Lord of the Divine Show

Mojito Mansion.

"Lord O'Neill?"

Zhong Shenxiu touched the head of Mermond, who returned, and recalled the information obtained from the other party's tracking.

This lord was originally a big businessman, and was said to be a descendant of a nobleman, but he fell into decline.

However, the other party is a living legend of the kingdom, who has earned huge wealth through several venture investments.

Finally, after donating a large sum of gold pounds to the royal family, the church, and the Parliament of Nobles, he was declared to have noble blood and was canonized as a lord.

'It sounds like the lucky guy in the inspirational story, but no one is lucky for no reason... Is this his secret? ’

Zhong Shenxiu thought for a moment and ordered: "Continue to monitor him. He is only a fourth-ranked extraordinary person and cannot detect your existence. But be careful, there must be a high-ranking person behind him!"

"Wow...with the protection of my master and my own specialness, extraordinary people below the level of demigods will never be able to discover me."

Mermund gave a flattering cry and disappeared into the void.

…

Half a month later.

Carleston, suburb.

Blake was wearing a black and red school uniform and was participating in an escort mission ordered by his superiors.

This escort mission was very special. As a senior officer, he was directly informed that what he was to escort was a very dangerous cursed object.

Its negative effects... are very powerful!

'The people above must have heads on their butts to allow my third battalion to participate in such a mission...'

Although he is also an Extraordinary and a third-ranked [Swordsman], and the third battalion is an elite security force, every soldier is well-trained and equipped with the latest flintlock muskets equipped with bayonets, but Black still It feels very dangerous.

After all, he knew that a regiment like his could be very powerful against ordinary people on the battlefield.

But against those truly strong men in the mysterious world, they are as fragile as scarecrows.

Maybe if a strong wind blows, they will fall in pieces.

'The only thing we can hope for is that the extraordinary beings sent by the church and the royal family to escort are strong enough...'

Thinking of this, he took the white horse under his seat and came to the center of the team, where he saw the huge carriage under layers of protection.

Although it was sealed to a certain extent, it was feared that the seal would break and cause heavy casualties to ordinary people, so this cursed object was not transported through public transportation facilities such as steam trains, but instead chose the more primitive method of carrying animals.

Eight war horses pulled a huge carriage, with curtains hanging from all sides.

Through the black curtain that was gently blown by the breeze, Blake could see a dark, huge, seemingly made of black metal... a coffin?

There are a large number of chains wrapped around its surface, like seals.

Even so, every once in a while, violent struggles would be heard from the coffin, as if there was some living creature hidden inside, or rather...a beast!

This has to be managed by the extraordinary people from the royal family and the church, in order to be able to calm down.

"Boss!"

A soldier saw Blake and ran over to salute.

"How is it going?"

Black casually gave a military salute and asked.

"That ghost made another noise half an hour ago, and it took three minutes to calm down..." The soldier curled his lips: "We are very worried..."

After all, even ordinary people know the horror of cursed objects!

"In another hour, we will arrive at the royal capital... At that time, I will give each of you three days of leave... so that you can enjoy Carleston's wine and women's style..."

Blake gave a vulgar smile and promised.

At this moment, there seemed to be a strong wind sound in his ears.

"windy!"

Blake thought casually and felt the strong wind blowing by.

The strong wind blew up the corners of his clothes, mixed with pieces of fallen leaves.

The withered yellow leaves seemed to have a dark and sharp color at this time, giving people a very dangerous feeling.

The wind continued.

Fallen leaves were flying, suddenly mixed with large blood flowers.

"The enemy...attacks!"

Blake saw that the soldiers in front of him had their arms and shoulders cut off by pieces of fallen leaves. Large pieces of flesh and blood, scraps of clothing and bright red flesh were flying everywhere, revealing pale bones, and his pupils suddenly dilated.

He drew the sword from his waist and let out a roar.

A layer of intense light erupted from the Western-style stabbing sword, protecting his entire body.

But after all, there are only a few extraordinary people as powerful as him.

Those soldiers were able to withstand artillery fire without fear, lining up to kill enemy troops, criminals, and low-level extraordinary beings... but they were unable to resist natural disasters!

A large number of human bodies were dismembered and fell, and the blood quickly stained the land red.

"Damn it, where are the extraordinary ones in the church?"

Black roared angrily and saw that those powerful extraordinary people did not go looking for the enemy, but just guarded the side of the carriage.

It was as if the goods being escorted this time were more important than the soldiers.

Although he knew that this was true, a fire suddenly rose in his heart.

"[Wind Whisperer]..."

A church ascetic wearing linen clothes opened his cloudy eyes and looked at a maple forest in front of him.

Under the shade of the trees, Lord O'Neill put on a disguise, opened his hands like a man embracing a hurricane, and suddenly bowed: "Teacher..."

His teacher was the one who helped him in time when he was in trouble. He was also a powerful Extraordinary from the Xiting Empire, the fifth-ranked [Son of the Wind]!

Around the carriage, the invisible portal was opened, and more than a dozen wind elves, whose upper bodies were humans and whose lower bodies were whirlwinds, emerged and pounced on the extraordinary people.

Immediately, a suspended figure hidden under the cloak quietly emerged, stirring the wind and clouds with his hands like strumming the strings of a harp.

Whoops!

A powerful tornado formed and swept the huge carriage.

The war horse screamed and ran away, the steel coffin on it hit the ground heavily, and the chains were cut open by the wind blade.

"He...he wants to open the seal of the cursed object and interfere with us."

The extraordinary person from the royal family waved his hand, and the environment around him became illusory, and ancient undead walked out of it.

The fifth rank of [Herder] is called [Apostle], which can borrow the power of the spiritual world more deeply, and even form an army of the undead of his own!

Countless undead stretched out their pale palms, trying to catch the [Son of the Wind], but it was already too late.

A bolt of lightning struck down, and the huge metal coffin was torn apart, revealing a shriveled and thin body, but... there was no shroud!

The mummy suddenly opened its eyes, its amber pupils staring intently at [Child of the Wind]!

The opponent's suspended body suddenly became stiff, and even his thoughts seemed to be injected with a large amount of paste...

"No...shroud...it's...a trap..."

At this moment, he saw the stream of light speeding from the direction of the city, and the old man wearing gorgeous robes inside. His face couldn't help but be full of despair: "It's just...a mere...curse." Why...why...would alarm this being?"

The visitor is the Archbishop of the Ten Thousand Gates, the ‘One Near God’, Clado Tissamo!

"A [Child of the Wind] from the Xiting Empire?"

Crado waved his hand gently, and several ascetics on the ground quickly bowed and saluted, and then rushed towards the maple leaf forest where O'Neill was hiding.

He looked at [Wind Son] with clear eyes, and asked in a hoarse voice: "Tell me...the main messenger who assassinated Senator Bonk that day!"

"How do I know?" [Wind Son] was filled with astonishment. He was only here to rob a cursed object, and he had never assassinated a congressman at all!