Chapter 627 Chaotic Foplya Consulate
The wounded Rory let out a hoarse roar.
Wynter knew that more people would be coming in. She glanced at Dalton and said, “I’ll leave this to you.
Until we meet again.”
Her words sounded nice, but in reality, she was just using these Foplyans as a barrier to block Dalton.
Dalton chuckled at her words. “You better really be able to run.”
“Later.” Wynter didn’t waste any more time. Judging from Dalton’s demeanor, she might not make it out
alive if she were caught.
He could crush a wooden doll so easily. These Foplyans would only delay him for a few minutes.
Wynter told herself that she had to run fast.
She h
had found Nixon’s soul. As long as she pulled out the other spirits from the formation, everything would end, including the lingering Earthbound Formation.
Clearly, Dalton saw through her plan. But unfortunately, the Foplyans kept coming in one group after
another.
Dalton couldn’t kill humans, as that was against the rules, but he could cause them to have a mental
breakdown.
He let the black mist surge up from below the well, revealing a parade of spirits to the Foplyans.
In an instant, all the Foplyans who had barged in froze in their tracks. They saw the most horrifying scene.
Dalton, dressed in a blood–red robe, stood tall under the shade, looking noble and beautiful. Behind him surged spirits and demons capable of seizing souls.
“They’re yours now.” With Dalton’s words, the spirits began to stir with hatred. They despised these Foplyans the most.
Dalton didn’t even heed to instruct them specifically. They wouldn’t let a single one escape.
The armed Foplyans, who had done all kinds of evil, began to feel fear. They wanted to run but found that all the doors and windows of the laboratory were tightly shut, just like how they shut those innocent
children inside.
If they managed to escape, they would find themselves in the field or classroom. If not, they would be trapped in the dark, never seeing the light of day.
Although just a door away, the distance felt insurmountable.
Rory lay on the ground, unable to bear the intense resentment. He was still thinking about Gabby. Not giving up, he tried to piece together the shattered wooden debris.
These Foplyans were scared but unrepentant. They believed that all the Cascadians who died here
Chapter 627 Chaotic Foplya Consulate
deserved it and that even if Cascadia wasn’t theirs now, it would belong to them in the future.
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Some Foplya soldiers even shouted boldly, “Come on, you lowly pigs! Only when you’re dead will you dare to lay a hand on us!”
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