Chapter 734: The Strange Figure

Chapter 734: The Strange Figure

Chapter 734: The Strange Figure

Abaddon threatened fiercely. He had immediately sighted Zeras looking around in shock during the war and had immediately picked him out to be weak.

Just as predicted, he had been able to easily dominate him, sending him flying into the deepest part of a world, no doubt already dead.

But who would have thought his prey would have survived and come back for his head? And successfully, he now had it within his grasp.

The only thing left he could do to ensure his life was to threaten him with his powerful background, but that seemed to have no use as he felt a knife stabbed through his head, sticking out of his forehead.

Quickly, his vision faded away into black as his entire head became nothing but dark dust that faded away into thin air.

Slowly, Zeras turned his gaze to his front where a figure cloaked in a pitch-black robe could be seen slowly keeping his dagger into his pocket.

Then his hands moved, taking off his hoodie and revealing his face.

It was a young man of seemingly around 24, dark-eyed, with light brown skin and seemingly gelled hair.

From his body, Zeras sensed a thick death aura and quickly he could judge the figure to be an assassin.

But he doesn’t seem to be an enemy as he gave the last strike to Abaddon and kept his dagger instead of continuing to attack Zeras.

“War General Thanos has requested for everyone to go straight for the grand line. It’s where the final war will be taking place. Come with me,” the figure said to him, and in the next instant, he wore back his hoodie before becoming a shadow that disappeared into the distance.

‘I don’t know what this test is about, but it’s probably better if I follow after him. Maybe I’ll understand things better like that,’ Zeras mused to himself and in the next instant, he also became a light beam that rapidly flowed after the dark figure.

Even though small, his aura was something Zeras couldn’t lay a finger on, and it was more than sure that the figure would probably be able to reduce him to a pulp.

“I have spread the news far and wide, my lord,” the shadowed man called out as he stopped in the air before slowly bowing on one knee, bending his head to the figure that remained seated on the throne.

A figure that made Zera’s eyes flashed.

He was an handsome figure that Zeras had never seen, possessing extra-long silvery hair that sprayed down her body, white skinned, and with a crown on his head.

But what captivated Zeras most was his eyes. Those eyes, he could never forget them.

They were pitch black rotating endlessly. They were the exact same eyes he possessed when he was a Chaos Devourer. Zeras couldn’t doubt it.

“And who is he?” the figure asked the shadowy young man whose eyes stared at Zeras, his eyes narrowing a little as he stared at Zeras.

“He’s one of the messengers, your highness...”

“Hmm,” a slight hmm escaped her lips, giving Zeras a look devoid of any semblance of emotion before he turned back to the war before him.

And Zeras, who continued staring, was roughly brought out of it when the shadowy young man grabbed his shoulder and pulled him away from where he stood as they both returned to their rightful areas, along with a couple of others.

“The war will begin soon. Stay focused!” Xero’s voice rang out in Zeras’ ears as he finally shook off the strange feeling in his heart and began his analysis.

One thing he was quick to realize was that...

They were outmatched...