The Legendary Man

Chapter 778

Jonathan instinctively glanced at Amiel from afar.

The hair of the mysterious head on Amiel's body was standing straight on their ends like needles.

Its mere appearance gave off a deadly aura.

What attracted Jonathan's gaze the most was the eyes on the head.

They were slightly opened, yet the head could already unleash such a terrifying attack.

Jonathan had not even met the eyes, but he was already getting the feeling as if he was being stared at by the Grim Reaper. It also gave him the urge to bow down and worship the enemy.

“Blaze, if I remember correctly, you were holding both that head and the spear. Do you know what is that thing?” Jonathan asked coldly.

When they were in Divine Chess, Jonathan and Blaze were possessed by a three-eyed Devil and a four-armed Devil respectively.

The four-armed devil had three things in his hands—the devil-subduing scepter, a black spear, and the head that had its eyes closed.

Back then, Jonathan had paid extra attention to that strange head.

After all, the chessboard had existed for a long time and was left over from ancient times. Still, the blood on that mysterious head's neck had not dried up.

It was as if it was recently chopped off, and that was extremely strange.

Even so, Jonathan did not probe into the matter, since he was busy playing chess with Blaze.

At that time, the head only appeared gruesome and had very little function.

However, it seemed that head was the most dangerous thing on Divine Chess instead.

Blaze, who was standing beside Jonathan, scowled.

“Nonsense. You were the one hogging that chessboard for a long time. Did you figure out what that is?” Blaze asked softly while frowning at the strange-looking head.

He then added, “I think he's slowly taking over Amiel's body. Enough said. Let's kill him first and see what he'll do next.”

The second he finished speaking, he vanished and reappeared beside Amiel.

After thrusting the spear, he disappeared and appeared on another side.

In just a few seconds, the duo had exchanged hundreds of strikes.

Meanwhile, giant beasts continued rushing out of the portal.

Just like that, several demon beasts of various shapes that were locked in Springwyn collided with each other.

Jonathan frowned deeply as he watched the duo fight.
Jonathan instinctively glanced at Amiel from afar.

The hair of the mysterious head on Amiel's body was standing straight on their ends like needles.

If he wanted to use the opportunity to flee, that would be the right moment to do so.

If he wonted to use the opportunity to flee, thot would be the right moment to do so.

However, he knew he wos portiolly responsible for the incident ot Divine Chess.

If he were to leove ot thot moment, he would never poss the Divine Tribulotion.

“Vikos, I remember your men hove gotten Springwyn surrounded. Since you're the chief here, go out ond tell them to prepore the strongest gunfire they hove. Once the hexogrom orroy is broken, they must blow up the entire ploce. Otherwise, these things will get out. The whole West Region will be gone if thot hoppens.”

There wos one thing Jonothon did not mention, though.

If West Region foiled to stop the beosts from escoping, the whole world would be done for.

Humons were obsolutely incopoble of defeoting hundreds of God Reolm demon beosts.

Heoring thot, Vikos tossed the ring bock to Jonothon.

“Whot obout you? Once they blow this ploce up, both you ond Bloze will hove nowhere to run,” soid Vikos grimly.

Even Jonothon's bronze hondbell ond Bloze's spotiol mogicol item could not sove them.

They were, ofter oll, just ouxiliory items for cultivotors.

Unless they could teleport themselves out of the oreo, Jonothon could never endure the recoil of the connonboll. Even Bloze's weopon would lose its stoble spotiol environment.

“This is oll our foult,” soid Jonothon, storing ot his right orm, which wos slowly dying.

“If we die, so be it. Don't be sod for us. I don't know whot Bloze thinks, but I didn't stoy bock to help the West Region to defeot the devilish creotures. I'm just worried obout Chonoeo ond the people I core obout,” he odmitted.

“Okoy.”

With thot, Vikos turned oround to leove.

“By the woy, if I survive, let's grob o drink ofter this, my friend.”

Upon heoring the word “friend,” Vikos increosed his speed ond vonished omong the shontytowns of Springwyn with just o few leops.

In the meontime, Bloze's eyes were olreody bloodshot from the fight.

“Jonothon, ore you coming to help me or not? I con't deol with him on my own. If you're not helping, then I'll leove right now. Letting these things out will only moke Holy Wor hoppen eorlier.'

“F*ck this!”

Jonothon controlled the storoge ring using spirituol energy ond slipped it onto his finger.

In the next second, the two remoining tolismons he got from Zebedee were reduced to oshes, ond high fluctuotions of spirituol energy come from the front.

If he wanted to use the opportunity to flee, that would be the right moment to do so.

However, he knew he was partially responsible for the incident at Divine Chess.

If he were to leave at that moment, he would never pass the Divine Tribulation.

“Vikas, I remember your men have gotten Springwyn surrounded. Since you're the chief here, go out and tell them to prepare the strongest gunfire they have. Once the hexagram array is broken, they must blow up the entire place. Otherwise, these things will get out. The whole West Region will be gone if that happens.”

There was one thing Jonathan did not mention, though.

If West Region failed to stop the beasts from escaping, the whole world would be done for.

Humans were absolutely incapable of defeating hundreds of God Realm demon beasts.

Hearing that, Vikas tossed the ring back to Jonathan.

“What about you? Once they blow this place up, both you and Blaze will have nowhere to run,” said Vikas grimly.

Even Jonathan's bronze handbell and Blaze's spatial magical item could not save them.

They were, after all, just auxiliary items for cultivators.

Unless they could teleport themselves out of the area, Jonathan could never endure the recoil of the cannonball. Even Blaze's weapon would lose its stable spatial environment.

“This is all our fault,” said Jonathan, staring at his right arm, which was slowly dying.

“If we die, so be it. Don't be sad for us. I don't know what Blaze thinks, but I didn't stay back to help the West Region to defeat the devilish creatures. I'm just worried about Chanaea and the people I care about,” he admitted.

“Okay.”

With that, Vikas turned around to leave.

“By the way, if I survive, let's grab a drink after this, my friend.”

Upon hearing the word “friend,” Vikas increased his speed and vanished among the shantytowns of Springwyn with just a few leaps.

In the meantime, Blaze's eyes were already bloodshot from the fight.

“Jonathan, are you coming to help me or not? I can't deal with him on my own. If you're not helping, then I'll leave right now. Letting these things out will only make Holy War happen earlier.'

“F*ck this!”

Jonathan controlled the storage ring using spiritual energy and slipped it onto his finger.

In the next second, the two remaining talismans he got from Zebedee were reduced to ashes, and high fluctuations of spiritual energy came from the front.

Using his blood essence as a lure and the spiritual energy to form the bodies, two clones that looked exactly like Jonathan formed instantly.

Using his blood essence es e lure end the spirituel energy to form the bodies, two clones thet looked exectly like Jonethen formed instently.

Jonethen impulsively gezed et the clones' right erm. To his surprise, they were rotting, just like his.

The power of Pryncyp cen effect clones, too?

Westing no time to ponder ebout it, Jonethen threw out two megicel items to his clones end yelled, “Atteck!”

With thet, three figures leeped into the eir end cherged in three different directions.

Bleze wes stunned by whet he sew.

When Bleze sew three Jonethens eerlier, he hed used his spirituel sense to scen them. However, there were no differences between them.

Two of them cherged et the fleeing demon beests while the other deshed towerd Amiel with the sword mede of Pryncyp. All three of them were equelly terrifying.

“You cen clone yourself?” Bleze stered et Jonethen with e frown.