The great rescue in the face of despair is always something that brings tears to one’s eyes, making the entire city boil with excitement once more, with countless people’s eyes gleaming with passion and hope!
"Leave the rest to me!"
The boy’s cool and clear voice resonated in the ears of everyone in Glostit.
Witnessing the affectionate scene between the two, even Hillena was moved, though with a tinge of curiosity—when did these two become intertwined, and in such an unusual way?
"Who would have thought, who would have thought, that it was you!"
On the screen of the Sky Curtain, Kushustan roared with laughter upon seeing Lynn’s appearance.
"What’s going on, Lynn and Kushustan also have a connection."
Hillena’s curiosity about Lynn only grew stronger, along with her increasing desire to win him over.
The next moment, Lynn slowly walked up to the King of Cruelty, looking up at him.
Facing the King of Cruelty, whose size and power far exceeded his own, Lynn’s calmness and composure alone commanded immense admiration from those watching the scene.
Astoundingly, Lynn even dared to tease and mock the King of Cruelty, which only heightened people’s excitement.
Next, people saw Lynn take out a seemingly ordinary card and infuse it with Extraordinary Power.
In an instant, the card transformed into a brilliant white light, enveloping Lynn.
Like an elaborate magic show, Lynn transformed into a completely different appearance in the blink of an eye.
The boy, clad in a pitch-black suit, paired with exquisite shoes, a cane, white gloves, and a high-top hat, appeared like a magician enveloped in a dreamlike splendor.
Under Kushustan’s gaze, the boy elegantly removed his hat, placing it on his chest in a gesture of courtesy towards the crowd.
Witnessing this scene, countless people’s hearts surged with unspeakable excitement and passion.
In their eyes, at this moment, Lynn was undoubtedly a savior-like presence.
"Just a dress-up game, I thought you had a more powerful backup."
His words struck like a heavy blow on the hearts of everyone who had any expectations for Lynn.
Indeed, Lynn’s methods could be described as dazzlingly fantastic, or simply put, stylish.
But what use is style?
How could a mere Second Rank possibly defeat this indescribable powerful monster?
At this moment, despair enveloped the crowd once more.
Kushustan spat out a crimson torrent, enough to kill a Fifth Rank Legend.
He was confident that this strike landed squarely on Lynn, yet when the dust settled, Lynn remained unharmed.
People were astonished, some even closed their eyes, unwilling to witness Lynn’s impending demise, but the outcome was surprisingly joyful.
The hope that was once annihilated reignited.
"No, look, there’s a Transcendent from the Heavenly Principle Church dead on the scene."
"I saw it too; he inexplicably turned into fine dust and dispersed in the air."
"What exactly happened?"
This was not only the sentiment of those watching the Sky Curtain but also left even someone as powerful as Kushustan puzzled.
At this, Lynn smiled slightly: "If death is a form of fate, then what I just did was graft my own ’death’ onto that guy."
"Of course, every person’s fate has a different weight; grafting fate can only occur between beings of the same level."
Lynn explained, and his method was indeed miraculous, unheard of by common folk, and even Hillena was hearing it for the first time.
Kushustan, however, seemed unbothered; he directly exposed Lynn, stating that for a Second Rank to grasp at Divine authority was audacious yet surviving was testament to his strong will.
As these words fell, people looked closely at Lynn and were shocked to see his once flawless skin fracturing like porcelain, with cracks appearing all over.
This scene caused Morris and Gleia Eleanor to feel indescribable heartache, with tears unwillingly pooling in their eyes.
Even Hillena remained in speechless silence.
Almost everyone knew that the miraculous feat Lynn displayed came at the cost of his life.
"Ahem, you’re right."
In the scene, Lynn was calmer than anyone had expected, "So, I’ll keep it short."
"Kushustan, could I ask you to leave the stage for a while?"
What Lynn said next was all the more astounding to everyone.
Lynn was actually negotiating with a demon; it sounded extremely absurd, yet it was really happening.
Although the negotiation ended unsurprisingly in failure, people’s admiration for Lynn rose by another level.
Without a doubt, his courage alone was remarkably precious.
Just when people wondered how Lynn planned to break this deadlock, Lynn spoke once more:
"Not long ago, I planted a needle, condensed from pain, into the Fourth Prince’s brain."
"And just now, I grafted Burshman’s Destiny Threads with the Fourth Prince."
"So, ask you one more time, Kushustan, are you going to leave on your own, or do I have to send you off?"
Unsurprisingly, this was Lynn’s final ultimatum.