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Chapter 433: [432] Playing with the Archbishop between Applauses, the Spirit Diagram is Complete, the Shadow of the Spear Emerges

In just twenty short minutes.

Archbishop Johnson's mood was like riding a roller coaster, experiencing several ups and downs in succession.

The phrase "Little Golden Hair" inexplicably echoed in his mind earlier, terrifying him to the core.

Later, he gouged out his own eyes as a sacrifice to the Voodoo Master, only to be played with ruthlessly, making him believe for a moment that he was undoubtedly going to die.

However.

The world is always unpredictable.

The divine spirit of Wan Hao has actually never appeared!

It seems like this was all just a joke.

Johnson decisively escaped from his previous hiding place and moved to another cunning rabbit's burrow.

Out of a malicious mentality of "even if I die, I will drag a large number of bastards down with me," this guy deliberately hid in the city.

At this moment.

The Archbishop was holding a broken bone staff, and a pair of eyeless eyeballs grew out of the eye sockets of the skull at the top of the staff.

This scene was extremely eerie.

This was undoubtedly the alternative method Johnson used after gouging out his own eyes.

"Thump! Thump!"

A sound of knocking, seemingly illusory yet real, suddenly came from within the bone staff.

Johnson couldn't help but tremble, looking like a frightened bird, "Has someone come to find me?"

Without hesitation, he swung the bone staff, and a black light shot out from the mouth of the skull, hitting a basin of water in front of him.

The next second.

The water instantly turned into ink.

Ripples appeared on the surface of the ink, revealing a picture:

It was a three-story building.

A burly man dressed as a repairman was standing at the door, shouting loudly:

"I'm here to fix the water pipe, open the door quickly!"

The two pale eyeballs on the bone staff stared intently at the image in the basin.

Johnson muttered suspiciously, "I just hid in the underground secret room, and someone comes to fix the water pipe. Isn't this too coincidental?"

The pupils of the two eyeballs suddenly enlarged, and the figure of the plumber was reflected in their pupils.

The man waited at the door for a while, seeing that no one was opening the door, he cursed and complained, "Damn it, called me to come, but no one's here."

He raised his fist and knocked on the door with a gesture resembling a "hammer."

"Thump! Thump!"

"Is there anyone inside?"

There was still no movement inside the house.

The plumber cursed, "Damn it, came here for nothing today," picked up his tool bag, and turned to leave.

The Archbishop controlled the eyeballs and glanced at the tool bag. Through the open mouth of the bag, he saw a bag full of repair tools.

Most of the tools had signs of wear and tear from years of use.

At a glance, it was clear that this was an experienced repairman.

Johnson immediately breathed a sigh of relief, "No problem, this secret room is safe!"

He shook the bone staff again, and the image in the basin dissipated, returning to clarity.

*

On the ground.

In front of the house.

In the instant when the magical surveillance image in the basin completely dissipated.

The plumber suddenly stopped in his tracks, and a dim blue light flashed in his eyes.

In fact.

The burly man was indeed a genuine plumber, known by many people in the city.

However, Johnson did not realize that the soul of the plumber concealed an extraordinary mark, having become a puppet controlled by others.

But this is not surprising.

Because this mark was concealed by the power of true secrets.

If the Archbishop were to observe up close, perhaps he could catch a glimpse of a clue.

But using secret magic to observe from a distance, how could one detect anything unusual?

In a word.

Cheng Han completely anticipated the Archbishop's reaction and toyed with him in the palm of his hand.

By the way.

The plumber is a guy with a bad reputation, secretly a member of the thieving gang.

It is precisely because of this that the Netherworld chose him as the vanguard of this battle.

There's no way around it.

Victory often requires a price.

At this moment.

The plumber looked down and his eyes filled with a blue light.

A dark wave surged within him, and many deformed tumors appeared all over his body, looking extremely ugly.

In an instant.

The plumber disappeared.

Only a small cluster of dim black mist remained in place, quickly dissipating into nothingness.

"Bang!"

The tool bag fell heavily to the ground, making a dull sound.

A piece of resin water pipe elbow rolled out from the bag.

*

Thirty meters underground.

Inside a secret room.

At the moment when the dark wave appeared, Johnson was immediately startled.

Something's not right!

Unfortunately, the Archbishop didn't have time to do anything.

Only to see a flash of light and shadow in the secret room, a strange figure covered in tumors appeared out of thin air.

Following that came a strange laughter: "Little Golden Hair, so you've changed another rat hole!"

Johnson's heart sank with a "thud" and he quickly swung his staff with the fastest speed.

From the black hole in the top of the staff's skull, a sharp blood light shot out and instantly hit the head of the strange figure.

"Bang!"

The head of the strange figure exploded.

"Bang! Bang!"

The body of the strange figure also exploded.

Various flesh and blood remnants flew in all directions, splattering a large number of bloodstains on the walls and ceiling.

If it weren't for the Archbishop releasing black mist to envelop his body, he would probably be covered in bloodstains as well.

However.

Johnson not only felt no joy in killing the enemy, but his heart sank to the deepest abyss.

"Little Golden Hair, changed another rat hole." This sentence was like a terrifying nightmare, once again making the Archbishop extremely nervous.

Who?

Who the hell is behind this?

Johnson felt like he was going crazy.

But one thing is certain, judging from the strange appearance of the strange figure, this is definitely not the work of the gods of Wan Hao, but more like the work of another resurrected god organization.

"Is it those bastards from the Destruction Crusade again?"

The Archbishop tightly gripped his staff and muttered through gritted teeth.

*

Nearly 200 kilometers away.

In the midst of the Eagle Squadron.

Cheng Han sat upright in the cockpit, gazing at the image in the center of the halo, and smiled with satisfaction.

Just a moment ago.

At the moment of the plumber's explosion.

The lens on the halo instantly transformed from a blurry state to high-definition quality.

The reason is simple.

The Archbishop's act of killing represents a direct connection.

And the plumber being manipulated by the Netherworld is like a tool for collecting connections.

"Buzz!"

The string of the soul trembled.

Cheng Han silently gave the command, "You can start drawing!"

At the same time.

Inside the Sea of Spirits.

The cluster of light representing the Secret Realm Xuan Seal instantly doubled in size.

*

Bailing City.

Inside another residential building.

A Netherworld stood in front of an easel, gazing at a fresh piece of white paper, and smiled as he gestured, "Begin!"

More than ten pencils flew up automatically, dancing on the surface of the white paper.

"Scratch! Scratch!"

Accompanied by the sound of pencil friction.

Lines extended, outlining a cityscape.

There were streets, green belts, and neatly arranged houses.

And - human figures.

And with each human figure falling on the paper, an invisible thread automatically projected from the void, connecting to the human figure.

This is the super skill derived from the Secret Realm Xuan Seal - Secret Realm Spirit Map.

And the invisible threads are the strings of the spirit map.

Soon.

The dance of more than ten pencils came to a halt.

"Buzz!"

The string trembled again.

The Netherworld smiled and said, "Everyone, the spirit map has been drawn, you can launch the attack now!"

He paused for a moment and added, "Johnson is indeed a powerful Xuan Supervisor, his soul power is very strong.

"This thread of the spirit map is not very clear, so if the distance is far, there is a certain probability of losing guidance."

In extraordinary vision.

One of the invisible threads appeared to be intermittent, somewhat unstable.

In comparison.

The remaining threads of the spirit map looked clear and solid.

Responses came immediately.

"Understood!"

"Got it!"

*

Inside the underground secret chamber.

Johnson gazed at the bloody scene in the room, finally realizing that everything from beginning to end was manipulated by a pair of hidden hands.

The divine spirit of the Wan Hao people was secretly brought over by the other party;

The earlier "Little Golden Hair" was also called out by the other party pretending to be the divine spirit of Wan Hao;

The "Little Golden Hair" called out by this strange person was also the work of the hidden hand;

What a terrifying mind!

What amazing means!

The Archbishop took a deep breath and decided to leave immediately and go to the next rabbit hole.

Johnson had just taken a step when he suddenly felt a strange sensation of being "locked on".

This was a warning from the depths of his soul.

What made the Archbishop even more alarmed was that he couldn't sense what or who had locked onto him.

Danger!

Without thinking, the Archbishop raised his bone staff and slammed it heavily on the ground.

"Boom!"

A muffled sound.

A large cloud of black mist immediately spewed out from the skull on the top of the staff, completely obscuring his figure.

After a moment.

Johnson suddenly had a sense of something.

They're here!

The enemy's attack is here!

Sure enough.

In the blink of an eye.

Two faint gun shadows silently pierced through the soil and lightning-fast attacked the Archbishop.

Johnson's pupils contracted, and a buzzing sound rang in his mind.

What kind of attack is this?

Why does its intensity seem to be at the level of a Xuan Master? Why can't I sense the enemy's position even though I clearly saw the attack?

In that instant.

The Archbishop suddenly remembered something from the past.

When our organization joined forces with the Destruction Legion to ambush the genius Vice Palace Master Cheng Han of the Xuan Palace.

In that incident, a group of people sent by our organization unfortunately died, and even the precious Qi Sheng's Skull was lost.

According to the explanation given by the Destruction Legion, the enemy used a terrifying attack method.

They only saw faint gun shadows descending from the sky, and they couldn't dodge at all.

The believers turned into blue flames, but they couldn't perceive where the enemy was.

At that time.

Johnson sneered at this and completely disbelieved the explanation given by the Destruction Legion.

If this were true, it would mean that the other party was a Xuan Supervisor-level powerhouse.

With the absolute strength of a Xuan Supervisor, attacking a stronghold would easily wipe out everyone.

And yet, most of the Destruction Legion's men survived.

Even if they were lying, it wouldn't be like this!

However.

Until this moment.

Johnson suddenly realized, the other party's explanation might be true.

Thoughts raced through the Archbishop's mind as his figure turned into black mist and swiftly floated to one side, attempting to evade the gun shadows.

The next second.

He clearly saw that the two gun shadows deviated by a small angle and followed him like shadows.

"Boom!"

In Johnson's mind, a thunderous sound rang out.

By the gods!

This is actually an attack with absolute lock-on!

(End of this chapter)