Chapter 5: West of the Pacific
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The entire banquet hall fell into dead silence!
Everyone was so terrified by the scene before them that they dared not breathe...!!
This scene was too shocking!! Too horrifying!!
Grace stood motionless, her delicate body trembling lightly, her mind completely blank.
"Bang, bang, bang...!" The dozens of book assassins' faces turned furious and ferocious. They began attacking Jonathan recklessly, ignoring everything else!
Six-Winged Angel was killed! One of their book's most outstanding aces had fallen in Harthaus?! This was like ruthlessly severing one of book's limbs in public!
Countless tongues of fire swept over!
Jonathan's body rapidly teleported, dodging in the midst of the overwhelming fire. The flames couldn't touch him at all!
"You ants dare to cause trouble in Harthaus?!" His pupils constricted... holding Devil's Cry, a silver radiance burst forth!
"Puff, puff, puff...!"
The sounds of countless blades cutting through flesh echoed in the air, blood permeating the surroundings!
In an instant, Jonathan stopped, retracting Devil's Cry in his right hand.
The dozens of book assassins stared wide-eyed, clutching their throats, their bodies frozen in place... thin threads of bloody fluid seeping out from their necks.
Jonathan swept a faint gaze over this group of foreigners, calmly stating, "To all organizations in the Western world... I, Death Lord, have returned."
Crash, crash, crash...
The bodies of the dozens of book assassins fell one after another...
In the blink of an eye, dozens of top members of book were wiped out.
Death Lord, returned!
Among the bodies scattered on the ground, hidden surveillance devices flickered, transmitting this moment's scene to the Western world thousands of kilometers away...
Jonathan retracted Devil's Cry, casually grabbing a piece of tablecloth to wipe away the stains on his hands.
At this moment, he was as elegant as a gentleman who had just finished a Western meal. If it weren't for the eyewitnesses, all the guests present would probably find it hard to believe that the indifferent gentleman before them was the executioner who had personally slaughtered over a dozen lives!
Then, he picked up a bottle of red wine from the table, pouring himself a glass with indifference. The first glass was a toast to old friends.
The red wine poured slowly onto the ground. His expression remained calm, a trace of complex memories flashing in his eyes. "Pamela, this glass is for you. This is the 107th angel I've slain for you."
The second glass, a toast to himself.
He downed the entire glass of wine in one gulp, bitterness and sorrow lingering on his taste buds.
The entire banquet hall fell into silence. All the guests were in a panic, frozen in place. No one dared to move or speak.
The third glass, he raised the wine glass towards the northern direction, then... ruthlessly smashed it to the ground.
A toast to the heavens!
Mountains and rivers shattered, blood feuds lingered!
His slaughter was far from over. The enemies' bodies were not yet carved, and the sword had not drunk its fill of wicked blood!
All of this... had only just begun!
Roully, north of Harthaus! The city that housed dragons and tigers was destined for a decisive battle!
Since the moment he was released from prison, there had been no turning back!
Walking slowly over the bodies covering the ground, Jonathan's expression remained indifferent as he walked out of the banquet hall.
No one dared to stop him.
Grace, who had been standing still, finally regained her composure. Her face displayed a mix of complexity and confusion as she quickly walked up to Jonathan.
"Thank you for saving my life!" Grace respectfully bowed, showing her gratitude to Jonathan.
In the moment when she was taken hostage, she believed she was destined to die. Fortunately, in the end, she was saved by the man standing before her.
Jonathan cast an indifferent glance at her, then brushed past her, leaving the banquet hall.
Grace was left standing there, her face filled with astonishment and confusion, still in shock...
After a few seconds, Grace finally snapped out of it. She quickly followed Jonathan, accompanied by her private bodyguards.
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West of the Pacific Ocean, within a mysterious primal jungle, a secret base was stationed!
This was the formidable headquarter of the the Erebus Apostle.
At this moment, the entire the Erebus Apostle was in turmoil!
Six-Winged Angel, one of book's top ace angels! The meticulously trained and highly confidential assassin... had actually fallen?! Fallen on the continent of Harthaus?!!
This was an immensely heavy blow to the the Erebus Apostle!
What shocked the entire the Erebus Apostle even more was the surveillance footage transmitted from thousands of miles away!
In the footage, that familiar and formidable figure appeared before everyone once again!
Death Lord had returned!
Inside the book headquarter's church.
A breathtaking Asian woman stood with her hands behind her back, solemnly observing from the floor-to-ceiling window. Her eyes shimmered with endless murderous intent!
She was the Killer Angle, the supreme and unparalleled existence within book!
After a long silence, the Killer Angle turned around and slowly took out a military-green encrypted cellphone, dialing a number.
"Mobilize the ace team, continue infiltrating Harthaus, and complete the mission left unfinished by Six-Winged Angel."
"Also, issue a red wanted order across the world... Hunt down Death Lord!"
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