Chapter 613 Revenge
Everything around him had dissolved into chaos, but the immediate space around Jonathan and the middle-aged man a distance away was unaffected. “You’ve been waiting for me?”
Jonathan looked at the man in confusion as he held onto a strange bronze handbell. However, the man was not looking at Jonathan; he was looking at Heaven Sword and sighing. “You don’t belong here, but you’ve appeared with my sword. Is this what the heavens want?”
“What? I don’t understand what you’re trying to say,” Jonathan uttered. “Am I not supposed to be at home? Where is this place?”
The middle-aged man raised his head to stare at Jonathan and said with relief in his eyes, “This is the grave I’ve made for myself.” As he spoke, he waved his hands, and the things beneath Jonathan’s feet changed. In the blink of an eye, they were standing on top of a tall mountain. The man, who was now beside Jonathan, pointed at the distant sky.
“Look at the pattern of the mountains here. Concealed in them are the seven greatest formations. The technique of soul sealing has made this place into an abyss. Although there are still flaws to it, I’ve killed ten thousand beasts to get their crystal cores and fix the flaw. Once this place is activated, no life will be able to survive, not unless the world turns upside down and nature changes. So this place won’t appear in the normal world.”
Jonathan felt chills running to the extremities of his limbs as he listened to the middle-aged man’s words. How can someone be so ruthless toward themselves? He made an abyss to suppress himself?
However, when Jonathan’s gaze landed on the valley below him, his eyes widened. This mountain… This is the same mountain I saw in the hallucination back then! Did Heaven Sword guide me here?
“Who are you?” Jonathan icily asked the middle-aged man. The middle-aged man turned back to Jonathan. Just as he was about to speak, a flash of amusement danced across his eyes.
“You don’t even know who I am? It seems like my name never spread.”
The middle-aged man then cast his eyes downward at his sword with a sigh again before throwing it to Jonathan.
“Go back. Go back to where you belong. We’ll meet again if our encounter is destined to be.”
As the middle-aged man spoke, he moved his fingers to activate a technique. The barrier around Jonathan disappeared, and everything returned to chaos.
By the time he opened his eyes again, he was greeted by the sight of a few anxious faces.
“Jason?” Jonathan hesitantly called out when he saw Jason’s face, which was as pale as a sheet of paper.
“Sh*t…” Jason softly cursed as he sat down on the bed at the side upon hearing Jonathan call him.
“Mr. Goldstein, what were you doing?” Jason questioned.
“You’ve been unconscious for a whole day. If you weren’t going to wake up any time soon, I would have cut you up to find out what’s wrong.”
I’ve been out for a whole day?
Jonathan’s heart skipped a beat when he saw the blood-soaked bandages that were wrapped around Jason’s chest.
The medical team members were all skillful doctors. On any other day, Donald and the others would have no issue taking over Jason’s role if Jason was hurt.
However, Jason was waiting by his side despite his own injuries. It was a sign of how bad his state was when he was unconscious.
Jonathan slowly turned his head to the side. The Heaven Sword in his hand was no longer flickering and was back to its normal state.
As he mulled over what he had dreamed about, he drew his brows together.
Everything had seemed logical while he was in that world—even if dozens of years had gone by in seconds, and even if he had moved a mile ahead with every step.
However, now that he thought about it, he realized there was something amiss about that world.
The three people he had met—the youth, the young man, and the middle-aged man—were all the same person.
The strangest thing was the sword in the youth and young man’s hand, for that was Heaven Sword that Jonathan wielded.
Therefore, Jonathan realized that he had met the true owner of Heaven Sword and witnessed the man’s whole life.
With those thoughts in mind, Jonathan fell into a daze staring at Heaven Sword.
In the meantime, Jason waved his hands and brought the rest of the medical team out of the room.
The look in Jonathan’s eyes turned solemn as he thought about the middle-aged man.
He could not figure out if the scene he had encountered was a pre-recorded scene or if he truly went back in time to the early days of Heaven Sword.
Nevertheless, the middle-aged man’s words kept ringing in Jonathan’s ear.
He’s killing thousands of beasts to fix the flaws of the formation to keep himself suppressed. What in the world has he experienced? And what does he mean when he said that we’ll meet again if it’s destined to be?
Jonathan had a feeling that the secrets of Heaven Sword were going to be shocking.
Right then, Jonathan recalled the two techniques that the youth had used to kill the six-armed ancient ape. At that, he hastily walked out of the room.
“Bring me a pen and a paper, quick!”
On the endless grasslands of Merania, a fleet of cars were approaching in the night.
Maximilian was tiredly staring at the map on his tablet in the command vehicle.
“Order them to turn toward the northeast. Once we’re fifty kilometers within reach of the borders between Chanaea and Merania, we’ll continue heading east.”
“Yes, sir!”
After the signaler conveyed the message, he curiously turned to Maximilian and asked, “Maximilian, we’re fifteen kilometers away from the border, and we’re safe. Will Shusonna Army really cross the border just to attack us?”
Maximilian was holding onto a cigarette with his right hand, so he used his left to massage his temple.
“I don’t know, but according to the documents, Kane has a fiery temper. This time, we’ve destroyed Northern Crimson Prison and made the Mysonna Army lose their supply. The West Region Army has been chasing us for over a hundred kilometers, and more than thirty thousand people are either dead or injured. Asura’s Office will never let us go. Retreating like this will be too challenging. If we go with our plan, the remaining six hundred of us should toss our weapons and split up before returning to Doveston.”
Despite Maximilian’s words, the look in his eyes was a complicated one.
Is it still worth returning to Diyouli Army?
Horace, the commander-in-chief of the special operations unit had given up on retreating at the end of the war; he had chosen to relieve himself of the position by getting shot to death.
Maximilian had to admit that he envied Horace.
There was no right nor wrong in war, but the trip to Mysonna had seemed like a wrong decision.
Eight horses galloped on the grasslands in the night.
Riding on those horses were eight masked people.
“Once you see the opponent’s fleet of cars, prepare for long-range attack. We’ll deal with the command vehicle first and cut off their communication.”
“Understood!”
The eight riders then split up.
A thousand meters away, two snipers had their guns trained on the moving car fleet.
“I’m on the first car, and you’ll be in charge of the command vehicle in the middle. We’ll fire at the same time,” said one of the men with a black mask.
“Roger that. I’m ready.”
“We’re in no rush. The cars will pass by the lake in front of us, and the shortest distance between us and them will be six hundred and fifty meters. We’ll wait for a little longer.”
Meanwhile, the eight riders split into four teams and quickly narrowed the gap between them and the cars.
A siren rang out in the command vehicle.
“Sir, the drone has detected heat signatures approaching us. There are eight men on horses.”
Bang!
After an ear-piercing explosive sound, the cars carrying the communication officers swayed to the side and rolled over.
Far away from them, on a hill, two masked snipers pulled the trigger again. This time, their target was the drone in the sky.
