The Supreme Martial Expert of the Female CEO Chapter 853 - 853 853 Intercept One

853: Chapter 853: Intercept (Chapter One) 853: Chapter 853: Intercept (Chapter One) The Holy Envoy lying at the bottom of the Seine River clutched the parchnt scroll tightly, his eyes brimming with fury!

Of the nine Atlantis Continent map fragnts, one had been snatched away by a group of mysterious black-clad figures.

The remaining fragnts located in the Egyptian Pyramids, diterranean Region, and the Louvre were the easiest to obtain!

But even so, the mbers sent to Egypt were completely annihilated.

Those dispatched to the diterranean ended up alerting the Papal Court of Light, resulting in both the mbers and the map fragnt falling into their hands.

Now only the map fragnt at the Louvre remained!

If that weren’t the case, he wouldn’t have co personally!

But even then, he found that the Papal Court of Light had no intention of backing down; instead, they had followed him here!

Originally, he was poised to acquire four map fragnts, yet now only one was in his possession!

This left the Holy Envoy of Hell’s Gate feeling completely stifled!

At the sa ti, he was well aware that his status within Hell’s Gate was not as high as outsiders might imagine.

If he failed to bring back even one map fragnt, the punishnt awaiting him would be unimaginable.

Thinking about this, he couldn’t help but shudder.

“I must take this map back, no matter what!” The Holy Envoy took a deep breath and then cast a resentful glance toward Hans and Archbishop Berkeley hovering in midair!

During his extended ti at the bottom of the Seine River, the Holy Envoy’s originally shattered arm had gradually healed.

While he still felt a bit unfamiliar with it, he had regained basic combat ability.

“Hmph, trying to compete with us Abyssal Creatures in endurance?

You’ve definitely miscalculated!” The Holy Envoy could feel his strength rapidly recovering.

Without lingering in place, he began to speedily follow the flow of the Seine downstream.

“Trying to flee?” Hans sneered coldly, dialing his phone: “The prey is heading downstream; are you all prepared on your end?”

“Everything is in place!” A steady voice replied from the phone.

Hans hung up the phone, then turned to Archbishop Berkeley with a grin and said, “Archbishop Berkeley, shall we set a trap and capture him like a turtle in a jar?”

…

The Holy Envoy followed the river downstream, fully aware that an inescapable Heavenly Net had been laid out above.

Though Hans wasn’t as strong as he was, the other side had three Demi-God Domain vice captains, not to ntion the ever-persistent Archbishop Berkeley!

By sheer force, he would undoubtedly suffer a loss—and perhaps even lose the last map fragnt in his possession!

“The priority is to avoid direct confrontation for now; once I shake off their pursuit, I can return to Hell’s Gate!” The Holy Envoy thought to himself.

But just at that mont, the Holy Envoy noticed many filant-like threads suddenly appearing in the water.

Before long, they wrapped around his body.

The Holy Envoy reached out to grab the threads.

“What are these damned things?”

But as he attempted to tear the threads away, a powerful electric current suddenly surged through them.

The imnse current coursed into the Holy Envoy’s body, immobilizing him entirely.

“Aaaah!” The Holy Envoy convulsed violently, crying out in agony.

Even though his physical resilience was formidable, he couldn’t withstand such a powerful electric shock.

Gritting his teeth against the paralysis, the Holy Envoy ripped off the filants clinging to his body.

But to his despair, the entire river was filled with those filants—it was clearly a barrier set up to obstruct him!

Though he could rely on brute force to clear the river, every ounce of strength needed to be conserved at this mont.

Otherwise, defeat would be inevitable.

“Holy Envoy of Hell’s Gate!” A strange voice transmitted directly to the Holy Envoy’s mind.

“I imagine the Holy Envoy is in need of assistance.

We are willing to extend a helping hand!”

Sound Transmission Technique!

Only masters with exceptionally powerful spiritual power could perform such a skill!

But who was this person, and what did they want from him?

“Who are you?” The Holy Envoy sent back his doubts through the spiritual channel.

The voice returned.

“Who I am isn’t important.

What matters is that I can help you escape this predicant!

Would the Holy Envoy be willing to take a gamble?”

The Holy Envoy sneered in reply.

“How could I possibly trust soone hiding in the shadows?

I’m not that foolish!”

After a mont of silence, the voice responded, “I can only tell you that we share countless connections.

Whether you believe is beyond my control.”

The Holy Envoy felt a flicker of uncertainty.

“Are you from the Dark Church?”

The voice didn’t confirm but instead said, “Holy Envoy, have you made your decision?”

The Holy Envoy glanced at the dense web of filants ahead, gritted his teeth, and said, “Fine, how do you plan to help ?”

…

“What’s the situation now?” Hans and Archbishop Berkeley arrived and questioned the Frogman Squad.

The Frogman Squad’s captain said to Hans, “Captain Hans, the target hasn’t moved from its location and remains inactive!”

He pointed to the radar screen and added, “I’m even starting to suspect the target may have been electrocuted to death.”

Hans chuckled lightly.

“If he could be eliminated that easily, that would certainly be good news!

But unfortunately, this opponent is no ordinary man!”

The Frogman Squad captain appeared shaken.

“But that’s a voltage of 100,000 volts!

He survived even that?”

Suddenly, the radar screen displayed ripples before the signal completely vanished before everyone’s eyes.

“What’s going on here?” The Frogman Squad captain demanded urgently.

“Why has the radar signal disappeared?”

“Captain, there was an interference wave just now!” One mber quickly explained.

“It caused severe disruption to our radar signal!”

“Investigate imdiately to find out what’s happened!” The Frogman Squad captain ordered.

Hans took a deep breath.

“No need for that!”

Archbishop Berkeley nodded.

“Indeed, he’s about to surface!”

Just as Berkeley finished speaking, the Seine erupted with a deafening roar as towering waves rose.

Erging from the water was the Holy Envoy, his body adorned with massive black wings.

Hans’s eyes glimred with anticipation.

“You’ve finally co out.

Since you’re here, there’s no escape!”

With that, Hans rushed forward, flas blazing from his body, charging at the Holy Envoy.

The vice captains of the Rose Squad exchanged glances and swiftly ascended, blocking the Holy Envoy’s other retreat paths, completely surrounding him.

The Holy Envoy sneered, his cold gaze fixed on them.

“Do you really think you can block my path?

Utter fools without any sense of survival!”

“Let’s find out!” Hans declared.

“We didn’t get to finish earlier—let’s pick up where we left off!”

The Holy Envoy scoffed.

“Defeated weaklings dare to boast so brazenly?

Hey, you from the Papal Court of Light at the rear—if you don’t obstruct , I might overlook your attack on our Freedom Organization.

Otherwise, rest assured, our Freedom Organization will never let you off!”

Archbishop Berkeley paused, his Magic Wand firmly gripped.

“An Abyssal Demon deserves nothing short of annihilation!

If you have any sense, surrender now!

I will purify you with Holy Light and send you to Heaven’s embrace!”