Sutton knelt on one knee, maintaining a position ready to spring up at any mont.
He held the blood sword in one hand, with the faint illusion of a rat appearing on the sword.
The flas started to burn, not externally, but within the sword, turning the longsword a glowing red.
At the sa ti, his eyes glowed brightly.
"Warrior, the blood sword in your hand, bestowed by Trent Marsh, represents responsibility and honor," Griffen Marsh said, with a hint of anger in his voice. "We are both mbers of the organization protecting our third brother. When you see , you should address as ’senior.’ Yet, not only do you not address as ’senior,’ but you dare to strike at ."
"Heheheheh..." Sutton let out a chilling, eerie laugh.
Like an animal.
He was not human; how could he call a human ’senior’?
"Griffen Marsh..."
Sutton kept repeating the na.
It hadn’t fully rged with his body yet, unable to fully unleash its power.
"Griffen Marsh, I rember your na," Sutton’s form erupted, and he swept the snow sword horizontally!
Whoosh!
A blaze of fire burst forth!
Forcing Griffen Marsh back more than ten ters!
More than ten ters is more than enough for a rat.
In almost the blink of an eye, Sutton disappeared.
Outside, those protecting Trent Marsh were caught off guard, two of them were beheaded, and three others injured.
A golden needle was embedded in Trent Marsh’s chest!
By the ti the guards realized it, Sutton had already vanished.
The commotion here naturally drew the attention of the martial artists at the inn.
But before anyone could react, Griffen Marsh had already left with his n.
They were the most mysterious guard team of Trent Marsh, with very high abilities and intelligence.
Otherwise, they would not have been tasked with rescuing Trent Marsh.
They ca and went in a hurry, and no one suspected anything.
But the mont Sutton escaped, Julius Reed glanced in that direction and quickly followed.
He wasn’t sure what the others were up to, but Sutton’s appearance here was definitely suspicious.
In the snowy field.
Sutton burrowed into the snow, sending waves of snow flying.
His speed was astonishing, advancing nearly twenty ters per second!
Digging was a strength of rats, but even rats have their natural enemies.
Snakes.
Julius Reed kept flashing through the deserted snowy landscape, catching up to the snow-burrowing Sutton in just a few minutes.
He stomped hard with his foot!
Bang!
Snow waves shot up more than three ters high!
A shadow darted out from the snow, with sword light shooting out in all directions!
"Sutton, sneaky as you are, you no longer resemble a human!" Julius Reed said softly, pushing his palms forward!
A strong vibration emanated from his palms, shattering the sword Qi.
Crunch.
Sutton fell into the snow, his eyes already completely transford into those of a rat, unable to speak human language anymore.
His face was ferocious, and the hand holding the sword trembled constantly.
"You are no longer you, Sutton, you have died." Julius Reed confird his suspicion.
That feeling was just like what he had encountered with rrill Caldwell and Old Eight.
They looked human but were no longer related to humans.
"I... have I died?" Suddenly, Sutton’s eyes began to return to normal. He squatted painfully on the ground, his eyes vacant: "I... am dead... Then who am I now... Who am I... Where am I... No!"
With severe pain, Sutton clasped his hands together and fell onto the snow.
Yet a few seconds later.
He slowly got back on his feet, his pupils again becoming those of a dead person.
Then slowly becoming like the eyes of a rat.
The last hint of human gaze faded away.
"Squeak..."
Sutton could no longer speak human words.
Only the squeaking of a rat.
He was no longer human but a puppet controlled by the Red Rat.
As part of the Undead Tribe, such a puppet was sothing the Red Rat was very satisfied with.
It could be used for a long ti without worrying about decay or decomposition.
If nothing unexpected happened, it could blend into human society and do whatever it wanted.
"Sutton, for your whole life, you will be my enemy." Julius Reed shook his head with resignation: "From following the Emperor and opposing to turning to Trent Marsh. Was it worth it? In the end, it all ca to nothing."
The Emperor understood this truth, and even his nesis, Shadow Kims, had already joined Julius Reed’s camp.
Were any of these lives not better off?
No more living in fear, what they lost were rely the so-called elusive grand ambitions.
"At the end of the day, it’s just being unable to let go," Julius Reed placed his hand on his waist and slowly drew the Break Sky Knife.
The Break Sky Knife, a divine artifact capable of annihilating the Undead Tribe.
When Sutton saw this blade, he couldn’t help but let out a squeaking sound.
As if sensing danger.
"Considering that you’ve served the Emperor for thousands of years and we are both immortals, I will see you off one last ti." Julius Reed didn’t know why Sutton had beco like this, but he knew it must be related to the temple.
What exactly was inside Sutton’s body, however, remained uncertain.
Julius Reed slowly raised the knife, and in an instant, all of heaven and earth stood still!
Snowflakes hung in the air, as if frozen.
The wind stopped.
Click!
With a snapping sound, Sutton’s body began to move slowly.
It seed as though it had broken free from control.
"Extinguish." Julius Reed pressed down with the knife.
Boom!
A muffled sound!
The Break Sky Knife unexpectedly transford into thousands of horses and soldiers, roaring as they charged at Sutton!
These afterimages, these illusions, were like an army!
Like the wailing undead army of the Grim Reaper, letting out shrill cries, rushing out from the sword, eager to tear the prey before them to shreds.
Sutton’s pupils contracted sharply, his hands gripping the sword as he assud a firm stance!
Crack!
The blood sword shattered!
Sutton was propelled thirty ters back by the force!
His clothes were completely ruined, leaving him in a wretched state.
His chest was covered in countless wounds.
Julius Reed remained standing in place, urging the Break Sky Knife.
Those ghostly afterimages resud their charge after a brief pause.
"Squeak!"
Sutton let out another sharp scream, his body beginning to swell violently!
Then, it started to shrink, until finally, it turned into a rat!
All his bones shattered, reconsolidated, while his skin, after rapidly withering, shrank dramatically, becoming a rat the size of a cat.
The rat was entirely crimson, resembling a ball of burning flas!
No!
It was indeed flas!
The Red Rat couldn’t form a physical body, and in such a critical mont, had to resort to this thod to quickly enhance its power.
If it didn’t do this, it might beco illusory and be dispersed.
The mont the rat appeared, Julius Reed finally understood.
"No wonder it’s so powerful; it’s a Phantom Beast." Upon realizing this, he had a bad premonition.
A single Phantom Beast was so dominant, and he had three on him!
Doesn’t that an...?
Upon this realization, Julius Reed felt a chill running down his spine.
He was in great danger.
The flas on the rat grew larger, eventually becoming an indistinguishable mass of firelight.
"Competing in fire? I’m more fired up than you." Julius Reed coughed lightly, and the Dragon King Ring on his finger began to gleam.
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