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Chapter 627: Chapter 339 “The Disciple Deacon Who Will Not Come Again” and “Seventeen Thousand Years Later” (Please Subscribe)_1

Milton Cheney did not say much, just nodded his head.

The next moment, messages spread from him to all over the Peak-Ocean Federation.

A heretical cult named the Apocalypse Cult quietly resurfaced in the world after a millennium.

Milton Cheney excused himself, and the young man in the Black Robe merely nodded indifferently.

In his eyes, Milton Cheney was nothing more than a tool.

His mission was to harvest enough life span, and who held power in this pasture was of little concern to him.

In an office, Milton Cheney pushed the door open and sat in the chair.

His expression was tranquil, and nothing of what had transpired could be discerned from his face.

A thousand years later, Milton Cheney’s identity had wholly changed from what it had been a millennium ago.

He had leapt from being a four-province garrison commander to the president of the Council of the entire Peak-Ocean Federation.

Within the Peak-Ocean Federation, there was none with higher status than him, but this did not mean that it was his one-man show.

Even so, Milton Cheney was unable to contend with this ‘foreign’ Disciple.

The gap was too substantial.

A thousand years was simply not enough time, far too short.

It could be said that some of his plans had just made it onto the agenda, and he dared not make them too obvious, otherwise all would be in vain.

As for this time’s harvest of life span, Milton Cheney had no means and could not prevent it.

foundation of this world was too shallow; just the Disciple alone was

had roughly reached that of

Perceptual Ability had also greatly

Milton Cheney’s perception, the aura contained within the Disciple’s body was

in reality, it was uncertain whether he could contend with

fingers lightly tapped on the office desk as

he outwardly displayed was still that of a Great Grandmaster in Martial Arts, and he could see that

be a chance in the future to

of this world, without question, would be caught in a cycle of repetitious

might not

at

world was

world, or how significant they were, he

Although he was real.

however, was false

Cheney was just a passerby, but to

or bad,

……

passed, and in the blink of an eye, twenty years had

detected as being affected, memory

Council chamber, where only four

seated at the head of the table, ignored the mechanical voice that echoed in his mind at that

of confusion swept across the faces of the other

of confusion was fleeting,

on memories is not that

if I deliberately embedded marks in their subconscious within a thousand years, those marks would similarly be erased

muttered to

erasure was

people, whether their real memories or the faint memories based in their subconscious,