widened.
He pulled out the sword at his waist and let out a roar.
From the Western-style rapier, a layer of strong light burst out, protecting his whole body.
But there were only a few Beyonders as powerful as him.
Those soldiers could fearlessly face the artillery fire, line up to shoot enemy troops, criminals, low-level Beyonders … but they could not resist the natural disaster!
A large number of people were dismembered, and blood quickly dyed the ground red.
"Damn it, where are the Beyonders of the church?"
Blake roared. He saw that the powerful Beyonders did not look for the enemy, but only guarded the carriage.
It was as if the goods they were escorting this time were more important than the soldiers.
Although he knew that it was true, there was suddenly a flame rising in his heart.
"Wind Whisperer …"
A church ascetic dressed in linen opened his turbid eyes and looked at the maple forest in front of him.
Under the shade, Lord O 'Neal, who had disguised himself, opened his arms like a man embracing a hurricane, and suddenly bowed. "Teacher …"
His teacher was the one who gave him a helping hand when he was in trouble. He was also a powerful Beyonder from the Xiting Empire, the Fifth Sequence Son of Wind!
Around the carriage, invisible portals opened, and more than a dozen wind elves with human upper bodies and whirlwinds lower bodies emerged and pounced at the Beyonders.
Immediately, a floating figure hidden under a cloak quietly appeared, and his hands stirred the wind and clouds as if he was playing a harp.
Whoosh!
A powerful tornado formed and engulfed the huge carriage in an instant.
The warhorses neighed and ran away, and the steel coffin on it fell heavily to the ground, and the chains were cut by the wind blades.
"He … he wants to open the seal of the cursed item and interfere with us."
The Beyonder from the royal family waved his hand, and the environment around him became illusory, and ancient undead walked out of it.
The Fifth Sequence Herder was called Apostle, and he could borrow the power of the spirit world more deeply, and even form his own army of undead!
Countless undead stretched out their pale palms, trying to grab the Son of Wind, but it was too late.
A bolt of lightning struck down, and the huge metal coffin was torn apart, revealing a shriveled and small corpse, but … there was no shroud!
The mummy suddenly opened its eyes, and its amber pupils stared at the [Son of Wind]!
The Son of Wind's floating body stiffened, and even his thoughts seemed to have been injected with glue …
"No … shroud … It's … a trap …"
At this moment, he saw a stream of light speeding over from the direction of the city, as well as an old man dressed in a luxurious robe. His face was filled with despair. "It's just … a mere … cursed item … why would it … alarm such an existence?"
The newcomer was the archbishop of the Door of All Doors, a person close to God, Clado Tisamo!
"A Son of Wind from the Xiting Empire?"
Clado waved his hand lightly, and the ascetics on the ground hurriedly bowed and pounced toward the maple forest where O 'Neal was hiding.
His eyes were clear as he looked at the Son of Wind, and he asked in a hoarse voice, "Tell me … the mastermind behind the assassination of Member of Parliament Bornk!"
"How would I know?" The Son of Wind was stunned. He was only here to rob a cursed item, and he had never assassinated a member of parliament!
You've already exceeded your reading limit for today. If you want to read more, please log in.
Login
Select text and click 'Report' to let us know about any bad translation.
