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Chapter 1183: Chapter 1183: Painted Face
"Mad Dragon, Grand Master!"
Devlin revealed the face beneath his mask.
However, it was a face painted with an opera mask design!
One could not discern any real facial features!
He bellowed, "Whether I have betrayed you or not, time will prove everything! Once your memory recovers, the truth will surely come to light!"
With that, he abruptly threw himself to the ground!
"Get down!"
At the command,
Cyber members quickly prostrated themselves!
Boom!
The next second,
a dart pierced straight through the iron gate, heading straight for its target!
Clang!
Julius Reed’s Longsword in hand collided with the flying dart in mid-air!
He was forcefully thrown back!
But the sheer force of the impact caught him off-guard!
"Grand Master, we shall meet again next time!"
Seizing the gap, Devlin leaped to his feet and sprinted away!
In the air, a rope appeared from nowhere.
Devlin leaped and grabbed onto the rope with one hand.
Behind him, Cyber members were also swiftly on his heels.
On the contrary, the people from Seven Clouds Academy were left reeling from the sudden turn of events, nearly splitting headaches!
Julius’s gold sword in his hand danced fiercely, leveraging force to alter its trajectory directly!
Boom!
Finally, he broke through the roof of the hall, transforming into a firework in the sky.
"Devlin?"
Julius chuckled lightly, stepping out of the hall with a silver needle in his hand, which shot out like a cold gleam!
It struck Devlin precisely.
Within mere seconds, the plane that hung from the rope had vanished without a trace.
"That traitor!"
Templeton Lena staggered out, shivering with fury.
"Mad Dragon, you should have killed him!"
"I let him go on purpose," Julius put away his Big Zhou Lan Ye sword and said indifferently, "Otherwise, in such a short distance, I could have totally slain him before he even hit the ground."
"Then why..."
Templeton was thoroughly puzzled, "Why let him go? That kid has caused us so much trouble. His being alive is a huge threat to us!"
He feared not the strong but those who worked insidiously from the shadows.
As long as Devlin lived, Templeton could not rest easy.
"Devlin is a sword, if wielded well, can sweep through armies; if not, it can only lead to self-destruction," Julius said calmly, hands clasped behind his back, looking in the direction where Devlin disappeared, "And I, am the greatest Swordsman under the heavens—without equal. The poison on the silver needle that hit him can only be cured by two people in this world."
"Who are they?" Templeton asked.
"Me, and Elaenor Wood," Julius stretched lazily, gazing at the iron gate of the hall damaged by the missile, "Guess whom will Devlin seek?"
"Seek you?"
Templeton was somewhat skeptical.
"Impossible, he will definitely go to Elaenor Wood. Everything Devlin is doing now is the path to my recovering my memory. Why should I do it myself if someone can do it for me? And with Devlin alive, he still serves as a restraint to both Thunderpeak Hall and The North Sea."
Julius patted Templeton on the shoulder, smiling, "Killing can solve problems, but it’s not the best solution. Learn to use your brain—it’s more useful than muscles."
Having said that, he turned around and returned to the hall.
This trip, though the main intention was to find the so-called fake Divine Dragon Tripod, to catch Devlin, and to kill those enemies in the martial world,
there were now some unexpected gains.
The master of Shadow Gate was absent, which no one had anticipated.
Including Julius.
Under the heavens, no place was more suitable for defense than the Shadow Gate headquarters that had been operated for four years.
Countless eyes were watching Shadow Gate!
They were all watching the Divine Dragon Tripod!
At such times, once they leave the headquarters, the people of Shadow Gate become moving targets.
Including the master of Shadow Gate.
Even strong trackers in the martial world would not let him off easily influenced by the temptation of the Divine Dragon Tripod; even if he handed over the treasure, he couldn’t escape death.
But where could he be?
Julius’s attention was all on that letter.
Pendleton has an Alliance Hierarch?
And this Alliance Hierarch seems very domineering...
To make the master of Shadow Gate and Micah Will submit, there must be some capability.
Otherwise, it wouldn’t have existed for nearly a thousand years.
"Andrew... who are you..."
Julius gazed at the name on the letter and the mythical Qi Lin drawn on the yellow paper.
He fell into deep thought...
Meanwhile,
Two hundred kilometers away from the Shadow Gate headquarters, in an abandoned camp.
Devlin stood at the entrance of the gate, his face somewhat pale.
"Good thing I arranged a plane in advance, otherwise today would have really been the end."
He stretched his limbs, only to feel intense pain all over his body.
For the first time, Devlin was without his face mask.
But his face was like an opera mask, all painted and colorful.
His real face was completely obscure.
"Has the person been captured?"
Devlin felt something was off but did not notice the silver needle on his body, mistakenly assuming it was the tremor from the door being breached, and he didn’t pay much attention to it.
He walked toward the barracks, simultaneously addressing the person next to him.
Cyber members were widely dispersed.
The first batch tasked with capturing Shadow Gate’s core members had returned.
A total of eighteen people carrying the Divine Dragon Tripods had been controlled by Cyber members and Shadow Gate turncoats and transported here.
"They are all imprisoned together, the eighteen Divine Dragon Tripods are all on this person. Originally there were about ten, when you went to the Shadow Gate headquarters, we gained more," a Cyber member responded.
They were dressed in black robes, with high-tech digital goggles over their eyes, all wielding steel knives.
Adding a touch of deadly air to the night!
The moon, shone high above.
Devlin took a fresh black face mask and put it on his head, feeling much more comfortable.
"Mad Dragon, for this matter, I have to settle the score with you properly," he cursed with a laugh and strode into the barracks.
Inside the barracks, eighteen people were squatting.
These people had different skin colors, including Easterners and Westerners.
For an international organization like Shadow Gate, it was inevitable to have people from various countries join.
"Let’s take a look at these old friends."
Devlin stood in front of the eighteen core members of Shadow Gate squatting on the ground, and he couldn’t help saying, "Tsk, tsk, tsk, you were once so glorious! And now, you’re like dogs."
He squatted down, facing the man at the very edge, "Starting with you, choose your own fate."
Snap!
As he spoke, Devlin slapped a box of hidden weapons onto the ground.
The man before him trembled violently.
"Now, take out the Divine Dragon Tripods you each have and place them in front of you. I’ll ask a question, you give an answer."
As soon as Devlin’s words fell, eighteen people frantically pulled out identical Divine Dragon Tripods from their bosoms and laid them on the ground.
