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Chapter 176:135 Thir-turn Trial
Chapter 176:135 Thir-turn Trial
Chapter 176:135 Thir-turn Trial
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On the coastline near Summer City, in Atlanta.
Dean McKenzie raised his hands, his face displaying a helpless appearance, which caused the mood of the Bloody Church’s Son who was just one move short of falling to his tricks last time to darken.
“Who said anything about surrendering?
I want to have another match with you!”
“I can’t, I’m at the second level, while you’ve obviously reached the fourth level, I can’tbeatyou!”
As Dean McKenzie shook his head in refusal, he began to mock his opponent in a strange tone, “Aren’t you a contender for the position of Son of the Bloody Church?
You’ve risen to such a high position, you couldn’t beat me when you were at the third level, so you rushed on to the fourth level to regain your face.
It’s hard not to admire you!”
“Impudence!”
Dean McKenzie’s sarcastic comments made the Son of the Bloody Church before him furious.
In a flash, he reached Dean McKenzie and held his crimson long sword against Dean McKenzie’s neck.
But throughout this process, Dean McKenzie didn’t resist at all. He merely watched him and let him hold the sword against his neck.
The hand of the Son of the Bloody Church shook slightly, he tried hard to suppress his rage and harshly asked Dean McKenzie, “Will you fight or not?”
Dean McKenzie smiled grimly and continued to mock, “The aspiring Son of the Bloody Church is certainly worthy of the title. The invincible power at the fourth level is formidable. A mere second-level necromancer like me doesn’t even dare to strike back before you!
Just like the last time, when the aspiring Son of the Bloody Church couldn’t even muster the courage to look back while fleeing before me.”
Dean McKenzie knew well that Donald Morgan came here today to regain some dignity from him.
But Dean McKenzie would never give him that chance.
Although Dean McKenzie could sense that although the Son of Bloody Church in front of him was at the fourth level, his strength was nowhere near that of the boss he had defeated earlier.
If Dean McKenzie truly decided to fight back, he hoped to win.
But Dean McKenzie decided not to fight back.
He did not resist and kept his hands behind his back, continuing the demeanour of, ‘Although I am weaker than you now, I still look down upon you.’
And the fact was, Dean McKenzie did have the ability to look down upon him.
After all, Donald Morgan was at the fourth level and he was still at the second level, the gap between them was huge. It was only normal for Dean McKenzie to lose.
Not to mention that Donald Morgan had been defeated by Dean McKenzie when he had been at the third level.
Seeing the attitude of Dean McKenzie, Donald Morgan’s hand holding the long sword couldn’t help but tremble.
He was livid, yet didn’t want to kill Dean McKenzie just yet.
After all, his previous defeat at Dean McKenzie’s hands had made him the laughingstock of the Bloody Church.
Being a third-level mage with perfect quality at level 80, and losing to a second-level mage with excellent quality at level 47, it was a massive loss of face.
Also, if he exterminates Dean McKenzie, a second-level necromancer, with his power at the fourth level and level 81, he wouldn’t only not be able to regain his lost face but might even lose his chances of becoming the Son of the Bloody Church.
Therefore, despite being furious, Donald Morgan still held back his wrath.
Now is not the time to kill Dean McKenzie. He has to regain his dignity before considering that.
After all, what he has lost is more than just his face, it might be the holy grail of his life or even his life itself.
“Cut the crap. You’re just upset that I’m higher level than you, right?
Don’t worry, I won’t take advantage of you.
I will let you level up till you’re at the same level as me!
Take him away!”
At Donald Morgan’s command, his followers from the Bloody Church surged forward.
A crimson shackle was clasped onto Dean McKenzie’s wrist, and a red hood was placed over his head. Then they escorted Dean McKenzie away from the shoreline.
Throughout this, Dean McKenzie didn’t show any resistance, he even dismissed his loyal henchman, Old Eight.
Despite Old Eight’s Two Forces ‘Strong Stealth’ combined with the ‘Weak Presence’ talent which could even evade a fourth-level search, Dean McKenzie called it back.
Dean McKenzie was wagering on the notion that before Donald Morgan could regain his dignity, he would care more about his wellbeing than anything else.
As expected, that’s exactly how it was.
Throughout their journey, Donald Morgan paid more attention to Dean McKenzie than anything else.
Staring at him intensely, he was afraid that Dean McKenzie would escape or be abruptly killed by his men.
Under Donald Morgan’s careful watch, Dean McKenzie’s safety was assured.
When the blood-red hood on Dean McKenzie’s head was removed, he found himself in a stronghold of the Bloody Church.
To be precise, the moment Dean McKenzie stepped into this base, he was met with an overwhelming smell of blood and a faint stench.
The moment his hood was removed, Dean McKenzie’s pupils couldn’t help but contract.
Because he saw the state of the base.
The base was located underground.
In a massive cavern.
The cavern was embedded with a multitude of crimson ‘Night Pearls’ casting a bizarre bloody glow through the cavern.
Through the bloody radiance, Dean McKenzie saw a corner of the cavern filled with corpses.
Looking at the pile of bodies in the corner, Dean McKenzie felt a surge of anger rise within him.
Monsters!
Dean McKenzie had to forcefully shift his gaze, afraid that he would lose his temper and strike out.
When Dean McKenzie turned his gaze, he saw his immediate surrounding.
He was locked in an individual cage inside the cavern.
This cage was filled with crimson runes, which looked odd and terrifying.
To the side of Dean McKenzie’s cage were two rows of cages. These cages were bigger, the smallest one being around twenty to thirty square feet, and the largest one reaching up to a hundred square feet.