Lord Shenxiu-Chapter 529 Oil Painting (Please Subscribe)

Above the long street.

Crouching at the street corner, Johan watched a carriage slowly disappear.

No... not disappear, but as if it had driven into a painting.

The passersby, the patrolling law officers, even a street magician right beside him seemed to have no awareness of it.

"The cursed object—Sanson’s painting can drag the target into a hidden space for battle, and minimally lower the attention of those around."

Zhu Qingliu didn’t resist the pulling force and was also dragged into the painting.

She saw a golden wheat field, and in the center of the wheat field, there was a carriage.

The coachman was befuddled, almost thinking he was dreaming.

The Eastern cultivators were not rigid traditionalists.

Even though they couldn’t practice Western mysticism, for it would bring contamination and doom to their path.

But using talismans, cursed objects... to produce unique effects was not at all a problem.

"According to the Royal Capital’s defense system... after Mr. Bonk sends a distress signal, the first to receive it will be the security forces... The nearest Major General is Joseph, a Dragon Knight!" frёewebnoѵel.ƈo๓

"With Sanson’s painting, we can hinder this process, but only for a maximum of three minutes..."

"After three minutes, Joseph will surely arrive at the scene, tear apart the painting, and discover our presence as Eastern cultivators... And within the next 10 seconds, even individuals comparable to a Primordial Spirit Ancestor will make a move."

"Therefore, the battle must be resolved within three minutes, and we must use anti-divination and prophetic talismans to flee the scene at the greatest speed!"

With a thousand thoughts whirling in her mind, Zhu Qingliu’s eyes only showed a sliver of determination: "Strike with the sword!"

Clang!

The large black umbrella she held suddenly exploded, revealing a slender flying sword from within!

The sword hidden in the umbrella, its stroke pure and selfless!

The flying sword transformed into a streak of light, cleanly slicing open the entire carriage, revealing Mr. Bonk inside with a look of surprise.

And blue-eyed Anthony, who had summoned an iron suit of armor to protect both men before him.

"Damn Easterners!"

"Quick... Just send the signal... The Archbishop will arrive in 10 seconds, and they’re as good as dead."

Mr. Bonk wasn’t the least bit panic-stricken, but rather full of a determination as if he were back on a battlefield where he had once fought.

"With the isolation of the cursed object, other means of communication will be affected. I’ll do my best to hold them off; it’s best that you pray as quickly as possible..."

Blue-eyed Anthony fixed his gaze on Zhu Qingliu, who was coming to assassinate them.

The flying sword seemed to turn into a streak of light, piercing forth with hundreds of strikes in an instant!

However, the iron guardian he had summoned suddenly swelled, expanding into a small mountain, protecting both him and Bonk inside, like the most formidable steel fortress.

At the same time, Bonk was praying fervently.

He wasn’t praying to the Door Master, because the death of one believer wouldn’t attract the slightest attention of that being.

It wouldn’t protect a believer as insignificant as an ant or do the work akin to that of a switchboard operator.

"O attentive being of the Thousand Gates!"

"O sovereign of the boundless Spirit Realm!"

"Great Klado Tisamo!"

This was the name of the Archbishop of the Door Master Church, at least a 6th-tier Demigod!

Such an existence could completely accept pleas for help and respond within a certain range.

Moreover, it could ignore many of the constraints of cursed objects!

Zhu Qingliu looked at this scene, her eyes as still as water without the slightest ripple.

Because she had long anticipated this situation, a silver talisman on her palm rapidly burned, creating invisible ripples that spread out.

According to the mystical knowledge she had mastered, only a secretive existence could oppose a being of the same high status.

Although that Li Wei Mojito was shrouded in mystery, he was indeed a favored follower of the Evil God.

Even if she didn’t know which Evil God it was, it could absolutely interfere with the prayers directed at the Archbishop.

Mr. Bonk finished praying, and nothing happened.

His face turned ugly, as he rapidly prayed to other known beings of higher status.

Blue-eyed Anthony saw this and felt his heart sink, his hands clasped into fists as a black iron hue emerged on his body.

As Mr. Bonk’s personal bodyguard and a legislator, his specialty was not offense, but defense!

Against any attack below the 5th ranking, he was confident he could hold out for a long time.

’Relying on my abilities, the iron armor golem should last at least five minutes... And in that time, those outside should have reacted, the security forces might even arrive to provide support...’

Anthony gritted his teeth as he thought.

But he forgot one thing, there was an ancient saying from the East, "A prolonged defense inevitably leads to defeat!"

After Zhu Qingliu released her talisman and disrupted the prayer, she suddenly performed a spell hand gesture.

The flying sword moved nimbly, suddenly projecting a ten-foot-long streak of green light, entering the thinnest crack with the thinnest thread, it pierced the iron fortress, broke through the layer of black iron hue, and stabbed into Anthony’s neck.

"This is impossible... my defense?"

Anthony’s blue eyes retained a look of disbelief as he slowly fell backward.

Mr. Bonk saw this scene, his face showing a hint of pain as he angrily tore off a blue necklace from around his neck.

This, too, was a cursed object which even a common person could use, capable of forming an absolutely safe space of protection.

Moreover, he had an escape ring on his hand, which could transport him a distance away.

These three cursed objects combined would allow even an ordinary person to escape most assassination attempts.

Unfortunately, the escape ring was countered by Sanson’s paintings, while the ’Heart of Incompletion’ only provided a slightly advanced warning of danger.

This left him with no chance to call in the extraordinary bodyguards trailing behind the carriage.

"Easterner, you are as good as dead, no... I will take you as my prisoner!"

Mr. Bonk watched as a layer of blue light pillars rose, turning into a special protective cage that enveloped him, a hint of a smile appearing on his face: "I will use the assassination as an excuse to push the bill more aggressively, and everything you hold dear will vanish like a mirage!"

"Only the weak use words to threaten... This seems to be a saying of yours."

Zhu Qingliu took a step forward, flicking the blue cage: "This is your strongest defense, as well as your prison and coffin... Do you really think I must break through it to kill you?"

A smile appeared on her face as her hands formed the hand gesture of a spell: "Yellow Spring Ghost Summoning! All spirits, heed my command!"

It was only then that Bonk realized, at some point, pale figures in sackcloth had appeared beside him!

They hadn’t passed through his defenses, but rather, when the iron fortress was breached, they had been silently positioned right next to him!

As a warrior, he was not adept at resisting soul attacks, and his face showed despair.

Just then, a huge crack suddenly emerged in the sky.

Paintings were torn apart, and the mighty roar of a dragon came through.

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