Chapter 361 - 143: Tearing the Silver Moon Leader’s Clothes with a Single Grab 2

Chapter 143: Tearing the Silver Moon Leader’s Clothes with a Single Grab 2

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Enlightenment also popped up: “You have exempted the invasion of the ‘King’s Fall’ spirit technique.”

Luckily, the relic left by Reuel Bible was high-end enough to exempt another very strong spirit technique.

But Leonard Churchill knew, this had revealed him.

Considering the sect leader herself had appeared, opting for such an attempt on him, it could only be an exploratory move.

His expression remained calm.

But to onlookers, it appeared more like a forced display.

The veiled woman seemed to have anticipated this, chuckling coldly.

The moment the technique was deployed, she dropped her act, murmuring: “Tsk tsk, so... you indeed can resist. But ‘King’s Fall’ is not an ordinary Pleasure Secret Art, it’s quite enjoyable once you’re affected. It’s not the state you’re in now...”

“You...!”

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill’s face changed dramatically.

He enacted his shock from the reveal exquisitely.

His pupils dilated, cold sweat on his back, his micro-expressions flawless.

Without any hesitation, he grabbed a serving plate and shattered the expensive crystal chandelier.

The room immediately plunged into darkness.

Simultaneously, his muscles bulged, instantly transforming into a huge werewolf, ready to escape.

But it was too late.

The Baron Ramon behind him chuckled coldly, also transformed.

A split appeared on the skin of his nape, shedding his human skin, and a large spider crawled out.

Then a sip of web spewed out, sealing the window that the werewolf planned to leap through.

This wasn’t a move to fight, but to keep him from running.

It fulfilled Leonard Churchill’s intentions precisely.

Because... that was his gamble!

He was certain that even if his identity was exposed, the people of the Silver Moon Sect would not choose to kill him immediately.

‘Praise to the great Lord Arachne of pleasure and dreams...’

Leonard Churchill listened and murmured along.

If he didn’t react even after the others had begun their rituals, it would be suspicious.

But while reciting the hymn, his heart was trying to suppress the chaos: “Hey, hey, hey, don’t do anything crazy now.”

Walking on the edge of this sharp blade was exhilarating, the irrational thoughts within him were ready to burst forth.

Leonard Churchill was in his clutches now.

The giant spider had disappeared without a trace.

Only Leonard Churchill and the Silver Moon Leader remained in the room.

The atmosphere no longer held the tension from before.

He stood there, looking at the Silver Moon Leader in front of him, his mouth twisting into a smirk.

The essence of faith pollution was the corruption of deity faith, not the corruption of the individual’s worldview.

Leonard Churchill remained himself.

In theory, however, there will be some additional faith acknowledgement.

He would consider the Old God to be supreme, an existence more important than his own life.

The relationship between believers is more like colleagues.

They are loyal to the god, not mental slaves to any individual.

The Silver Moon Leader looked at Leonard Churchill, not completely letting down her guard and said indifferently, “Alright. Remove the equipment and clothes you brought.”

“Oh?”

Upon hearing this, Leonard Churchill looked at her sideways, a cryptic smile on his lips.

The Silver Moon Leader also looked at him coldly, looking as if she would act immediately if something seemed slightly off.

Leonard Churchill understood what she meant.

Faith pollution isn’t completely unavoidable, ancient card masters had specifically developed some treasures to counteract faith pollution.

The X Bureau had many.

Take off your clothes, to prevent anything special on his body.

Leonard Churchill raised an eyebrow, disregarding everything else.