Chapter 165: A Prison’s First-Class Protected Animal

Chapter 165: A Prison’s First-Class Protected Animal

Turning the tables!

Since Ashe couldnt avoid the four relentless Bone Dragons, he decided not to hide anymore, even thinking of using them to his advantage.

As Ashe rightly said, although the recent foreign invasion was indeed the best chance to escape in a while, he wasnt overly anxious. After all, the Virtual Realm had already assured his safety.

It was like a professor guaranteeing youll pass before an exam. You wouldnt hand in a blank paper, but youd comfortably skip questions you dont know because, even if you do poorly, the professor would adjust your coursework grades to ensure you pass.

However, for Igor and others, Ashes status had leaped from a one-time taunting minion to a prisons first-class protected animal. After all, sticking close to Ashe meant a smooth escape from the Blood Moon. They were too busy protecting him to consider using him as disposable bait.

Yet

You dont actually believe that everything mentioned in the Fate Quiz will happen, do you? Langna calmly stated, The only absolute in the Fate Sect is that nothing is absolute.

Ronat shrugged, Plus, you cant prove youve actually encountered the Fate Quiz. Even if you, Ashe, are willing to stake your reputation, the Cult Leader isnt exactly known for his integrity, is he?

Harvey nodded along, Even if the Fate Quiz is real and you do escape the Blood Moon, that doesnt necessarily mean you need to be alive. I could just as well take your dead body away from the Blood Moon.

Igor delivered the final blow, Compared to taking a whole living person with us, wouldnt it be more efficient to kill you, pack you into four boxes, and carry you as a talisman?

Damn, they make a good point!

Ashe, failing in his attempt to impress, hung his head low. Unseen by him, the four exchanged quick glances, silently reaching a consensus.

Huh?

Suddenly, the tent flap was lifted, and a tall beastman sniper walked in.

He was unmasked, with one mechanical eye. Both shoulders, hands, knees, and waist were fitted with sniper gear, a sorcerers armament that abandoned real bullets, requiring a spirit to shoot.

Gun Sect Eight Sniper Style!

Igor and the others instantly recognized the beastmans path of development. This was a fusion of the robust physiques of beastmen and ogres with sniper tactics. Equipped with multiple heavy sorcerer sniper rifles, he used spirits for aiming and shooting, dispersing the recoil throughout his body via spirits, making him incredibly formidable in direct combat. A true assailant and blade on the battlefield. Sorcerers below the rank of Three Wings had virtually no defensive miracle that could withstand the Eight Snipers targeted shooting.

The beastman sniper was also surprised to find the tent full. He quickly assessed the strength of the occupants: the duo on the right bench, untouchable;

The middle bench emitted a gray, deathly aura under his Tactical Eye Model 7, best not to provoke;

The left bench, though also seating two, featured one tall and confident, while the other seemed inconspicuous, head hung low as if constipated.This chapter is updated by nov(e)(l)biin.com

Ha-ha-ha, I knew it, Igor, you believed me. Youd rather choose a certain future where you stay by my side and protect me than face the vastly dangerous unknown future!

Did you forget that as soon as we cross the passage, youre useless? I could order you to wait in place for 48 hours and then return to Blood Moon.

Ashe paused, sitting down obediently like a good child. Sorry, I was too arrogant.

Igor, annoyed, adjusted his hair and put on his hood again. He looked at the Cult Leader, who was leisurely borrowing a nail clipper from Langna, so irritated he almost wished Ashe would hang himself with his own intestines.

And whats going on? Now even a foolish man with the social skills of a toddler from a Foster Home can easily see through his thoughts? Am I, Igor, not cunning enough, or is Ashe too absurd?

How many times had he been outsmarted by Ashe?

The fourth time, the fifth?

Igor felt Ashe was his nemesis, making a decision against his Trickster principles: This guy must not be spared. The day we leave Blood Moon will be the day Ashe is buried!

Several more people tried to enter the fifth tent during this time, but they were all driven away. Soon, the sound of Goblins could be heard outside: Team formation time is over, random teams can come out now.

Ashes group of five exited the tent and looked up to see three people standing on a high platform.

Good, all random teams are full. The Goblin nodded in satisfaction. Now for the blessing ceremony. To my left is the assistant priest Kiera sent by the church. Her priest team will bestow the Blood Moon Blessing on everyone.

The assistant priest Kiera, in a gold-trimmed white robe, was tall but had a cute appearance. Her chubby cheeks and baby fat made one want to pinch them. She shyly nodded to the adventurers, her large grey wolfs tail wagging behind her.

And standing to my right, this hunter, whom Im sure everyone recognizes, is none other than the enforcement squad leader of the Heresy Court, Gerard Westminster

Ashe and his four companions instinctively retreated back into their tent.

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