The Legendary Man

“D*mn, is it possible that the old man actually intends to eliminate his own people?” Hayden muttered with uncertainty.

The atmosphere in the small garden at this moment could be described as extremely eerie.

The death soldiers from the North Outer City governor’s residence were surprisingly singled out as well, targeted one after another as if they had become the primary focus of the Black Armor Legion.

Kathleen, on high alert, regarded Hayden, who lay on the ground like a limp pile of mud, and inquired, “Can your venomous insects still exert control over others?”

At this moment, Hayden’s spiritual energy and vitality had not yet recovered, making it impossible for him to muster even a shred of fighting strength. He was so weak that he couldn’t even stand steadily.

If it weren’t for Jonathan risking his life to pull Stellario out of Insect Sea, the latter would probably have been chopped into pieces by now.

Although these individuals each belonged to different factions and didn’t particularly care for one another, they couldn’t afford to play any tricks when faced with a common threat.

“I possess parasites capable of controlling corpses. You’ve all witnessed them on the Ascension Peak’s square platform. However, the insects I’m releasing presently are not that type of parasite; they are highly toxic creatures. I believe Celestus is merely concocting an excuse. It’s evidently another trap.”

No sooner had Stellario’s words left his lips than sharp noises began to rend the air.

Joshua brandished the Formation Crusher in his hand, casting it out in all directions. Several formations and restraining barriers took shape, providing protection for everyone within.

Someone roared angrily at Celestus, “Celestus! Are you planning to rebel?”

At this moment, Celestus appeared utterly nonchalant.

“Rebel? Rebel against who? Are you talking about Governor Carmichael, who’s dead? Since you are so loyal, I will grant your wish of following him in hell.”

As he spoke, Celestus raised his right hand high and swung it forcefully forward.

The Black Armor soldiers put down their longbows and drew their swords, charging into the small garden. They began to indiscriminately slaughter every death soldier within the garden.

Amid the initial onslaught of arrows, the individuals left within the garden, except for Jonathan and a handful of other outsiders, were the death soldiers. Caught by surprise, they had sustained substantial casualties.

been meticulously chosen by Roy as elites, found

City, a ceaseless

could be considered safe were Jonathan and his companions

be aware of the abilities of the few individuals, so they

the garden’s size was limited. Even moving at a deliberate pace, someone had already closed in

a basketball-sized hole in the chest of a Black

was

erupted

loudly at Jonathan, “Jonathan,

plate that hadn’t had the chance to be activated was seized by

formation in the small garden against the enemy, although it wouldn’t allow them to escape, it could at least buy them

moment, Jonathan’s face was

plate, along with Celestus’s severed hand that was

ornament; there’s absolutely no formation engraved upon it. Celestus never had any intention of rescuing Roy from the outset! If my assumption is accurate, Neil was able to orchestrate this trap because his informant within North Outer City

was crafty

Jonathan didn’t delve into extensive explanations, these few speculations sufficed for everyone to grasp

a substantial private army, indicating his clear

between him and Joshua

obtain the formation markings of this small world. Indeed, from

had placed Joshua in an

or was there another motive at

if Neil wanted to revolt, the best

were to erupt in North Outer City, it would perfectly serve Neil’s purpose. The best

persuading them to transmit secret messages to his family, there undoubtedly

the outlanders together with such a method, and then execute them

words were carefully crafted, blending truth and falsehood seamlessly, rendering it nearly impossible

truly found themselves in a

Amidst the tumultuous surges of his spiritual power,