Chapter 2247
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Mubai had already unleashed its Ruler-level Insect. Zhao Manyan was only worried about how long the people of the Black Vatican could last.
Zhao Manyan was wearing a set of invisibility armor on his way to the Eighth Mound. It was not very useful in a battle, but it could help him avoid being intercepted by demon creatures when he was in an area full of them.
Demon creatures were carnivorous. They would attack anyone they saw.
Demon creatures with sharp noses would approach them when they picked up the scent of a living person from a few kilometers away. As such, it was difficult for Magicians to leave the forest alive if they ventured too deep into it.
That was the purpose of the expensive set of invisibility armor. It was like he had turned invisible. He did not have to worry about being targeted by demon creatures.
The demon creatures would only treat the person wearing the set of invisibility armor as a common rabbit in the forest. They would not bother to attack him.
Deep roars could be heard every few steps between the Seventh Mound and the Eighth Mound. Zhao Manyan was not like Mofan, who could kill his way through without stopping.
If he was surrounded, he would have no choice but to fight the demon creatures.
"Strange, where's the mound?"
"It's supposed to be here. Why is there only a swamp?"
"These statues are so lifelike. They're even in such funny poses."
"So it's here. I was almost buried by the mud. Why did they build the Eighth Mound in a swamp?"
Zhao Manyan looked around and found a building in the swamp. It was almost connected to the mound next to it.
He saw a light green rock leading the way. As he was about to head to the Ninth Mound, a dirty man climbed out of the half-soaked building.
The man was wearing a ragged kasaya. He smelled of mud.
"Brother, how are you? Are you alright?" Zhao Manyan quickly went over and helped the bald man up.
"I'm fine," the man was on alert, but he still acted like he was grateful.
"Someone broke into the Seventh Mound. Hansen asked me to send a message, but I don't know where the people here are. I'm planning to inform the higher-ups at the Ninth Mound," Zhao Manyan said to the man who looked like a wandering monk.
"I'm not too sure. I'm just a Deacon," the monk replied.
"That's a headache." Zhao Manyan wiped the rainwater off his face and instantly changed his expression. "Little Deacon, you can also be considered as meat!"
After saying that, Zhao Manyan suddenly hammered his right fist into the palm of his left hand. The collision that was filled with power immediately caused a layer of brown light to spread rapidly in all directions like an explosion!
The brown light wave swept past the swamp beside it, and a large rock full of sharp edges immediately protruded from the swamp. It was as tall and heavy as a bridge pier!
These large bridge piers appeared one after another, surrounding this area and forming a rock arena.
The Wandering Monk and Zhao Manyan were trapped together. At this moment, Zhao Manyan revealed a smile.
He was becoming more and more quick-witted. He had managed to trick a deacon of the Black Vatican into revealing himself.
A deacon's position wasn't low. Even though their main target this time was the black apothecary, who knew if this deacon knew the whereabouts of the black apothecary?
"Brother, what are you doing? We don't have any grudge against each other," the Wandering Monk raised his eyebrows in confusion.
"I'm just setting up a shelter. Don't take it too seriously," Zhao Manyan said.
A shelter?
The Wandering Monk had an urge to spit on Zhao Manyan's face. The arena was completely sealed off. Even the light could not penetrate it!
On top of that, the arena was slowly closing in. It was obvious that only one of them would be able to leave this place alive!
"Young man, you have to think this through. As a pilgrim, I don't like fighting and killing. I don't care which faction you belong to. Let's just treat it as a meeting and a nod. Let's leave each other some leeway," the wandering monk said.
"Why do you have such a glib tongue? Aren't you supposed to save the world as a monk? Why are you throwing away your professional ethics and messing with the Black Vatican? "Zhao Manyan scolded him.
"How am I unprofessional? Since the incident, I've been walking to the Potala Palace. Every time someone dies, I'll kowtow to pray for their soul. I've kowtowed thirty-four thousand six hundred and seventy times along the way, "the Wandering Monk said.
As he spoke, the wandering monk deliberately took off his hood, revealing his forehead and face.
The Wandering Monk's face was indeed dark. There was an obvious scar on his forehead, as if he had an extra eye.
"The incident happened? What happened? "Zhao Manyan asked in confusion.
"Bo City. I've kowtowed to the number of people who died. How can you say I'm unprofessional? There aren't many monks who are as considerate as I am, "the Wandering Monk said.
"F * * k me!"
Zhao Manyan was shocked.
What the heck? Wasn't the guy just a little Deacon?
How was Bo City related to him?
Wasn't Bo City Mofan and Mubai's hometown? Many people had died there, but Zhao Manyan did not know the exact number. How did the Wandering Monk know?
"Who … who exactly are you!?" Zhao Manyan pointed at the Wandering Monk.
"If you don't know who I am, why are you trapping me here?" Wu Ku's eyes widened.
Wu Ku thought that the person in front of him had seen through his identity as the Head Teacher. That was why the other party had trapped him in this stone arena.
Wu Ku panicked for a brief moment. He thought the man was an authority of the Holy Judgment Court, or one of the angels of the Sacred City.
It turned out to be a false alarm.
"You said you're just a little Deacon, so I'm trying to take down the leader of the Black Vatican so I can claim some credit for it," Zhao Manyan said.
"I was lying, you weren't telling the truth … it seems like there's a misunderstanding between us," Wu Ku said.
"Yes, it's a misunderstanding," Zhao Manyan felt a headache coming on.
The man was not just a little Deacon!
Besides, judging from what he said about Bo City, he was a leader of the Black Vatican!
Zhao Manyan was a smart man. It was impossible for a defense-oriented Mage like him to take on a leader of the Black Vatican!
"Actually, I don't like fighting, either," Zhao Manyan was starting to feel a little guilty.
This monk's level was a little too high. He had no chance of taking him on. He had to find a way to stall him until Mofan or Mubai arrived.
"So we'll part on good terms? You look like a dragon and a phoenix. You will surely achieve great things in the future. There's no need for you to fight a little Wandering Monk like me, right? "Wu Ku said.
Wu Ku was unsure of the man's strength. He was not a pure fighter. He only knew how to protect himself.
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