<h4>Chapter 2067: Chapter 2067: Escape</h4>
"Osher Reed, you’re ruthless!"
Ilia Danvers pushed the coffin with one hand, trying to move it out, but found it was quite heavy, the wheels were broken, and it was wedged between the golden door and the floor, offering immense resistance!
In just this short time, several Monk Soldiers had already rushed in.
With the help of Shadow Kims and others, Ilia Danvers finally managed to shatter the golden coffin.
The door was mmed shut.
Yet still, some Monk Soldiers managed to squeeze in.
Amidst the chaos in theboratory, Julius Reed loosened his clothes.
He discovered that his tattoos were unexpectedly glowing.
It seemed to be the power of the tattoos that prevented the Monk Soldiers from attacking him.
Julius Reed nced at the golden door of theboratory, rushed over, wielding the Longsword, and heavily struck it!
After a few blows, he discovered that the middle of the golden door was mixed with hard metal and stone.
He decided to give up.
He nned to find the Prophet to uncover the truth of the past.
...
At the top of the Dusty tform.
The Prophet stood on the mountain peak, with his hands behind his back, gazing into the distance.
It was pitch ck there.
Not a trace of moonlight could be seen.
"This world, in the end, will be changed." The Prophet extended his hand and gently stroked a bead bracelet.
But suddenly!
His expression changed dramatically!
One of the beads was missing!
"How could this be!" The Prophet eximed in shock, his previous confidence andposure vanished.
He paced back and forth on the spot, his mind racing.
Finally, he figured out what had happened!
It seemed that when he was controlling that substitute, the bead had been dropped.
To control a substitute, one needs to give the substitute a memory.
This bead bracelet carried many memories.
But one of them was extremely special!
It was the memory of his daughter when she was young.
The Prophet would often wander through this memory, chatting with Hiddy.
He had no choice but to take away these memories.
Otherwise, the father-daughter rtionship might turn into hostility.
"How could this be!" The Prophet smacked his forehead, somewhat regretful.
He had painstakingly nned for years, finally about to reap his rewards today, yet due to negligence, he dropped the bead carrying Hiddy’s memory inside the golden coffin.
He could only hope that everyone on the Dusty tform was dead, so he could return below and retrieve the bead from the coffin.
Of course, the bead might also be on a corpse.
Judging by the situation below, it seemed the Monk Soldiers had already invaded theboratory.
The n was more than halfway done.
"Cough, cough..." He kept coughing, simply sitting on the ground.
Opening the Heavenly Eye wasn’t a disguise.
His body was indeed weak, but nowhere near the point of being unable to walk.
The Prophet always carried spiritual medicine with him, allowing him to regain some strength after opening the Heavenly Eye.
Of course.
He knew Osher Reed had betrayed him and nned to turn this into an opportunity to plot against Ilia Danvers and the traitor Osher Reed.
A person embodying all the vile traits of a Saint Lord could never be loyal, right?
That was Saint Lord!
Osher Reed always believed himself to be Julius Reed.
Saint Lord could never be loyal to anyone.
"Prophet, our Monk Soldiers have entered theboratory, and in another ten minutes there should be no survivors below." Someone approached the Prophet from behind and spoke.
"Good. Good!" The Prophet said ’good’ twice, speaking without turning around: "Make sure you stay behindter to check if there’s any bead in the coffin. Also, check my substitute carefully, no matter what, the bead must not be lost. It’s in theboratory!"
The Prophet was certain the bead wasn’t lost.
It was merely misced due to his mistake.
"Stop looking."
Suddenly, a voice came through.
The Prophet turned around, and upon seeing Julius Reed, a look of surprise shed in his eyes.
"Not dead?" He made no effort to hide his intentions.
The task of delivering the body was actually a n to eliminate him together.
Theboratory was built near the Nine Spirits Temple ruins, and anyone rted to the temple’s power would be severely suppressed.
Of course, the Prophet was no exception.
Yet even so, Osher Reed managed to break through the Monk Soldiers ande up?
"I’m pleasantly surprised you’re still alive." The Prophet smiled and said, "But it doesn’t matter, you’ll still die. I have only one principle: I will never forgive a traitor."
He finished speaking.
A group of Martial Artists emerged.
Among them were some of Ilia Danvers’ men.
They had always been loyal to the Prophet, infiltrating Ilia Danvers’ squad merely as undercover agents.
They were responsible for passing information to him.
Every move by Ilia Danvers could not escape the Prophet’s notice.
"So, do you really intend to get rid of me?" Julius Reed pointed at himself and asked coldly.
Today, he wanted to ask the Prophet a few questions and also seek justice for Hiddy!
"I said, for traitors, I have zero tolerance." The Prophet finished speaking, stood up, and took a few steps forward.
"Here is the Nine Spirits Temple ruins, your power will be heavily suppressed. Having escaped, whye back to court death?"
Upon hearing this, Julius Reed drew the Longsword from his waist and stepped forward. "Court death? Not a chance for them."
"Stop being stubborn." The Prophet waved a hand, and those Martial Artists immediately surrounded him. "Within the temple, all power is void. Remember, your power is a gift from the gods!"
As soon as he finished speaking, those Martial Artists charged forward!
These people were all Grandmasters or Great Grandmasters, prepared by the Prophet in secret to counter the temple’s power.
With these people, the suppression from the Nine Spirits Temple would no longer be a threat.
It could even serve to control others.
Julius Reed thrust his sword into the ground in front of him!
Crack!
The ground began to crack!
The Martial Artists instinctively stopped and retreated.
Such power was terrifying!
Only a Great Grandmaster could barely achieve this!
Wasn’t it said that this guy’s power was suppressed?
Why did it not seem like it at all!
Even the Prophet frowned slightly.
"If you’re not afraid of death,e on." Julius Reed said.
"Kill!"
Several Martial Artists charged forward with weapons!
But the moment they touched the sword circle, their meridians exploded instantly!
Even a Great Grandmaster fell to one knee, in excruciating pain.
"How are you doing this?" Finally, the Prophet frowned slightly, realizing something was amiss.
The suppression didn’t seem to be working.
Could it be that Julius Reed was unaffected by the temple?
Even the Prophet himself, on the temple ruins, couldn’t use any power.
It was an inherent suppression!
Yet Julius Reed appeared unphased by this suppression.
A group of Martial Artistsy on the ground, wailing in pain.
Those left also retreated.
"I told you, you underestimated me too much." Julius Reed took a few steps forward, pulling out the sword from the ground.
"Osher Reed, I can’t understand you." The Prophet walked to the edge of the cliff, suddenly spoke: "Stop him!"
As soon as he finished speaking, the remaining Martial Artists charged up again!
Taking advantage of this opportunity, the Prophet boarded a glider and vanished into the night!
"The Prophet has fled." Julius Reed dealt with several Martial Artists, took out his phone, and spoke.
Meanwhile!
Upon receiving the news.
Pruitt Wilde grabbed a glider with one hand and also leaped down!