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Chapter 714

Chapter 714: I did the 100 chapters Chapter 714: I did the 100 chapters Bram’s eyes widened, showing a look of fear.

He was not ignorant of what was happening before him.

After all, Bram was very well-liked in the Parthian Ancient Country and by the people of Star Antimony, with many high-status friends...

Although the abilities of the Papal Guard were a secret to most, he happened to be among the few in the know.@@@@

The next moment, his body suddenly burst apart.

He transformed into countless screaming bats that flew in all directions to avoid several arcs of light speeding toward him.

Right where he had just disappeared, a grey cocoon pushed out from the void, countless strings shooting out in all directions, attempting to entangle the blood-red cloaked Papal Guard.

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The grey threads easily pierced through the walls of the house, and in an instant, dust filled the air.

—But such damage and control were completely futile against the Papal Guard.

A phantom light shield appeared on their bodies, blocking all incoming attacks—that was indeed the protection from the Pure White Holy Maiden.

With their attack unsuccessful, the grey cocoon immediately began to swell, emitting a dangerous aura.

It was at this moment that Aiwass suddenly made his move.

As he swung his scepter, flames coalesced into a golden-red Flame Butterfly, flying toward the table where the old Troll sat cross-legged.

The gaze of Pure White instinctively followed, just in time to see a disheveled Bram lifting his head to down the cup of wine on the table in one gulp.

—Only then did she realize there was someone crouching there!

Bram’s Stealth ability was not that strong in itself; otherwise, he wouldn’t have been discovered so easily.

But the continuously erupting, mutating grey cocoon involuntarily drew everyone else’s attention.

Both the bats and the cocoon were nothing more than a diversion...

One of those bats was him.

While people were focused on the appearing cocoon after the bats scattered, he had already made his way to the side of the table.

This was not achieved through Extraordinary Skill, but through psychological tactics—a Stealth play!

In fact, even Aiwass did not notice at first.

The first to sense something amiss was actually Lily—at the very moment Bram disappeared, she had immediately grabbed Aiwass’s wrist and motioned him to look to the side.

It was thanks to her discreet hint that Aiwass was able to notice someone there.

Under Aiwass’s gaze, the Flame Butterfly had already flown past the silently seated older Troll, heading straight for Bram, and was becoming increasingly bright.

By this time, Bram had already drained his cup.

His pupils had turned a deep red, and clusters of dark red gel formed on his skin.

From the moment Aiwass acted to now, only a little over a second had passed.

It was then that the Flame Butterfly suddenly exploded—

A tornado-like vortex of intense, scorching flames burst from the split butterfly, firmly binding Bram!

At this point, Aiwass could no longer concern himself with the possibility that the flames might harm the Sacred Tree—he had to stop Bram first.

The roaring expansion of the flames immediately caught the attention of everyone else.

But in the next instant, an abnormal swelling was felt within the fiery storm.

A huge, crimson-skinned arm reached out from it and tore the flames apart!

The swelling man let out a bestial roar, his eyes burning red.

By then, Pure White had also discerned the truth, “Don’t be nervous, he’s not a real Giant.”

Saying this, Pure White extended her right hand towards the Giant that Bram had transformed into.

The next moment, an ancient, battered wooden door suddenly appeared in front of her.

As the wooden door creaked open abruptly, a Pure White cold wind howled out, filling the entire room in an instant.

With the roar of an angry dragon from a distant land, the extreme cold wind pouring out from the door frosted over the whole house.

Even the ground which Aiwass had just set ablaze, along with the flames burning on it, were extinguished.

The Giant, maintaining the motion of throwing a fist at the Papal Guard, became visibly slower.

What was originally an instantaneous action stretched out over half a second, allowing his attack to be easily avoided.

A streak of a light blade sliced through the air, and the Giant’s right arm was severed!

The tightly clenched fist, like a column, flew into the sky and shattered into numerous tiny grey bugs.

His second punch slowed even further until the entire Giant was frozen in place.

The next moment, the giant’s body suddenly shattered.

Countless grey winged insects scattered in all directions, disappearing into the air.

– All of this was just a “lie”.

Bram, reverted back to human form, stumbled a few steps forward and was bound hand and foot by several lines of light, hanging in mid-air.

“Damn, if only I had arrived a little later...”

His eyes were full of reluctance, “I wasn’t ready yet, how could I—”

“—Behave yourself!”

The angry Papal Guard punched him in the face.

Bram swayed violently, flailing about in the air like a marionette on strings.

Sherlock, who was standing by, came to a realization, “It’s the wine!

“If he had been ready, he wouldn’t have left the wine untouched.

That can only mean his ritual was incomplete—”

“Your Holiness, The Holy Maiden, is he the Cursing Sorcerer who set the trap?”

Another Papal Guard turned back, speaking somewhat cautiously, “Be careful of his accomplices!”

Upon hearing this, Bram froze for a second.

He suddenly turned toward the old Troll who sat quietly in the corner.

Even right after he had transformed into a Giant, that creature had remained motionless, slowly eating fried chicken.

The old Troll slowly lifted his eyelids, taking a glance at Bram.

His face showed neither surprise nor joy, as if he had been expecting this.

He slowly raised his head, straightening his hunched back a bit.

“Pfft.”

The old Troll spat out two pieces of broken chicken leg bones.

The broken bone, mixed with foul saliva, flew onto Bram’s face, who was suspended in the void.

“It was me, I surrender.”

Afterward, the old Troll spoke in very standard Elvish Language, “I cast the curse on Zumaidi.”