"Jesse River!"
Julius Reed saw the ssage, his mind racing!
Predicting the future!
The woman in white!
What exactly is Pranay Martinez doing!
If the revival of Pruitt Wilde isn’t ant to restrain , then what’s the purpose!
Thousands of years ago, Orson Martinez walked a path less traveled!
As Julius Reed prepared to eliminate those Undead Tribe mbers and maintain order.
Skilid City vanished overnight!
It remains a mystery to this day!
And the Emperor Teacher, after being used by Pranay Martinez, was severely injured by him, leading to the Emperor’s ergence.
Julius Reed swiftly pressed the dial button.
"Whitaker Dog, the plan has changed! I will ensure the paynt to your Funeral Alliance is completed within a day, but my request will also be advanced!"
"No matter what ans you use, you must imdiately rush over and rescue the person I need you to save! Rember, your Pope must go personally; it is extrely dangerous there!"
Without waiting for Whitaker Dog to speak, Julius Reed added, "If you breach the contract, you are aware of my thods!"
"Understood!"
Whitaker Dog’s back was chilled.
Those who opposed the West Tower died a terrible death.
Because many bodies were collected by Whitaker Dog.
He knew, this West Tower was no bluff.
"Team Leader, you’ve heard it all." Whitaker Dog looked at Logan Channing in front of him.
"I will personally speak with the Pope, since my adoptive father now longs for his help, not animosity!" Logan Channing looked worried as he quickly left the hall, heading to a bungalow.
"Co in!"
Without waiting for Logan Channing to knock, the Pope’s voice ca from inside.
"Adoptive father!" Logan Channing pushed open the door and presented Julius Reed’s request.
"How much do you estimate we can earn?" The Pope leaned on the chair, inquiring.
On the table before him lay a map.
An extrely ancient map.
"Our total from the past ten years." Logan Channing spoke truthfully.
In today’s world, the wealthiest were these two organizations.
With tens of thousands dead, the fees were not a small sum.
"Good! I’ll set off now!" The Pope replied cheerfully. "Use the earned money to buy gold! Preferably, buy all you can find! I have a major use for it!"
"Understood!"
Though unsure of why his adoptive father wanted to buy gold, Logan Channing never questioned it.
She only obeyed.
"You, Whitaker Dog, and the Ninth Squad, follow ." The Pope donned a red cloak and glanced at the painting on the wall.
It was the Golden Coffin!
A gigantic golden coffin!
A longsword was embedded in the golden coffin!
A pitch-black longsword!
The longsword pierced through the golden coffin, firmly nailing the massive sarcophagus to the ground!
"The Ninth Squad? They’ve never gone out, and despite being experts, but..." Logan Channing had concerns, as external contacts were always handled by their group.
The rest were sheltered flowers, focusing only on growth.
"We will soon venture out and beco dominant forces, this experience is inevitable. And with here, what are you worried about?" The Pope, ready, placed a small pure gold knife at his waist.
This knife’s material was special, crafted from gold soaked in a solution that eliminated the Undead Tribe.
The gold had a hint of black.
"Understood!" Logan Channing turned and left, starting to prepare for departure.
anwhile.
Moon Mansion.
Julius Reed looked at the news on his phone, profoundly shaken.
Pranay Martinez has always been an ambitious man.
This ti, what storm will he stir?
He picked up his phone and dialed again. "Gabriel Abernathy, I need Whitaker Dog’s mask, half an hour, make it."
"Such a demand." Gabriel Abernathy was slightly helpless on the phone.
Too rushed.
"Half an hour." Julius Reed repeated.
"Alright." Gabriel Abernathy asked, "Where should I et you?"
"I will co to you." Julius Reed glanced at the forge location and hung up.
Simultaneously, he called Whitaker Dog.
"Big Brother, the Pope agreed to that matter, I’m ready to depart." Whitaker Dog said excitedly.
The Funeral Alliance specially established a temporary base near Moon Mansion for handling this incident.
Unlike others, the Pope seed to be the only one among the undead who cared about money.
Julius Reed didn’t care about money, Pranay Martinez didn’t care about money, the Emperor Teacher didn’t care about money.
Only the Pope adored money.
"I’ll treat you to a drink. Co quickly, after a drink I’ll send you off." Julius Reed said, "Moon Mansion, revelry."
"Deal! Let’s hurry!" Whitaker Dog was delighted.
This was a privilege.
...
The plane roared.
The Pope stood at the airport, personally counting the followers heading to Town with him.
"Whitaker Dog, why are you just back?" Logan Channing looked at the drunken Whitaker Dog from afar, displeased, "Everyone’s waiting for you!"
"Apologies, I was happy today, had so drinks." Whitaker Dog chuckled, scratching his head.
"With the affairs at Moon Mansion, Whitaker Dog made a notable contribution. Right, now we depart." The Pope boarded the plane and took a seat.
Town?
What’s there?
Is it worthy of my personal visit?
And Whitaker Dog sat beside the Pope, glancing sideways.
Nether Emperor?
That old fellow really isn’t dead!
Quite adept at hiding.
But curiously, the Nether Emperor seed injured.
His abilities weakened considerably.
Julius Reed struggled to recall what made the Nether Emperor outstanding.
Pruitt Wilde possessed imnse brute strength, boundless might!
The true King of Power!
Pranay Martinez excelled at weapon crafting, with countless divine weapon creations, personally elusive.
The Emperor Teacher’s swordsmanship was unparalleled, deed second in the world!
What about the Nether Emperor?
Julius Reed’s mory was erased.
But intuition told him, the Nether Emperor did not die back then, he certainly had extraordinary skills.
The plane took off, everyone closed their eyes, preparing to rest.
...
Night fell.
Snow flew.
Still winter.
Northern Border Town, perpetually frozen, devoid of any warmth.
This was the realm of extre cold, seemingly a divine punishnt, stripping away all flora.
In the snowy world stood a mountain.
Or perhaps...
An unawakened beast.
Pranay Martinez and Jesse River were inside this beast’s belly.
The snow-covered exterior revealed nothing of the massive tallic bear, only a small mountain.
"How is it?" Inside the cave, Pranay Martinez eagerly looked at Jesse River.
"I can’t see clearly, there’s too much interference." Jesse River was drenched in sweat, his face pale.
"Make an effort, as long as you help succeed in predicting, I’ll imdiately let you go!" Pranay Martinez was sowhat excited, he hadn’t felt this excited in a long ti.
"Will my Skilid City really..."
"I’m doing my best, but my strength is insufficient, if given so assistance, perhaps..." Jesse River nearly collapsed, "I can see coffins of gold throughout the city, and..."
"And what!" Pranay Martinez gripped his collar: "Speak!"
"My strength is depleted..." Jesse River lay sprawled on the table, sowhat powerless.
The invisible threads connected him, continually providing energy.
"Wait for a mont." Pranay Martinez hesitated slightly, pulling a sword from the wall.
He longed deeply for the results.
"Let try..." Jesse River squinted and suddenly leapt backwards!
Crack!
Five spikes on the wall pierced straight into him!
"Ah..."
The pain!
Excruciating pain!
"You..." Pranay Martinez’s face changed dramatically, just as he was about to move, the air was filled with falling red threads.
"Good! Good! Good!"
Pranay Martinez laughed angrily.
"Roar!"
A deep roar.
The snow began to slide.
The small mountain shifted slightly.
Two eyes, as large as basketball courts, slowly opened.
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