Everyone Is A Lord: My Talent Is A Little Too Strong Chapter 2871: 1572: Deeper and More Astonishing
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“Xiaofan, this isn’t the moment for joking around!”
Lena shot a look at the Stone Spirit obstructing her path, her brows knitting together as she stated, “At this moment, only the Emperor of the Humans can save Father King!”
“Is that the famed Emperor of the Humans who’s been making waves lately?”
The Stone Spirit called Xiaofan fixed his gaze on Leo Ray briefly before moving out of the way, then addressed Lena: “Your Highness, let me go with you!”
“Keep up!”
Lena’s tone remained urgent as she surged ahead once more, with Xiaofan right on her heels, both racing into the tunnel.
Seeing this unfold, Leo Ray gave a nod to his elite subordinates and trailed after them.
Stepping into this clearly broader tunnel, Leo Ray observed even more details.
Unlike the timeworn castle walls scarred by countless years, these surfaces, while patchy, appeared far more recent. Just as Lena had noted, they dated back about a hundred years. Even the ripple designs varied slightly, showing they came from different hands.
Further along, Leo Ray picked up on additional signs.
The Stone Spirit Xiaofan kept casting furtive, probing looks his way, laced with clear wariness.
Lena and the elite guards with her sensed the palpable strain, and even the usually composed Fei’er betrayed it.
It made sense—the foe professed to be a god, boasting an enormous frame and strange defenses that echoed “Corrosion” eerily. Their true nature remained a mystery.
“Yet it’s clear this enemy, much like the sand-robed elder, is merely a fragment of a broken life essence.”
With this thought racing through his mind, Leo Ray eyed the elite fighters around him. Since facing the sand-robed elder, his power had soared dramatically. Should the foe opt for a final stand, victory might still be within grasp.
Right then, a thick metallic tang of blood assaulted his senses.
Ahead, the previously barren tunnel now shimmered with ghostly white light, as though clogged by a writhing mass of fluff.
Looking closer, it was a horde of Guardians of Devouring crammed together, sealing off the route entirely.
“Are those the Guardians of Devouring Your Majesty mentioned earlier?”
The elite guards couldn’t suppress their sharp intakes of breath, shivers racing down their backs.
Those eyeball-sized pale orbs radiated intense malice, stirring a profound unease, if not the outright terror of “Corrosion.”
“Your Majesty, that’s the entrance to the temple!”
Lena’s steps faltered noticeably, her voice quivering as she warned Leo Ray: “They started as scattered white drifters, but now they’re packed so thick!”
“Her Highness speaks true—the numbers just keep swelling, like some endless horror.”
Xiaofan swallowed hard on reflex, clutching tighter to his wave-etched Fishman Longsword.
“Just as anticipated.”
Enveloped in pulsing violet Magic Radiance, Leo Ray strode at the head of the party.
He had witnessed this very sight before at the Medusa’s Holy Land.
The Guardians of Devouring facing them locked onto the group’s approach, their dark pupils swiveling slowly, the ambient killing intent surging.
Leo Ray paid it no mind, pressing onward toward them.
“Human Emperor, they strike at anyone nearing the temple door!”
Xiaofan could no longer stay silent, his brows creasing in warning: “These ghostly beings shrug off every assault!”
Before Xiaofan finished speaking, the lead hundred Guardians of Devouring exploded forward at blinding speed, lunging straight at Leo Ray!
In a flash, ferocious winds howled through the tunnel, the onslaught of the Guardians of Devouring ringing in every ear.
Nearly instantaneously, the nearest ones closed in on Leo Ray.
As they closed the gap, the pale, fist-sized forms of the Guardians of Devouring ballooned outward, their pupil-like black spots splitting wide into cavernous maws, poised to swallow Leo Ray whole.
The abrupt assault left Lena, Xiaofan, and the rest just behind him frozen in shock, eyes bulging.
“Human Emperor, watch out!”
Lena’s cry brimmed with alarm, almost a scream.
Truth be told, the Fish Princess had turned to Leo Ray in sheer desperation, unaware of his true prowess.
Now, beholding him confront such a swarm of spectral white orbs single-handedly, her anxiety was plain.
These monstrosities had already consumed over a thousand top Fishman elite, even a half-step Tier 7 Personal Guard Captain!
Next to Lena, Xiaofan mirrored her fretful look, tinged with despair.
Evidently, this Emperor of the Human Race fails to comprehend the terror unleashed by these ghostly white eyeballs—merely bold yet reckless, he’s likely doomed to perish right here.