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Making 705
Making 705
“Yes,” Gilmore affirmed. “The Eulogian Club has been a scourge in this world, a nightmare for many.
“They don’t deserve to exist. If they don’t surrender to the Fenseille Dragon Sect, then I’ll have no choice but to annihilate them.”
Spencer and Tillman looked surprised.
They learned from Xavier and William in Newville how formidable the Eulogian Club was.
One hundred thousand followers and three thousand evildoers were a force that could crush most factions globally.
Completely wiping them out was easier said than done.
Moreover, Spencer and Tillman had learned on Dragon Egg Island that the Eulogian Club also harbored cultivators.
Hence, they were somewhat apprehensive about confronting the Eulogian Club.
Seemingly sensing their concerns, Gilmore reassured them, “Don’t worry. I never enter a battle I’m not sure of winning.
“If the Eulogian Club surrenders, it’s all well and good. But if they lead one hundred thousand followers and three thousand evildoers to attack the Fensville Dragon Sect, I’ll ensure that they’ll never return.
“The Eulogian Club will vanish from this world!”
Gilmore’s resolute and powerful words boosted everyone’s confidence.
He was right. They had never seen him lose a battle!
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The three–day deadline passed in the blink of an eye.
That morning in Fensville, the sky was clear for miles.
Life went on as usual–people went to work and school and ran their businesses…
The streets were bustling and busy, just like any other day.
However, suddenly, a massive black cloud rolled in from the sky, covering the entire cityscape in an instant.
Whether it was drivers on the streets, pedestrians, or those seated in office buildings, everyone was stunned by this sudden change overhead.
The dark, rolling clouds spread across the sky, casting Fensville into a gloomy dusk.
An oppressive, chilly aura was felt by everyone, adding to the air of foreboding.
No one knew what was going on.
The appearance out of nowhere of such an ominous, expansive black cloud was truly eerie.
While Fensville had seen its fair share of dark clouds before, none had ever brought such a sense of dread, almost like a harbinger of the apocalypse.
In the Fensville Dragon Sect, located in the Dragon Mountains near Fensville, all the martialists of the sect were equally alerted by these ominous clouds.
Gilmore, Spencer, Tillman, Victor, Tiger, Phoenix, Steve, and Laura, along with other key members of the Dragon Sect, gathered in the massive square.
They all gazed at the swirling dark clouds above Fensville.
Thousands of Dragon Sect martialists had also formed a formidable array in the square, exuding an air of indomitable strength and readiness for battle.
Spencer, standing next to Gilmore, looked up at the sky and said, “Mr. Reed, these dark clouds are really strange.”
Gilmore’s eyes sparkled with resolve as he replied, “There’s nothing strange about this. These clouds are just a sign that the Eulogian Club’s malevolent army has arrived. Let’s prepare for battle!”
Hearing this, Spencer, Tillman, and the other martialists of the Dragon Sect were taken aback.
What?
The dark clouds rolling in the sky were a harbinger of the Eulogian Club’s malevolent army?
In an instant, Spencer, Tillman, Tiger, Phoenix, Victor, and other martialists of the Dragon Sect erupted with purple core
energy.
In their hands shimmered fierce, purple–light swords.
These were no ordinary blades.
They were spiritual weapons that Gilmore had acquired from the Purple Dragon Cavern.
Gilmore distributed a portion of these powerful spiritual weapons to the Dragon Sect cultivators,
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With these spiritual weapons, the combat prowess of Spencer, man, and the others would undoubtedly be boosted.
Even Gilmore’s 10 girlfriends–Lilian, Christine, Claire, Helene, Luna, and others wielded the spiritual weapons he had given them.
Everyone’s gaze was fixed on the swirling dark clouds in the distance, ready to clash with the malevolent army at any
moment.
Just as the Dragon Sect members braced for battle, the ominous clouds above Fensville suddenly dispersed, revealing a stunning sight: thousands of winged beasts in the sky.
There were fierce tigers with wings, swift horses with ribs turned into wings, and massive golden– crowned eagles…
Each of these countless flying creatures bore one or more members of the malevolent cult.
The massive golden–crowned eagles, with a wingspan of over 30 feet, could carry up to a dozen people.
The flying tigers and horses were typically ridden by a single person.
Suddenly, the sight of thousands of winged horses, tigers, and huge golden–crowned eagles stunned all the citizens of
Fensville.
It was a scene straight out of mythology, almost too incredible to believe.
Many even wondered if this spectacle was merely a mirage, like a fata morgana, about to disappear at any moment
However, they soon realized the truth.
The malevolent army, riding on myriad winged beasts, swiftly brought hellish devastation from above.
“Roar!”
Suddenly, the flying tigers in the sky opened their bloody mouths and let out thunderous roars.
The air trembled, and a terrifying aura enveloped the land.
Then, thousands of these fierce beasts spewed fireballs towards the city below.
Each fireball, round and about three feet in diameter, blazed intensely, emitting a terrifying heat.
In an instant, thousands of these fiery spheres bombarded the city.
Some struck skyscrapers, igniting raging infernos within.
Others hit the streets, engulfing vehicles in flames and triggering massive explosions.
Bridges collapsed and roads cracked under the impact…
In no time, thousands of locations in Fensville were under attack.
Fires erupted everywhere, inciting fear and chaos.
The city’s residents, initially stunned, snapped back to reality and screamed in panic, scattering in all directions.
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Demon cultivators riding winged horses unleashed powerful blasts of core energy at the buildings.
The roar of destruction was incessant. Skyscrapers crumbled under the relentless assault–some completely collapsing.
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In contrast, many of the Dragon Sect’s non–cultivator warriors were only Masters or below.
The
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between the two sides was substantial.
However, under Gilmore’s simultaneous manipulation of the eight spiritual weapons, the malevolent cult martialists suffered heavy casualties, losing their edge in strength.
The Eulogian Club’s cult master, cloaked in a golden robe and asked, rode a majestic winged steed. He watched in vexation as Gilmore, without even lifting a finger, commanded the eight spiritual weapons to unleash a relentless assault.
Surrounding him, dozens of presbyters in silver robes, also sitting astride winged steeds, shared his irritation.
“Cult Master, let me take him down!” blurted out Presbyter Philip, eager for action.
The cult master, his eyes glinting coldly, replied, “No, Presbyter Philip, you can’t go alone. You and all the presbyters must join forces to take him down.”
Presbyter Philip was taken aback by that, wondering, “Is the cult master really so fearful of this young man named Gilmore, requiring all the presbyters to join forces against him?”
Despite his surprise, however, Presbyter Philip complied. “As you command, Cult Master.”
Then, leading dozens of silver–robed presbyters on their flying steeds, Presbyter Philip advanced towards Gilmore in a formidable array.
The cult master, his eyes shining, watched intently as the presbyters charged at Gilmore.
He knew well that anyone who could simultaneously wield eight spiritual weapons was a force to be reckoned with.
Even more astonishing was how Gilmore could manage these spiritual weapons in battle without moving his hands, which remained casually behind his back throughout.
Gilmore wielded the eight spiritual weapons with such finesse that it was as if he didn’t even need his hands.
His power was so immense that calling it terrifying would be an understatement.
If Presbyter Philip were to go alone, it would be tantamount to a suicide mission.
Only with dozens of silver–robed presbyters attacking together could there be a glimmer of hope against Gilmore.
As Presbyter Philip and the other presbyters charged on their winged steeds, exuding an air of murderous intent and brandishing their spiritual swords, Gilmore looked on unflinchingly, his expression utterly calm.
Then with a mere thought, he directed the eight deadly spiritual weapons to focus their assault on Presbyter Philip’s group.
With a sickening sound, blood splattered everywhere.
The Purple Star Sword’s violet light flashed, and a presbyter riding a winged steed was instantly struck in the throat, his eyes bulging like those of a stunned ox before he plummeted to the ground.
The Bone Fan struck another silver–robed presbyter squarely in the chest. With a scream of agony, the presbyter’s chest caved in, and he fell lifeless to the ground.
Wherever the eight spiritual weapons passed, they harvested the lives of the silver–robed presbyters one after another.
Continuous screams filled the air as the bodies of the presbyters fell from the sky, hitting the ground with such force that they were smashed to pieces.