The son and daughter of the Duke of Fort Swallow’s carriage stopped in front of 111 Duron Street.
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Just as they stepped onto the stairs, Butler Dres could clearly sense a subtle change.
It was as if they had passed through a thin mist and felt the sun.
“The rumored guardian ritual?”
Dres silently pondered in his heart.
Then he let out a sigh.
Fort Swallow once had its own guardian ritual as well.
It could defend against outsiders as well as ward off bizarre occurrences and Evil Spirits.
The flames that had just appeared covered the black monster in a conical jet, but at that moment, a figure stepped in front of the flames.
The sword blade quivered, like a flying swallow.
The son of the duke swung his sword and dispersed the flames.
“Butler Reed, its body is my sister’s,”
pleaded the duke’s son.
Butler Reed frowned and instinctively turned to look at the old woman.
The ground suddenly exploded, and a gust of invisible wind emerged from the earth, not only blowing away Butler Reed but also sending all the remaining guards flying. Among the gale, a figure flickered in and out of sight, letting out a burst of manic laughter as it charged straight toward the rustic carriage.
It was like a signal.
More than a dozen figures hidden in the shadows lunged out, brandishing their swords.
They shouted in unison.
Their swords hacked at the guards, who were caught off guard and blown away by the wind.
The same ‘Revival Society’ leader who had appeared outside Hans Port, only to be driven back by Gerard.
Now they had returned for revenge, with a vengeance.
Butler Reed flipped to his feet, his hand alight with flames ready to spray at his foe.
But before the flames could shoot out, a black figure like ink wrapped around him.
“Do you think I would come alone against all of Hans Port?”
The snake-eel like creature spoke in human language.
After struggling a few times, Butler Reed failed to break free from the entanglement.
The flames in his hand also died.
It seemed he had given up resistance.
But his eyes were quite calm.
As if everything happening before him was expected.
It was indeed the case.
He glanced at the serpent-eel like monster.
And then at the members of the ‘Revival Society’.
Next, he raised his head to look in the distance at a group of people in black robes, standing among the coconut palms.
These people had appeared silently.
They did not directly join the fray.
Instead, they spread curses and diseases there.
were the real targets the Mother Superior was waiting for!
Are merely small fries.
Butler Reed sighed inwardly.
Then once more felt pride in the Mother Superior’s flawless strategies.
With the Mother Superior around, Hans Port would enjoy eternal peace.
Gerard, too, was indispensable.
Butler Reed looked up at the night sky.
The clear night sky suddenly echoed with peals of thunder.
Amidst the thunder, a high-pitched war song rang through the heavens:
“The resonance of sky and earth!”
“The meeting of king and king!”
“The brilliance of light and justice!”
“Glory shall circle in my hands!”
“Radiance shall shine on me forevermore!”
Specks of light danced in the night sky.
Gathering, solidifying.