<h4>Chapter 2244: Chapter 2244: ck Smoke</h4>


    "Don’t ever look into his eyes. Although I’m not sure how it works, his eyes could identally hurt you."


    "Give him sunsses? Or maybe, take out his eyes?"


    "That’s cruel. Just let him lie on the ground, wouldn’t that solve it perfectly?"


    "But there’s good news, in the future the Funeral Alliance won’t need to buy cremation equipment. Let the Lord take 40% of the shares, just look at them daily. Swish, and people are gone."


    Julius Reed was in a daze, hearing someone talking beside his ear.


    The voices were familiar, both male and female.


    In his haze, Julius Reed felt that the ce where hey was very bumpy.


    He moved his fingers slightly, and they still had feeling.


    But his limbs were stiff, barely able to control his body.


    Julius Reed opened his heavy eyelids, trying three or four times, finally opening them slightly.


    "Quick! He’s about to open his eyes!"


    Someone eximed, immediately covering Julius Reed’s eyes, preventing him from opening them.


    "Shadow Kims, what are you doing..." Julius Reed then realized that the man speaking beside him was Shadow Kims.


    Remembering Shadow Kims, Julius Reed grabbed his hand, even without opening his eyes, he loudly asked, "Where’s Que Radcliffe? Didn’t I tell you to save Que Radcliffe?"


    He once heard the sound of hoofbeats in the video, the sound of Mont Horse.


    If Shadow Kims came to save him, doesn’t that mean Que Radcliffe is in danger?


    "Lord, listen to me, don’t panic, and don’t open your eyes." Shadow Kims shouted anxiously, "If you open your eyes, I’m done for."


    "How do you know about my eyes?" Julius Reed’s heart sank, he began to suspect that Demarco Mount’s people didn’t go to find Que Radcliffe but came directly to save him.


    "I watched the satellite livestream. Lord, please listen to me." Shadow Kims confirmed Julius Reed didn’t intend to open his eyes before he breathed a sigh of relief and said, "It was Hiddy, Hiddy arranged for us to rescue you."


    "As for Que Radcliffe." Suddenly, the voice changed.


    "Grace River and I coborated, she brought the people of the Royal Bloodline to rescue Que Radcliffe, while I brought Demarco Mount’s people to rescue you. In a few hours, I think everyone will meet."


    "Hiddy?" Julius Reed reached out, and immediately, a smooth hand was ced in his palm.


    Very delicate.


    This feeling, unmistakable.


    It was Hiddy.


    Julius Reed once said that this was the most beautiful hand in the world.


    No exception.


    "Your eyes..." Hiddy asked worriedly.


    They all saw it.


    Julius Reed just looked at Wainwright Ridge, and thetter disappeared.


    Turned into a pile of ash.


    "My eyes have been reced by what’s called the Eyes of God, they’ve gained some abilities. But sometimes, they’re out of my control." Julius Reed turned around, confirmed no one was in front of him, and opened his eyes.


    But to his surprise, his left eye was blind.


    He couldn’t see anything.


    Only his right eye could see.


    "Let me see." Hiddy wasn’t afraid like the others but walked over and examined closely, "Don’t move."


    She extended her hand, fearlessly staring into Julius Reed’s eyes.


    Gradually, her eyes became moist.


    "Julius, your eyes remind me of the one my mother once had." Hiddy turned around, tears instantly falling.


    "Your mother, the previous Prophet?" Julius Reed knew about Hiddy’s mother because he once entered Hiddy’s memories.


    There, he saw many things.


    The current Prophet, precisely because he killed Hiddy’s mother and took that third eye, gained his current abilities.


    "Are you saying the Eye of God was once on your mother?" Julius Reed frowned slightly.


    If so, does it mean the other eye is with the Prophet?


    The gaze, just like the previous painting, indeed had the ability to foresee the future.


    It all makes perfect sense.


    "No." Hiddy shook her head, hiding her inner sorrow, forcing a smile, "Compared to yours, hers looked like a fake."


    "You mean, your mother’s third eye tattoo was a replica?" Julius Reed suddenly thought of Trent Marsh and Silvio Reed.


    These two, by imitation, created a temple, created the Nether Pce.


    Including Red Rat’s power of fire and Green Snake’s power of wind.


    Based on these, they established a legion.


    If that’s true, then creating a replica of the Eye of God isn’t impossible either.


    What about the Heart of God?


    Could this long-sealed item of the Ten Thousand Mountain Alliance also have a replica?


    With Trent Marsh?


    Currently, the Prophet’s whereabouts are unknown, and even if Julius Reed wants to investigate, he can’t find any clues.


    What’se, is epted calmly.


    At least for now, this eye is still pretty good.


    Only its uncontrobility is a bit much.


    Julius Reed tried to stretch his muscles but found it extremely ufortable.


    His body felt as if it was falling apart.


    While chatting, the nended.


    Julius Reed stepped off the ne and saw Hawthorne standing outside, ready to greet them.


    "Lord, Madam, I’ve been waiting here for a long time." Heughed heartily, "Miss River is also here, always thinking of you."


    The people of Demarco Mount were divided into two groups, one following Grace River to save Que Radcliffe, and the other to save Julius Reed.


    "Hmm." Julius Reed nodded.


    To prevent his eyes from identally harming his own people, he made an eye patch and wore it on his face.


    Making those who saw it very curious.


    "What’s this..." Hawthorne nced at Hiddy, asking with his eyes.


    "Don’t ask what you shouldn’t." Hiddy red at him.


    But just then.


    Julius Reed suddenly sensed something unusual.


    Not only him, but several others present also felt something was off.


    They turned around and saw not far behind them, a ck wind appeared.


    The ck wind’s speed wasn’t fast, but it was very eerie.


    As it got closer, they could clearly feel the power inside the ck wind was very strong!


    Far surpassing anyone they encountered before.


    "Be careful." Julius Reed shielded Hiddy behind him, ready to act at any moment.


    But the ck wind seemed not to have seen them, sweeping past and continuing to blow inside.


    Approximately every minute, this ck wind could travel a hundred meters.


    The range wasn’trge, only about as big as a person.


    "Oh no, hurry over." Julius Reed nced in the direction where the ck wind headed, exactly where Que Radcliffe and the others were resting.


    He wanted to sprint, but his body ached terribly.


    He couldn’t walk more than a few steps.


    "Come!" Hawthorne approached Julius Reed and bent down.


    Picking him up, he sprinted towards the camp!


    And the people around the camp also realized something wasn’t right.


    "What’s happening!" A guard drew his sword and boldly walked over, shing down hard!


    But the sword felt like it was cutting through air, with no reaction.


    The ck smoke continued floating forward.


    Passing through the guard’s body.


    "Ah!"


    The guard screamed, falling to the ground dead.