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Chapter 1305: 1303: The 7th Angel Envoy · Oct 14, 2026

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1301 Chapter 1299: 1297: Gazing into the Leap 2026-10-14
1302 Chapter 1300: 1298: Sunrise and Invitation 2026-10-14
1303 Chapter 1301: 1299: The Fog 2026-10-14
1304 Chapter 1302: 1300: Rugged Road 2026-10-14
1305 Chapter 1303: 1301: The Pawnʼs Collision 2026-10-14
1306 Chapter 1304: 1302 Shatter 2026-10-14
1307 Chapter 1305: 1303: The 7th Angel Envoy 2026-10-14
1308 Chapter 1306: 1304: The Wisdom of the Sanctuary 2026-10-14
1309 Chapter 1307: 1305: Flashing 2026-10-14
1310 Chapter 1308: 1306: Double Click 2026-10-14
1311 Chapter 1309: 1307: Difficult Concealment 2026-10-14
1312 Chapter 1310: 1308: Morning Sleep 2026-10-14
1313 Chapter 1311: Revised: 1309 Imprisonment 2026-10-14
1314 Chapter 1312: 1310: The Herderʼs First Lesson 2026-10-14
1315 Chapter 1313: 1311: The Prisonerʼs Urge 2026-10-14
1316 Chapter 1314: 1312 Transformation 2026-10-14
1317 Chapter 1315: 1313: Blooming 2026-10-14
1318 Chapter 1316: 1314: Body of Impurities 2026-10-14
1319 Chapter 1317: 1315 Nightmare Breeding Ground 2026-10-14
1320 Chapter 1318: 1316: The Tidal Reversal 2026-10-14
1321 Chapter 1319: 1317: Taboos Before the Hall 2026-10-14
1322 Chapter 1320: 1318: To Frame A Charge 2026-10-14
1323 Chapter 1321: 1319: Going to the Seaside 2026-10-14
1324 Chapter 1322: 1320: The Last Sanctuary 2026-10-14
1325 Chapter 1323: 1321: Limit Enlightenment 2026-10-14
1326 Chapter 1324: 1322: Flesh Erosion by Emptiness 2026-10-14
1327 Chapter 1325: 1323: Discussion of the Conclusion 2026-10-14
1328 Chapter 1326: 1324: Sincerity and Gratitude 2026-10-14
1329 Chapter 1327: 1325: Going to the Meeting 2026-10-14
1330 Chapter 1328: 1326: Night Visit to the Vampire (Part 1) 2026-10-14
1331 Chapter 1329: 1327: Night Visit to the Vampire (Part 2) 2026-10-14
1332 Chapter 1330: 1328: Night Visit to the Vampire (3) 2026-10-14
1333 Chapter 1331: 1329: Night Visit to the Vampire (4) 2026-10-14
1334 Chapter 1332: 1330: Nocturnal Visit to the Vampire (5) 2026-10-14
1335 Chapter 1333: 1331: Night Visit to the Vampire (6) 2026-10-14
1336 Chapter 1334: 1332: A Night Visit to the Vampire (7) 2026-10-14
1337 Chapter 1335: 1333: A Night Visit to the Vampire (8) 2026-10-14
1338 Chapter 1336: 1334: Night Visit to the Vampire (9) 2026-10-14
1339 Chapter 1337: 1335: Night Visit to the Vampire (10) 2026-10-14
1340 Chapter 1338: 1336: Night Visit to the Vampire (End) 2026-10-14
1341 Chapter 1339: 1337: The Dominatorʼs High-End Techniques 2026-10-14
1342 Chapter 1340: 1338: The Pontiffʼs Clumsy Artwork 2026-10-14
1343 Chapter 1341: 1339 Fingertips 2026-10-14
1344 Chapter 1342: 1340 Countdown 2026-10-14
1345 Chapter 1343: 1341: Midnight Snack and the Sleepless Ones 2026-10-14
1346 Chapter 1344: 1342: Fallen Guest Empire (Part 1) 2026-10-14
1347 Chapter 1345: 1343: Fallen Guest Empire (Part 2) 2026-10-14
1348 Chapter 1346: 1344: Fallen Guest Empire (3) 2026-10-14
1349 Chapter 1347: 1345: Fallen Guest Empire (4) 2026-10-14
1350 Chapter 1348: 1346: Fallen Guest Empire (5) 2026-10-14

Chapter 1305: Chapter 1303: The 7th Angel Envoy

Crack!

The dreamlike radiance finally faded away, yet the crisp sound of Ice Crystal shattering still echoed, intensifying the surrounding stillness.

Although the special effects had ceased, everyone kept their eyes fixed on that figure, not daring to underestimate him for even a moment.

That thing… was stopped?

Having experienced it firsthand twice before, Amila instinctively prepared to dodge in that brief instant.

But the scene that followed undeniably shattered her worldview.

This man not only detected the attack before anyone else but also confronted an opponent that even Hunters found insurmountable.

And he really stopped it, relying on what he called the “Guiding Moonlight.”

Pollution versus pollution?

Impossible—this fundamentally made no sense…

Shaken to her core, Amila couldn’t resist stepping forward to inspect it. Yet wherever she touched, she found nothing.

Whether blocked or severed, amidst the thick fog, there was no residual debris—not even the invisible kind—as if…

“Perhaps all I did was strike a pose and shatter a rusty sword, proving nothing at all.”

An instant later, a voice voiced her unspoken thoughts.

Fu Qian returned to his leisurely stance, inspecting the weapon reduced to barely more than a hilt.

The form of this disposable object proved to be truly unique.

Like a fierce collision that left no trace, Fu Qian was certain that under the previous blow, his opponent had completely ceased to exist.

And still, the final outcome was genuinely “nonexistent,” as if silently dissolving into the fog.

“No, I know it’s there, even though I don’t understand how you did it.”

Apparently, Simon was straightforward, possibly due to the lack of emotional interference, and his blunt words instantly silenced Lord Reginald’s urge to express his thoughts.

“To face and demolish that thing head-on—it’s a remarkable power, the likes of which I’ve never seen before.”

Well, of course—that’s not something every place has experts as creative as we do.

Listening to Simon’s assessment, Fu Qian felt anything but modest inside.

The force that disposed of the disposable item belonged, naturally, to the indestructible might of the Second Phase of the Pseudo-God, augmented by the Calamity Authority of the Abandonment King.

Naturally, this core burst of frenzy was cleverly concealed under that facade of splendor, all attributed to the might of the Pontiff.

And to make the effect even more convincing, Fu Qian specifically added the Tyrant’s Fist.

Previously tested under Frostburn’s effect, the latter astounding turned into a Frost Scythe, seamlessly compatible with the cross-slashing Gorgeous Rapier.

This was also why, after a single strike, remnants of shattering Ice Crystals lingered mid-air.

…

In short, the performance was a resounding success.

Clearly, the three-person escort team finally heard the voice of the Herder.

Even the sword fulfilled the seemingly unbearable destiny it was entrusted with.

“It’s not surprising that you’ve never seen it.”

Fu Qian gripped the icy hilt, shattered it into fragments, letting gemstones scatter onto the ground as he casually responded to Simon.

“After all, within this fleeting unreality, there were only seven of us to spread this Gospel.”

“…Why seven?”

It was clear Amila wanted to challenge the notion of unreality, but ultimately, her curiosity triumphed for now.

“Because I am the Seventh Apostle, serving the exalted Dark Moon.”

Fu Qian glanced at her, his tone becoming increasingly unearthly.

“The moment I touched the moonlight, I knew this unequivocally.”

It was easy to imagine he was referring to that moment in the hospital basement during the nightmare, where he had been sheltered by moonlight—a scene Amila found herself at a loss to comment on.

“Dark Moon Apostle… What about the other six?”

Fortunately, someone else picked up the thread of conversation. Reginald naturally asked the question.

Ah, this was the moment he’d been waiting for!

Fu Qian mentally praised him, but his demeanor did not waver, staying in character as he avoided speaking in human terms.

“When you meet them, you’ll know… You will absolutely know.”

…

Amila’s bewildered expression revealed little; Simon couldn’t be read at all, though Lord Reginald’s momentary change in expression spoke volumes.

Feigning calm yet betraying stiffness in his demeanor, it seemed the title of “Dark Moon Apostle” was not entirely new to him.

After the incident involving Good Doctor Leytin, the Sect elders had clearly locked down the information.

And only when Amila submitted her report did Reginald, as someone higher in rank, receive more comprehensive feedback.

For instance, he learned details about a thug named Herbert and the moonlight and coldness he spread.

Even mere hours ago, evidence had confirmed that Herbert was, in fact, a legendary member of the Bloodline Clan, brazenly trespassing into the West District Church in an exceedingly arrogant manner.

If his title included “Clan,” then the whereabouts of the other five “Apostles” easily sparked people’s imagination.

As for the Hunter, Simon, Fu Qian surmised he likely had an even clearer understanding of the circumstances.

For the next moment, Reginald couldn’t help but glance at him, seemingly seeking his opinion.

“Thank you for your insight. As far as I’m concerned, you’ve already proven a great deal.”

And, true to form, Simon finally spoke, yanking the conversation back on track.

“The obstacles in our path are now cleared—we should continue forward… I hope to remain polite, so do you still remember the way?”

“Of course. The reason I’m here is specifically to show you the way forward.”

Fu Qian seemed utterly immersed in his Apostle persona, to the point where he even glanced upward before moving.

As though gazing through the mist, beholding the Moon high above.

…

“So, I am curious, Mr. An Ke.”

As the journey progressed, it unfolded surprisingly peacefully.

Until after a certain distance, Reginald could no longer bear following Fu Qian, who genuinely looked like he was leading the lost, and finally spoke up to question him.

“At this so-called Nightmare Border, what’s your take on the attack? Was it meant to stop you from tearing apart this dreamlike boundary?”

The inquiry was noticeably pointed, yet Fu Qian didn’t look back, merely countering with a question of his own.

“A reasonable hypothesis. But I’m more intrigued by your inner thoughts—like how you understand the existence of disposable pieces.”

“The supreme Star Law seems to have little effect on them. I once thought you’d prefer to believe this mist had drawn you into a nightmare.”

…

The words cut deeply. When it came to “law equating correctness,” the Celestial Sphere Sect and the Bloodline Clan seemed remarkably aligned.

Yet now, error unfolded plainly before them, even torn wide open once again before their eyes.

“To be honest, I truly wonder why you wouldn’t think so.”

Fu Qian clearly wasn’t prepared to let them off the hook. The next moment, he abruptly stopped, bending down to pick up something from the ground.

It was a short gun with a familiar design, similar to the equipment used by Raphaide and his men. Yet at this moment, its barrel was riddled with rust.

“I don’t know when you last updated this model with your police force, but it seems to have been lying here for many, many years.”

“Just like that sword.”

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