Light Fortress
Chapter 466 - 102: Subordinates Killing Superiors (Subscribe please!)

Chapter 466: Chapter 102: Subordinates Killing Superiors (Subscribe please!)

Above the snow-capped mountains of the Jiangbei Tundra, a silent storm surged.

The dim long night was ignited by "fireworks".

Crimson blood burst forth in a spray.

The communication sounds from within the "silver foil" suddenly disappeared, and the world became incredibly quiet in an instant.

Other than the surging of the snowstorm, there was nothing but the continuous, sharp sounds of three fireworks exploding.

Mr. Zhuo and a trio on another snow mountain raised their heads, followed the sound, and silently gazed at the bright blood-red rising in the storm afar.

Though it was bloody and violent, it had to be admitted... the fireworks were actually quite beautiful.

Very striking.

"Ssh Ssh Ssh..."

After a brief silence.

The fireworks ended.

The linking network of spiritual power transmitted rough footsteps sounds.

By the sounds of it, someone had arrived in front of the "silver foil".

"Mr. Zhuo..."

The expression of the Hypnotist in the green robe became somewhat alarmed.

Just as she was about to say something, a hoarse greeting came from the other side of the silver foil, cutting off her words.

"Hello..."

It was like someone had dialed a phone, asking if there was anyone on the line.

All was silent.

Then another "Hello..."

Still, no one responded.

Mr. Zhuo intently stared at the mountain where the fireworks had burst. The distance between the two mountains wasn’t far, but the blizzard was so heavy that his sight could not clearly make out the specific scenes atop the opposite mountain. Even spreading his spiritual power to its fullest extent only allowed him to see blurry snow shadows.

"Has the Church offended your lordship before?"

Finally, Mr. Zhuo spoke.

Considering the other party’s attack on the base, the removal of the ancient coffin, and the subsequent series of actions... this could not be the work of a warm-hearted "hero of justice." It definitely involved a vendetta against the Late Bell Church, long in the planning.

As he spoke, he silently released his small sword, hid all of its edges, then gently stepped onto the small sword, which was actually not large; standing on it was extremely struggling.

The small sword slowly hovered.

Mr. Zhuo stood on the blade, his body slowly rising in place with the swaying sword.

He looked towards the snowstorm, trying to discern the scene atop the smaller mountain by gaining height.

Calm voices transmitted from the other side of the silver foil, "If you are referring to before... the Church has not offended me."

Mr. Zhuo frowned.

"Perhaps things don’t need to escalate to this extent. What does your lordship desire?" he lowered his voice as he climbed to the highest point. "Hand over the coffin... and we can talk."

The other side chuckled.

"I would like to see the stone stele that was initially unearthed from the tomb."

At that statement.

Mr. Zhuo’s heart skipped a beat... he realized the true severity of the situation.

The incident "discovered" in the Jiangbei Tundra was kept highly confidential by the Church, never leaked externally. Even the Church members sent north were carefully selected to ensure their loyalty before being dispatched from the Southern Continent.

But now... the news had leaked!

This meant there was a mole within the Church!

"You hand over the coffin, and we can discuss the matter of the stele," Mr. Zhuo took a deep breath. He saw the mountaintop, the shaky shadow there, and prepared to maneuver his sword; what he needed to do now was to stabilize the other party.

"Oh... is that so?"

The blizzard was fierce.

Gu Shen stood at the summit, looking up.

His body was covered in fresh blood. The wind swirled through his iron clothes, causing the blood to flow slowly along the engraved folds of his armor and crystallize into bright red ice specks as they fell.

Gu Shen watched the far-off Mr. Zhuo perched high on his small sword and said with a smile, "What if I don’t hand over the coffin?"

"This matter... is not up to you."

Mr. Zhuo squinted his eyes and said expressionlessly, "You can’t escape from the snow mountain."

The next moment!

The small sword burst out a magnificent sword light. This sealed artifact penetrated the storm, ripped apart the night, and like a meteor from the sky, struck from one snow mountain’s summit to another.

A massive spiritual power surged at Mr. Zhuo’s brow.

At the broken tip of the sword, a very narrow "blank realm" formed, shattering the heavy snow into a radiant light, tracing millions of arched beams!

And the next moment.

The crashing Mr. Zhuo on the mountaintop suddenly changed his expression. His spiritual power tightly locked onto the shadow within the blizzard... but when he finally got close, he discovered... this was not the young man he was looking for!

The shadow had its head removed, its feet nailed to the ground with long white spikes, swaying in the strong wind.

At his feet, lay two similar bodies.

And their lost heads...

were precisely the three streams of "fireworks" that had been ignited and launched into the sky earlier!

Mr. Zhuo turned pale.

He recalled the shout cut off in the silver foil link from the Hypnotist... he suddenly turned his head, looking towards the only mountain he hadn’t visited.

Atop the mountain, stood a young man.

Gu Shen nodded at Mr. Zhuo, acknowledging him.

He snapped his fingers.

This was the will of the gods from the "Four Seasons Wilderness" of the new world.

Spirit shattered.

Chi Huo exploded.

"... Boom!"

Behind Gu Shen, within the wind and snow, erupted three bursts of magnificent and scarlet "flames"!

The explosion trembled!

The great robes of the Late Bell Church were shredded by flame, incinerated by high heat, and billowing black smoke expanded and burst open across the sky above the snow mountain—