Chapter 938: Chapter 83: People Always Need to Leave Themselves a Way Out!_4
Chapter 938 -83: People Always Need to Leave Themselves a Way Out!_4
Ripples formed, striking in all directions.
"Jason has been here!”
Dressed in Martial Arts attire, Aras looked around, sniffing.
But the collapsing space obstructed her.
With that cry, Aras soared into the sky, turning into a phantom, completely shattering the collapsing sealed space.
Leaving behind only a large, blazing ‘heaven’ character.
The flaming characters rapidly burned out.
The space also completely collapsed.
Nothing left but utter darkness.
But within the darkness, a deeper darkness linked piece by piece.
Suddenly, the burning Soul Fire lit up.
Illuminating the entire darkness.
Tens of thousands of Bone Dragons silently appeared, their bone wings stretched thousands of meters, Black Armored Knights on their backs patrolling the area, and behind them, an endless Undead Army.
At the center of the Undead Army, inside a palace made entirely of shadows, Dennise sat irritably on a soft sofa.
Jason was clearly located using the Sage’s Stone!
Why haven’t we found Jason yet!
"Your Majesty, the Queen.”
"Please calm your anger!”
"Prince Jason’s scent is indeed here, Prince Jason has been here, he just left, we just have to continue searching, and we will certainly find him.”
From the shadows, Lederma came out, persuading his queen.
As the Prime Minister, this was his duty.
When the Queen was happy, he was happy.
When the Queen was angry, he was angry.
When the Queen was sad, he was sad.
What about governing the realm of the Undead?
Although they had the power to establish a nation… no, a dynasty long ago, they follow the will of the Queen, never staying in one place.
"Continue searching for Jason.”
At her command, countless Undead set out again.
In the darkness deeper than black, clusters of Soul Fire illuminated everything.
Any beings sensing the presence of this army hurriedly avoided them.
They, they, they observed this army in horror and uttered with trembling voices—
"The Disaster Queen!”
At a time when all beings hastily avoided, in a place between dream and reality.
A fleet was ready to set sail.
Giselle stood there timidly, looking at this haphazardly assembled fleet.
"Can they really fly?”
"And, they’re not just able to fly!”
"They can also travel through dreams!”
"That’s the key to finding Jason!”
"Should we tell others?”
The kind Giselle asked.
But immediately, she cried out in pain, clutching her head and squatting down.
It was Evelyn inside her body who had hit her.
"Whom do you want to tell?”
"Jason is ours, no one can intervene, even if you only tell ‘Cloak,’ ‘Bedding No.1,’ and ‘Bedding No.2,’ but they will surely tell others, those guys have never forgotten to search for Jason, so, only we can know, you don’t want those little fairies pestering Jason, do you?”
Evelyn spoke irritably.
Giselle weakly nodded.
"Then let’s set off!”
"Bring him back to ‘Watchdog Pastry House’ and live a happy life together!”
With that declaration, Evelyn, controlling the body of the female pastry chef, stepped into the warship.
Then, amid roaring sounds.
The next moment, they vanished into the void.
They advanced in a unique way, searching.
And at this moment, Jason, who had returned to Nightless City, suddenly felt an itch in his nose.
He sneezed uncontrollably.
Three times, loud and clear.