Chapter 617
âDid you hear their pleas when you killed them?âDudianâs tone was slow. His hand gradually tightened as he spoke. The pain continued to spread throughout his body. The bones of his broken wrist seemed to be crushed bit by bit, he was covered in cold sweat.
âSir, sir, I really didnât. Please donât believe the slander of a villain. Please believe me!âPluto looked up with a sincere expression as he pleaded.
At the same time, Plutoâs men reacted and rushed over.
Sergei, Glenn and the others didnât sit and watch. They quickly came up to them. The sound of weapons clashing echoed around them.
âWhen I asked the third question, only two people reacted.âDudian slowly said: âThe other personâs reaction wasnât as frequent as yours. Your mental activity is constantly changing. I forgot to tell you that one of my magic marks ability is perspective! I can see your heartbeat, the peristalsis of your stomach, including the flow of blood!â
Perspective? Pluto was stunned. Such a top-level visual ability actually appeared in Dudianâs body?
His heart suddenly fell into a deep valley filled with despair.
But he didnât want to accept his fate, he begged: âSir, I admit that I had a lot of thoughts at the time. But isnât it too hasty to judge that I killed your adoptive parents? âI just thought of other things, so I had a big reaction. But it has nothing to do with your foster parents. I really didnât kill them. You are looking for the wrong person to seek revenge. You will only let the real murderer Go!â
âI would rather kill the wrong person than miss it.âDudian indifferently said: âMoreover, you are the evidence of the murderer. There is more than this. The reason why I didnât kill you right now is because you have one thing to do.â
Pluto felt that he had grasped a ray of light: âSir, you really canât kill me. You have just promoted me to vice-chairman. If you kill me right now, it will be a scandal!â
âVice-chairman, I can promote you at any time. There is no need to pay attention to the scandal.âDudian said, the two hands of Pluto were completely broken. There was a pig-like scream from the side of the forest. Even a strong person like Pluto couldnât bear the pain of having his wrist broken.
âUse this matter to tell them that any position in power is in my joy and anger. It is in my words!âDudian grabbed the shoulder of the underworld king and carried him into the forest.
Whoosh!
The three attendants who were fighting with Sergei saw the opportunity and immediately rushed towards Dudian.
Dudian didnât even look at them. He raised his hand and hit the manâs chest. The man was sent flying and hit another attendant.
âTry to keep him alive.âDudian said as he carried Hades into the forest.
The sound of insects and the rustling of leaves echoed in the dark forest. It seemed that countless ghosts were running in the forest.
Dudianâs face didnât change. He carried Hades whose hands were crippled and went to an empty space in the forest. There was a small mound on the ground. There was no tombstone sign on it. He threw Hades in front of the mound: âKneel down.â
Hades clenched his teeth in pain. He used his knees and shoulders to support himself. His heart turned cold when he heard Dudianâs words. He knew what he wanted him to do. He laughed bitterly. He didnât expect that he would be reduced to such a miserable situation. He had to kneel down to a few ants. Even if he knelt down he wouldnât be able to exchange his life.
He clenched his teeth and slowly stood up, he said: âEven if I die, I wonât kneel down to die! Yes, I killed your foster parents. I sent people to kill them. Not only did I get people to kill them, but I also tortured them to death. Didnât you see their death? How miserable it was! Hahaha⊠you were able to hold back your revenge. In the end, your feelings for them were nothing more than thatâŠâ
Dudianâs voice suddenly stopped as he kneeled down.
Dudianâs kick hit the back of his knee.
Plutoâs eyes turned red as he growled and tried to stand up again.
Dudianâs palm pressed on his shoulder as if a huge mountain was pressing down on him.
âKowtow!âDudian indifferently said.
Pluto growled: âDonât even think about itâŠâhis body bent down and his head hit the ground.
Dudian pressed on the back of his head and pressed on the soil in front of the small mound.
âKowtow Again!âDudian grabbed his head and pulled it up. He didnât wait for Plutoâs eyes to see the front before he was pressed down again. The rough sand grains hit his forehead, it was as painful as a needle.
âAgain.âDudian pulled his hair up again and hit him again. At the same time he slowly knelt down and pressed Plutoâs head on the ground, dudian whispered to the small dirt bag: âAunt Jura, Uncle Gray, I brought the murderer who killed you. Do you see him? He is giving you repentance. He is making an apologyâŠâ
âDonât even think about itâŠâPluto roared.
Dudianâs palm pressed against the dirt. He couldnât open his mouth.
âUnfortunately, I was too late.âDudian looked at the small dirt bag. There was a trace of loneliness in his indifferent eyes, âYou should be living a normal life and be happy until you grow old. But because of me, although I let you live a good life for a few days, you have paid too much. The most useless thing in the world is to apologize. Nothing can be changedâŠâ
The King of Hell twisted his neck as he heard Dudianâs voice. He struggled but his face was tightly pressed. He could only make a nasal sound.
âI hope you have a good journeyâŠâDudian looked at the small dirt bag for a moment. He slowly retracted his eyes. The palm that was holding the back of the King of Hellâs head slowly slid down and grabbed his neck.
In an instant, the struggling kingâs body suddenly froze as if it was still.
âUHH⊠âŠâthe next moment, there was a clear sound of bones breaking. The kingâs neck was pinched like an hourglass. The sound suddenly stopped, his body gradually softened.
Dudian let go of his hand and slowly got up. He looked back and saw that the fight between Sergei and the others had ended. The four of them were brought into the forest.
âKneel down.âDudian calmly said.
Sergei and the others looked at the small dirt bag. They knew that this was the cemetery where Dudianâs adoptive parents died. They pushed the four of them and forced them to kneel in front of the cemetery. The four of them didnât dare to resist and knelt down one after another.
Dudian quietly looked at them. After a long time he slowly withdrew his eyes. He gestured to Sergei and the others. Then he led Aisha and left the forest.
Sergei understood and immediately took action. Several screams echoed in the forest.
There were five figures kneeling in front of the small mound in the dark forest. It was particularly strange in the dark night.
Dudian got into the carriage after they left the forest. He looked at Gabriel who was nervous and sweating: âAre You Afraid?â
Gabriel swallowed his saliva and shook his head: âNo, Iâm not afraid.â
Dudian sat back in the carriage and put down the curtain.
Sergei, Glenn and the others came out from the forest and got on their horses.
Dudianâs voice came out from behind the curtain: âLetâs go to Mt. Uto.â
Sergei, Glenn and the others were surprised. Sergei said: âMaster, Mt. Uto is the headquarters of the Holy Church. Are you going to deal with the Pope?â
âDo we need to pick a good day to deal with him?âDudian asked.
Sergei continued: âMaster, I donât mean that. Itâs so late nowâŠâ
âIf you are tired then you can go back and rest.â
Sergei broke out in cold sweat, sergei quickly said: âMaster, I mean the holy church is much more powerful than the dark church. Utoto Mountain is their headquarters. There are countless knights of light guarding it. Shouldnât we go back and gather people?â
âTo give the enemy time to breathe is to reduce your own time to breathe.âDudianâs voice was calm. âI have a plan. Gabriel, Letâs go.â
âYes, sir.âGabriel was frightened, and hurried to answer a word, driving back.
Sergei and Glenn looked at each other. They didnât think that Dudian would be so eager to do things. Did he plan to control the two most powerful forces in the outer wall in one night!
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Mt. Utto, headquarters of the Radiant Church, a sacred and beautiful symbol.
The mountain is 580 meters high, the snow-white sunflowers, in the cold black snow season open bright tender, beautiful unparalleled, to the current continuous drizzle of the rainy season, but gradually withered, erosion by the rain decay.
At the foot of the mountain, the street, which could accommodate eight carriages at the same time, was the most spacious street in the outer wall. The ground was paved with snow-white stone bricks, and occasionally the stars and moonlight shone down, even at night, the entire Uto Mountain was as bright as day. It was incomparably holy.
It was three oâclock in the morning. The street was empty in the dead of night. Even the nobles who liked to hold banquets until late at night had finished their banquets at around twelve oâclock. They went back to sleep.
A carriage rolled over. The sound of horse hooves accompanied the slight shaking of the carriage. The carriage stopped in front of the square. Dudian lifted the curtain and pulled Aisha down.
âMaster, are you really not going to consider it?âSergei looked at the towering mountain in the distance. It was hard to imagine how many soldiers would be needed to attack this mountain.
Dudian looked up at the distance. After a moment he said: âYou guys go back first. I will go alone.â
Sergei, Glenn and the others widened their eyes: âYou will go alone? This⊠how can weâŠâ
âIt is useless for you to go. Go back.âDudian said: âShow the badge of the FELAN family if you meet any patrolling soldiers.â
Their feelings were complicated. It was true that Dudian had said that they wouldnât be of much use if they went. After all, this was the headquarters of the Holy Church, even if they had five times the number of senior hunters, they wouldnât be able to make any waves here.
Dudian didnât wait for their reply. He held Aishaâs hand and slowly walked along the street. His figure gradually disappeared from their sight.
There were two eight-meter-tall statues of angels at the gate. Their snow-white wings were lifelike and their feathers were exquisite. They were full of a solemn and sacred feeling. Under the statues of angels, eight knights of light guarded both sides of the huge mountain gate. At this moment, the night was dark, and one could only hear the chirping of insects from the bushes in the distance, as well as the cooing of unknown frogs. Such sounds did not stop for a long time.
Although the eight knights had slept during the day, they still felt sleepy. Four of them had already surrounded each other and were sitting on the ground, drinking and chatting.
Whoosh!
A breeze passed by from afar.
One of the people who raised his head to drink heard the movement and turned his head to take a look. However, he saw a cloud floating over, blocking the Starlight and moonlight. It was pitch-black in the distance, and he could barely see a gray grassland.
A moment later, the cloud and fog were blown away by the wind, revealing the carefully trimmed grassland. There was nothing on the grassland.
âWhatâs wrong, Old Lei?âAnother person asked in surprise.
Old Lei rubbed his eyes and shook his head. âNothing. I was wrong. I thought someone had just passed by.â
âOld Lei, you must have drunk too much. who dares to come to our place in the middle of the night? Do you want to attack us at night?â
âThatâs right. Even those dirty B * stards of the dark church never dared to attack the headquarters of the Holy Church of light. You must have drunk too much!â
On the top of Mount Uto, in St. Markâs Square, the white jade-like ground was incomparably white. Under the Starlight, it was bright and white. There were knights guarding the square. Their posture was straight, and they were as still as stone statues.
In the temple of light above the square, there were oil lamps hanging on the pillars of the temple. The price of each oil lamp was the income of a commoner for half of his life. The incandescent flames lit up all parts of the temple, there was no darkness.
Richelieu lay on the bed behind the statue of the god of light and fell asleep. Ever since he became the Pope thirty years ago, he had moved here and slept with his back against the statue every day. The lamplight shone on his snow-white beard and hair, emitting a brilliant light.
Suddenly, a gust of cold wind blew from outside the window. One of the windows had opened unknowingly.
A gray figure quietly and slowly came to the front of his bed and knelt down.
Richelieu, who was in a deep sleep, slowly opened his eyes but did not get up. His voice was extremely cold as he asked, âWhat is it?â
If someone heard his tone at this moment, they would definitely be extremely shocked. This was completely different from his usually gentle and jade-like tone. It was as if he was a different person.
âSir, something has happened to the Fei Lan clan.âThe grey figure knelt on the ground and pressed his palm on his chest, he lowered his head and said, âAccording to the news, someone has forcefully barged into the Fei Lan clan and taken control of the twelve elders who are holding a meeting of the elders tonight.â
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