Chapter 641
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Pride returned to his human size and was still as arrogant as ever.
His eyes glanced over the statues and the devilish radiance enveloped them.
Sloth yawned and didn't seem to care.
However, the distorted aura that seemed to have materialized was too obvious.
But Pride didn't care.
The pride that came from his soul made him disregard others, including Sloth which shared the same origin.
In Pride's eyes, Sloth was also an ant.
In fact, other than Pride himself, everyone else was an ant.
Sloth had a rare feeling of anxiety when he sensed Pride's rapid growth.
The unfamiliar feeling made Sloth even more anxious.
It felt like the cardinal sins of rage were about to appear.
Finally, Sloth's eyes landed on the half-dead Hector.
Without further ado, Sloth's devilish radiance devoured Hector.
He knew such a chance was hard to come by.
It might very well be the only one.
If he didn't seize it, he would fall into oblivion forever.
The devilish aura was rumbling inside the tent. Those with sharp senses among the Prairies soldiers could tell something was wrong with the tent.
However, Hector's order from before and his notoriety in the past was enough to keep the soldiers away from the tent.
However, the hot-tempered Lapierre wasn't one of them.
Lapierre was the most ferocious warrior under the Prairies King's command and also had the reputation of fighting a thousand enemies alone. He had a towering body that was two heads taller than a common man.
His bulging muscles made his tall body look incomparably sturdy.
His upper arm was already as thick as a common man's thigh.
Blue and black runes brushed down from his eyes all the way to his chin. It made his ugly face even more ferocious and intimidating.
Lapierre strode towards Hector's tent.
The soldiers around him quickly moved away. Similar to how they didn't dare to disturb Hector, they also didn't dare to stop the obviously angry Lapierre.
Those who dared to do so would be torn apart alive.
"Bastard Hector! Don't you know it's past the appointed time … It's you!"
Lapierre scolded loudly but when he saw Sloth, his scolding turned into a cry of shock. Lapierre obviously mistook Sloth for Kieran.
Lapierre then opened his arms wide with a vicious smile and dashed towards Sloth.
Blue sparks appeared on his thick hands.
Crackle, crackle!
When it got close to Sloth, the sparks turned into several electric currents. Not only did it block Sloth's retreat, but it also surged towards Sloth in an even more ferocious manner.
Blue-white electric currents engulfed Sloth's body.
However, Sloth's lazy expression did not change from the beginning to the end, even though he had used up half of the origin power he had just obtained.
Sloth disappeared just like that.
It was as if it had been vaporized by the lightning.
However, Lapierre's instinct told him that Kieran was fine and that Kieran had just vanished.
"Ahhhh!"
"Damn it!"
Lapierre felt like he was being toyed with. He swung his arm and the gathered electric currents instantly dispersed, destroying Hector's tent instantly.
Then, the grassland soldiers fell to the ground one after another.
The first person who came into contact with the electric current had his face charred black and was no longer breathing.
Huuhaa, Huuhaa!
Rage filled Lapierre's chest. He turned around to Thunder Fortress behind him and dashed towards it without a second thought.
That bastard had vanished.
Lapierre knew where that bastard was.
He wanted to tear that bastard into pieces.
With such thoughts in mind, Lapierre hastened his steps and when he reached the end, he was charging forward.
However, just as Lapierre was about to leave the campsite, a palm was pressed on his shoulder. The tremor that came from his soul caused Lapierre to fall to the ground.
Lapierre was covered in mud and was in an ugly state but he wasn't angry at all.
Quite the opposite, he knelt down on one knee respectfully.
"Your Majesty!"
Lapierre lowered his head and greeted respectfully.
"No rush … It's not time yet."
The man who was addressed as' Your Majesty 'had an astonishingly young face. His body was adorned with many golden accessories, making him look elegant and luxurious.
However, the most eye-catching part was the wolf pelt on his body.
The wolf head was on his shoulder, swaying along with the young man's words as if it was alive.
"Yes, Your Majesty!"
Lapierre nodded again without any argument.
When he sensed the presence of the Prairie King vanish, Lapierre raised his head and looked at Thunder Fortress with a ferocious gaze. He spat out a mouthful of saliva and stomped his feet on the ground before he turned around and headed deeper into the campsite.
Or more precisely, the tent where Hector's forces were at.
Lapierre was indeed hot-tempered but he wasn't an idiot.
He knew other than the evil beings in Hector's tent, his men's tents also had a lot of good stuff.
When Hector was still alive, Lapierre still had scruples.
But now?
Of course not.
As for ugly table manners?
The strong preyed on the weak, it was one of the Prairie's rules.
…
Fuuu!
The night breeze blew.
The rusty longsword in the dead king's hand shattered into pieces when it was about to pierce Kieran's throat.
The longsword turned into dust and was blown away by the wind.
Together with King James VIII who was holding the sword.
And Mary the Dead who hugged him.
Everything before Kieran's sight started to fade away. Quietly, Kieran returned to a spot not far away from Thunder Fortress.
He easily contacted the Fire Ravens that were monitoring the campsite and its surroundings.
Kieran was able to confirm that he had left the so-called Mystic Soul Realm.
Then, Kieran squinted his eyes at [Fusion Heart].
[Touch of Cardinal Sins] didn't change at all in the special effect tab, whether it was the description or the effect.
But with Pride and Sloth's vision, he knew something must have happened, something he didn't know about.
"Devour!"
Kieran easily came up with such a conclusion when he recalled the scene he saw.
Then … other than strengthening himself, what other possibilities was there for devouring?
However, the power didn't reach the level of a qualitative change.
That was why the description of the system remained the same.
However, unconsciously, Kieran thought of the [Cardinal Sins Beast] that was fused with [Touch of Cardinal Sins] under the extremely dense negative energy.
"Could there be other ways to evolve?
And they are trying their best to avoid this path of evolution? "
Following the speculations in Kieran's heart, some thoughts popped up in his mind.
However, he quickly suppressed the thoughts in his heart.
[Eye of Chimeras]'s existence in [Fusion Heart] forced him to be extra careful.
It wasn't scary to have one's desire peeped on.
However, if one got accurate thoughts from the desire and used it against him, it wasn't something Kieran could accept.
A balanced [Fusion Heart] was the best for Kieran.
He didn't want to lose the balance and start a civil war.
That would turn his biggest trump card into his biggest burden!
Kieran tried his best to empty his mind and looked over Thunder Fortress towards the Prairies main camp.
Through [Touch of Cardinal Sins], he was able to differentiate the three presences that he had to remember.
The dead Hector.
Lapierre, who attacked with lightning.
And …
Kieran thought about the young man with golden accessories and wolf pelt.
Kieran furrowed his brows.
He sensed something different from the other party. It wasn't just the special attire, but something deeper.
The obscure presence of the young man!
There was something hidden in the obscurity.
It was familiar yet it didn't seem right.
Kieran only had a similar feeling on one person.
"Great Swamp!"
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