Naming Technique of the Night

Chapter 1679: Chapter 886: Drama Master Intervenes (Part 3)

The Silver City Duke furrowed his brow.

Fragments of destiny are a series of frames, detailing battle specifics in great detail, yet the Duke of Storm City refused to elaborate.

He began to analyze quickly: the other party made this call because they truly saw the Black Knights’ tragic fate in the fragments of destiny.

The other party wants him to be highly alert, aware of the Joker’s existence, and then have him and the Joker fight each other, ideally both suffering severe losses.

For the Roosevelt Royalty, having both him and the Joker die together aligns with their intentions.

But the problem is, no matter what the Drama Master has seen, as long as the Joker is the Joker, the Black Knights will always be under threat…

Because the other knights are unaware of this fact!

“Quickly, inform all Black Knights, the third one is fake, that’s the Joker!” The Silver City Duke hurriedly walked toward the door, loudly instructing, “Prepare the floating airship for me, I need to get to the Aerial Fortress!”

The Aerial Fortresses always stood over various cities, symbolizing a city’s power, and once mobilized, it signified impending war.

After leaving the house, the Silver City Duke felt like he had overlooked something. Strange, the Joker is just an A-Class Knight; no matter how formidable he is, against the Duke’s absolute speed, he is bound to be vulnerable.

Even if the other uses puppeteer techniques to control all his brothers, the Duke can still easily crush him.

Once a knight reaches the demigod level, their strength can’t be overwhelmed by numbers.

Just like when on Deer Island, Li Bingxi fought Uncle Li Dong; no matter how many clones he split into, Uncle Li Dong could shatter them one by one with absolute speed.

So, where does the problem lie? What gives the Joker the power to threaten the entire Black Knights?

Could it be that Uncle Li Dong is here too?

At this moment, the floating airship, which had been on standby overhead, descended. As the Silver City Duke stepped into the airship, he suddenly turned and said, “Lao Twelve, go to the dungeon and kill that He Jinqiu for me. Keeping him around will only breed complications. After killing him, catch up with me on the floating airship.”

One has to admit, the Silver City Duke’s mind is indeed meticulous, still considering eliminating all hidden threats at such a time.

The floating airship ascended, and Lao Twelve quickly led his men towards the dungeon.

Walking through the dim dungeon, seeing the solitary cell at the end of the corridor, an inexplicable chill rose inside him.

Lao Twelve paused for a moment and instructed the soldiers beside him, “Open the door, and execute him on the spot once it’s open.”

The soldiers approached, one went to open the door, while the other two raised their guns, ready to fire at any moment.

But just as the alloy gate was lifted, three exquisite jade swords swiftly flew out from the cell; in a mere moment, the heads of the three soldiers were pierced, and they fell dead on the spot!

Lao Twelve’s expression changed drastically, seeing the hook that once clung to He Jinqiu’s collar bone had been severed by a sharp weapon at some point. The vine rope had fallen to the ground, while He Jinqiu stood expressionless, both hands severed at the wrists, completely missing.

Lao Twelve muttered to himself in dread… It’s over.

This shocking scene made his heart shiver; to think someone could be so ruthless to sever their hands to escape and exact revenge!

What kind of resolve must one have to be this ruthless to oneself?

How could he possibly be someone I can defeat?

He Jinqiu stood there quietly, yet resembled a demon just emerging from the molten lava of Hell, his entire body exuding a tangible murderous intent.

The nine Heart Swords hovered around him like planets orbiting a star.

Moreover, these nine Heart Swords had changed; they now emitted a brilliant silver glow.

Lao Twelve didn’t understand the Hu’s legacy, so he was unaware of its significance.

And He Jinqiu, having achieved what he returned to do, had no more regrets in life.

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Updated 12,800 words on July 13th. What I regret is, this plot indeed can’t be finished in a day. Staying up all night, continuing to write further affects my state. Tonight, I might update two chapters before midnight, focusing on narrative completeness. If the afternoon chapter forms a complete narrative, I’ll release it directly; if not, it’ll be at midnight. Just letting everyone know in advance.