Qilangos lost his pursuers with the help of the wind after crossing a man-made lake.

He surveyed his surroundings, intending to create the illusion that he had entered a ditch to escape into the Tussock River before turning to the financial center of Backlund, the Hillston Borough.

At that moment, his field of vision suddenly blurred. He saw the colors around him saturate in the darkness.

The green trees became greener, their red fruits even redder. The dark blackness of the water became darker. Everything appeared to be splashed with pastel paint.

Under the sky where the crimson moon was obscured, there were many indescribable, transparent figures, as well as different lustrous splendors that contained mysterious knowledge.

Qilangos found himself coming to a halt as he floated in midair. Beneath his feet, dark water continually rose towards him. Under the water were pale white palms, reaching out for him.

Not good! Qilangos realized that he had been ambushed.

And the ambusher was definitely not weak!

A giant humanoid skeleton suddenly appeared before him. The monster was four meters tall, and burning in its eye sockets were pitch black flames. The bones on its body were blurry and illusory.

Qilangos gave his enemy an expressionless look as he let out a sneer.

At the same time, the glove on his left hand released a radiant light, appearing as if it was cast out of pure gold.

Qilangos leaned back and spread his arms wide, as though he was trying to hug the sun.

A bolt of pure, burning brilliance descended from the sky, enveloping the giant skeleton. The pastel-like world quaked in response, and the pale hands under the dark water evaporated one by one.

This was the Beyonder powers of the Priest of Light!

It was a Beyonder power from the Sun Sequence pathway!

It was the nemesis of the undead!

The radiant pillar of light dissipated, and the pitch black flames of the giant skeleton instantly extinguished. It then turned transparent as it disintegrated in the air.

Before Qilangos had the time to use the abilities of the Priest of Light to dispel the pastel-like world, his expression abruptly turned rigid.

He saw another giant skeleton appear to his left. It was also four meters tall, its eyes burning with a black flame, identical to the monster from before.

Immediately following that, the same skeletal monster appeared around Qilangos, one after another. One, two, three… there were more than a hundred of them!

More than a hundred pairs of burning black flames cast their gaze onto their target at the same time.

Underneath him, the dark water surface rose higher, almost coming into contact with Qilangos’s feet.

Pale white hands extended outward, flailing them around constantly, as though they were grabbing at a life-saving straw.

“Spread out and pursue him. Try to corner him,” Instructed the Cardinal—Ace Snake. He conjured a typhoon and took to the air, flying toward the direction where Qilangos had fled.

at the windows or balconies to observe. It was also

the undulating shouts, they were unsure of what exactly happened. All they

jaw and ran out of Duke Negan’s mansion, following the path of the municipal garden into the

this opportunity, no matter how

carried to him by the wind,

Cardinal Snake… Alger stopped after just running a few steps forward. He turned to

many storm symbols, floating above the forest and the man-made lake and staring

and sped over to

he made use of his

posture made it evident that he was serious. His exposed white hair

and ran out

the calm pond reflecting the crimson moonlight suddenly appeared in his eyes. On the pond’s

his brown hair was tied in a ponytail. His dark green eyes were cold,

Qilangos!

Rear Admiral Hurricane Qilangos!

He couldn’t believe his eyes. and even suspected that

rot rapidly. It oozed a yellow-green liquid, his flesh peeling off

Pat! Pat! Pat!

Qilangos’s face was a skull, his two vacant eyeballs

clothes draped over his rotting flesh and white bones and blocked the

of the Seven Pirate Admirals, Qilangos, had died mysteriously in front of

shocking scene was etched deeply into Alger’s mind. It

What was happening?

Didn’t Qilangos escape successfully?

so simply, yet so

his life in such a short

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Who did it?

the motive for killing

flooded Alger’s mind, he heard Spellsinger of God, Ace Snake’s, charismatic voice, “Did you give the information to

who knows of

at Qilangos’s remains

the moment I found out about

wasn’t for the fact that Ace Snake had gone for a walk along the Tussock River, forcing me to spend time finding him, Qilangos might not have even escaped Duke Negan’s

continue, “The personnel who received the information directly even sacrificed himself for it, and no one opened the letter during its transfer, I can

source of this information. Since we could learn of it,

formulated some guesses about who killed

assassinate Duke Negan? Since Qilangos had already successfully escaped and there was no threat of any information leaks, there’s no need to kill him… If it were me, I would get Qilangos to lay low and try another assassination

lately in preparation for his bill proposal in September, so there are abundant opportunities. Other than Qilangos himself, there’s no one who can correctly predict

the information the moment she noticed a

Fool… Alger was shocked as he thought of

struck was

Backlund and

more he thought about it, the more Alger felt that this guess was close

and subordinates of the Tarot Club could’ve received the

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