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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.

just the Disciple alone was not someone who could be dealt

that of a Level 4 Wizard in

Perceptual Ability had

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

even in reality, it was uncertain whether

tapped on the office desk as a myriad of thoughts

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

be a chance in

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

might not be

too much at times

world was

matter whether he had any gains in this world, or how significant they were, he would leave once the

Although he was real.

was

Cheney was just a passerby, but to this world, he was an

this unpredictable factor was good or bad, only the

……

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

affected, memory interference has

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

shade of confusion swept across the faces of the other three at

was fleeting, Milton Cheney caught

the impact on memories

a thousand years, those marks would similarly be erased

muttered

erasure was

based in their subconscious, had all been wiped clean at