Pranay Martinez was tied to a chair, a mass of bloody flesh continuously squirming on the ground.
Half of it was wrapped around Pranay Martinez, and the other half was still on the floor.
Upon hearing Julius Reed enter, the thing twisted sothing akin to a head.
A bloody ss, nothing could be seen.
"Osher Reed? Julius Reed?" There was no panic on Pranay Martinez’s face, only disgust.
Within the ruins of the Nine Spirits Temple, his power was suppressed, making him no different from a normal person.
So at the mont the Martial Artist of the Dusty Platform appeared, he gave up struggling, only cooperating.
Struggling wouldn’t solve anything, except bringing more suffering to himself.
Might as well quietly wait and see what the final result would be.
The worst outco would only be death.
But with struggling, death would co quicker.
Pranay Martinez was a smart person, knowing how to make himself safer.
"Guess?" Julius Reed walked over with a smile and slapped Pranay Martinez hard in the face!
It was quite a loud sound.
And quite clear.
"Betrayed ." Julius Reed said sternly, and then abruptly kicked him with no warning!
Bam!
The chair flipped over.
The mass of flesh fell off.
Since part of Pranay Martinez’s thoughts could be known by the so-called gods, Julius Reed had no choice but to deceive him first.
But there was an advantage in doing so.
Pranay Martinez would naturally cooperate.
The main purpose of Julius Reed’s kick was to see what that mass of flesh was.
If it was dangerous, he could help Pranay Martinez a bit.
"I don’t believe the Divine Master would fall so easily. But now it seems you’ve sched against him." Pranay Martinez lay on the ground in an awkward position.
After all, he was tied to a chair.
"Fine, I’m willing to listen to you." Pranay Martinez spoke. "But don’t say I didn’t warn you, the Divine Master won’t die, much less disappear. If it were so easy to kill him, I would’ve done it long ago."
"He’s entered the divine domain. The divine domain is the realm of gods, no mortal who enters has a chance of survival." Julius Reed said.
He kept his eyes on the mass of flesh, which seed to have stopped moving, with no reaction.
"Divine domain..." Pranay Martinez sighed and, no longer entangled, spoke with slight annoyance, "You can’t just leave lying here, can you?"
Julius Reed walked over and set the chair upright.
He raised his foot, ready to kick the flesh away.
"Hold on."
Strangely, the flesh spoke.
"Are you sure he really surrendered?" The flesh squird, gradually standing up, and asked coldly, "Without the Prophet’s orders, no one can take him away. Also, this body was clearly pre-assigned to ."
"Who are you?"
Julius Reed frowned and asked.
There were no surveillance caras in the room, nor were there any bystanders.
He wasn’t worried about being exposed.
He could just kill to silence.
After all, Julius Reed never considered himself a good person.
"Don’t you recognize ?" The flesh stood up, roughly humanoid. "Osher Reed, I am Darin. Your mind must’ve gone wrong after taking over Julius Reed’s body."
"Wasn’t Darin dead?" This ti, it was Pranay Martinez who questioned.
Sparing Julius Reed the trouble of asking.
"Almost dead, but I still have a breath left. The Darin you saw wasn’t my real body. Have you seen my current ghostly appearance? Every ti I die, the body deteriorates. Fortunately, the Prophet saved with all efforts, so I have the hope to survive."
Darin turned around, looking at Pranay Martinez: "However, I don’t have much ti left. So I applied to the Prophet to take over your body. Don’t be afraid, it doesn’t hurt. But the process might be a bit slow.
"Brother, I’ve already declared allegiance to the Prophet, have you given up on the idea?" Pranay Martinez felt a chill down his spine.
This ti, he was unprepared.
When Osher Reed took over his body, Pranay Martinez had been preparing for many years to ensure the plan was perfect, yet the success rate was still very low.
If any step hadn’t gone as he expected, it would’ve failed.
Pranay Martinez would’ve disappeared completely.
But this ti, no preparation.
If Darin really took over his body, Pranay Martinez would be equivalent to dead.
"You’re fickle, and I’ve already pledged allegiance to the Prophet. So, I’m more suitable. The Prophet will agree with this, after all, I don’t have much ti left." After saying this, Darin moved towards Pranay Martinez.
Ready to attempt.
"Don’t ss around, man." Pranay Martinez instinctively retreated, speaking: "You’re not Osher Reed, you’re not a god servant, both of us are human. How could you possibly take over my body?"
"Heh heh... Who told you I’m still human? If I were human, I’d be long dead. I’m a god servant; I’ve fused with Darin; I inherited his mories. I am Darin, understand?" Darin’s bloody body pressed against Pranay Martinez, sneering: "Co on, let possess you."
Swish!
A sword struck out.
The bloody Darin was sliced into two pieces.
Dead.
He had no chance of resurrection.
This was the Dusty Platform, this was the true body.
"Quite disgusting." Julius Reed wiped the sword on Pranay Martinez, who looked a bit stunned, and said indifferently, "Cooperate obediently, or this will be your end."
The corpse on the ground turned into a pool of blood at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Gradually evaporating.
The room was filled with a foul stench.
"You..." Pranay Martinez was slightly lost; he was now just an ordinary person, with his powers suppressed.
"What? Unwilling?" Julius Reed asked.
"Very well, from now on, I’ll work for the Prophet." Pranay Martinez lowered his head, glancing at the ropes on his body: "Untie ?"
"Behave, you can’t escape." Julius Reed flipped the blade, and the ropes broke apart.
Falling to the ground.
After doing all this, he left the room.
Preparing to find Hiddy.
Just as he stepped outside, he turned back, looking at Pranay Martinez. "You’re a servant of Green Snake, now tell , where is Green Snake? If you lie, your life will be at stake! I hope you still have so value alive."
At this question, Pranay Martinez began to think.
"Yes, I’m a servant of Green Snake, but Green Snake’s whereabouts, I don’t know at the mont; I need a little ti to track." He nodded.
Sothing felt off.
Could it be, that Osher Reed took over Julius Reed’s body, along with inheriting his mories?
Is that why he’s treating sowhat decently?
No matter what, this was good news; Pranay Martinez was temporarily safe.
Leaving the room, Julius Reed once again walked to the Prophet’s room.
He couldn’t kill the Prophet yet; after all, it was Hiddy’s father, and Julius Reed still needed to use the Prophet to learn a little more.
Like what exactly that Divine King was.
"Pranay Martinez doesn’t know Green Snake’s tracks for now. But White Tiger likely killed the Guilt Emperor, resulting in no servants. Their next step is probably to seek servants." Julius Reed said.
"Then... let’s give the Dusty Platform’s owner a bit of a lesson. He’s been quite arrogant recently and was very disrespectful to . Leave him alive; we still need him to do things." The Prophet closed his eyes and fell asleep.
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