The Legendary Man

Chapter 1310

The Legendary Man Chapter 1310-“Prepare for battle!”

With a loud shout, Celestus brandished his spear and charged, shattering the second-floor window of the pub as he leaped out.

Below, hundreds of Black Armor soldiers grabbed their weapons, their bodies surging with spiritual energy.

Amidst the army of Black Armor soldiers, the black coffin remained eerily still.

Celestus stepped forward, gently touching the lid of the black coffin with the tip of his spear. However, no matter how hard he pushed, the coffin showed no reaction whatsoever.

Could it be that I imagined it?

He circulated his spiritual energy within his body, and in an instant, it burned off all the alcohol in him.

Then, he focused his attention on the enormous coffin again. However, he didn’t notice anything amiss.

“Did this coffin move just now?”

Celestus turned his head to look at the Black Armor soldier beside him.

The soldier’s body shivered slightly as he replied, “Sir, I think it did…”

“You think it did?” Celestus furrowed his brows as a hint of murderous intent flashed across his gaze.

“Didn’t I instruct you to guard it diligently? Why are you uncertain?”

The Black Armor soldier was somewhat stunned by Celestus’ reprimand, and after sensing Celestus’ murderous intent toward him, he became even more terrified.

“Governor Xuereb, I’ve been diligently guarding the coffin, but it hasn’t shown any signs of movement for two hours. Constantly spreading out my spiritual sense has caused me to feel a bit fatigued—”

Before the soldier could finish his sentence, Celestus’ spear had already pierced through his chin and into his brain.

One of their own had perished, yet the Black Armor soldiers nearby seemed as if they hadn’t noticed at all, each one of them remaining indifferent.

These individuals were all loyal warriors trained by Celestus himself. Even if he were to order them to commit suicide now, they would carry out the command without hesitation, let alone having them watch him kill their comrades.

“Form into teams of three and rotate shifts every two hours. Keep your spiritual sense focused on this coffin at all times, and don’t relax for even a second!” Celestus ordered in a cold voice, then spun to leave.

Yet, the moment he turned around, a muffled sound suddenly echoed from behind him.

“The coffin has opened!” a Black Armor soldier shouted.

Celestus turned his head, only to see that the coffin, which had been shut for two hours, had finally opened.

However, what emerged from within were not Jonathan and his companions but rather tiny black ants, each the size of a pinky finger.

“Ah!”

The flying ants swarmed as far as the eye could see, their speed incredibly fast.

The Black Armor soldiers reacted a tad too slowly and were bitten by the flying ants. Immediately, they began to scream in agony.

The hidden-wing insects were the unrivaled rulers of Mount Boisvista.

Back then, in the South Outer City arena, had it not been for Neil activating the formation of the arena, thus incinerating the hidden-wing insects along with everything in the vicinity, it was likely that no one in the entire area would have survived.

Presently, no one from North Outer City recognized the formidable nature of the hidden-winged insects.

“What on earth is going on?”

With a roar of fury, Celestus unleashed his spiritual energy, pushing all the hidden-wing insects within a twenty-meter radius away from him.

“Unleash your spiritual energy! You’re all God Realm cultivators, yet you can’t even deal with a tiny flying insect?” Celestus bellowed, trying to control the situation, but the screams of agony just wouldn’t stop.

“Governor Xuereb, this is the hidden-wing insect, a ferocious creature from Mount Boisvista, a place south of Colstrax. They can gnaw through spirit shields! Everyone, run!”

All the cultivators from North Outer City were essentially those selected each year from the south of Colstrax.

At last, someone recognized the insects and shouted out loud.

Only then did Celestus realize that his spiritual energy was constantly being drained under the relentless assault of those flying ants.

“Impossible…” Celestus murmured in disbelief. “All creatures from the abyss are unable to leave their fixed range. Why would these hidden-wing insects appear here?”

Just then, he suddenly recalled the battle at the small garden in the governor’s residence.

“It’s that person!”

If one were to ask who left the deepest impression on him among Jonathan and his companions, it definitely wouldn’t be Jonathan or Joshua.

Instead, it was Hayden and Stellario.

One of these two individuals eliminated a spiritual control cultivator using a concealed weapon, while the other summoned countless insects, a sight so unnerving it could make one’s skin crawl at a mere glance.

It seems that these things were brought out by that person.

However, what Celestus couldn’t figure out was what method Stellario had used to prevent the hidden- wing insects from attacking him.

We must get this person on our side!

Talented individuals were highly sought after, no matter where.

This was especially the case for a unique talent like Stellario, who, if used well, could even become a trump card.

“Those who are bitten, step back! Those behind me, activate your spirit shields and follow me!”

With a loud shout, Celestus charged toward the enormous coffin.

At Celestus’ command, dozens of cultivators snapped out of their horror and leaped forward, disregarding the swarm of winged insects in front of them.

Meanwhile, within the coffin, Jonathan was forming hand seals, using the barrier inside the coffin to push out all the remaining hidden-wing insects.

“As planned, Stellario and Merilyn will stay in the coffin while the four of us will go out. Remember, the more chaotic, the better!”

As he spoke, Jonathan brought his hands together and gave a forceful stomp.

Rumble…

The colossal coffin lid instantly opened under the control of the formation.

Lying within the coffin, the true form of Seboxia, who had been in slumber for over a thousand years, finally saw the light of day again.

However, such a situation was only momentary. As the group lifted their heads, they noticed several weapons were already thrusting down from above.

“Divine Chessboard, activate!”

In Jonathan’s right hand, a massive chessboard grew rapidly, rising vertically from the ground.

After knocking away the enemies coming from above, the chessboard lit up with a purple glow that enveloped Jonathan and the other three.

“Teleport!”

As Jonathan activated a hand seal, the four of them vanished in an instant, only to reappear out of thin air above the heads of Celestus and his men.

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“Over here!”

Jonathan looked down at the surprised Celestus and lifted his leg before darting downward.

“Get lost!” With a subtle flick of his wrist, Celestus abruptly withdrew his spear. Then, he aimed a strike toward Jonathan’s lower body without hesitation.

Bang!

The moment they made contact, Jonathan was propelled into the air once again by the force of the impact. Meanwhile, below him, Celestus was charging directly toward Stellario in the coffin, spear in hand.

“You trying to snatch him? That’s not going to happen!”

Jonathan formed a seal with both hands, and the coffin lid instantly closed.

Celestus’ spear struck the coffin lid, causing a series of sparks, yet it failed to even leave a mark on the lid.

“You outlanders have all sorts of treasures, don’t you?”

Celestus steadied himself, and with a wave of his hand, he threw three yellow talismans toward Jonathan.

“Today, not just that man inside, but none of you will be able to escape!”

Boom, boom, boom!

The three yellow talismans ignited one after another, kindling three blazing fireballs in the sky.

Following that, Celestus, with a bold leap, thrust his hand into one of the fireballs.

“Die!”