Chapter 382
Chapter 382: Impossible to guard
Translator: Dess Editor: Zayn_
Jeanne had heard the loud explosion a while ago, but she was not a bit concerned .
She knew it was Folly's ace card, and after witnessing Folly utilizing the Raven sect's secret technique, she was sure that enemy had been turned into ash with that blast and the flames .
So, all she needed to do was wait patiently and wait for her best consultant to decipher the defensive magic set by Fandral; she believed it would soon be fruitful .
No doubt Fandral was Warren's strongest sorcerer, but every person had a weakness, and so did the strongest sorcerer . Fandral longed for an outstanding heir to his powers .
To Jeanne, all she need to do was to slightly make arrangements to exploit that obvious weakness, and she could get what she wanted with open hands .
Her disciple was up to her expectation; not only did she prove to be exceptionally useful at crucial times, but she provided Jeanne with a lot of Fandral's secerts .
The sorcerer's power originated from the mystic . Once the mysterious veil was lifted, the sorcerer would have no power to utilize anymore .
She had grasp over Fandral's secret since then!
Even though it was not all, but it was enough for her to easily break Fandral's setup .
"Sand of Time, you need to be faster!"
She didn't sound rushed . After speaking, she sat down on the chair that her followers had brought over with their presence of mind .
As she sat down, her followers quickly gathered around her .
The followers originated from the nobles, the military, the mobs and even the civilians . All of them were looking at Jeanne with a fanatic look and blazing eyes . They never thought their lady of their dreams would fail .
Even if she did, it was their mistake!
So when Kieran appeared before Jeanne, the followers threw themselves over like true fanatics, absent of their minds .
"KILL HIM! KILL HIM!"
The heavy roars similar to a beast were coming out of the followers' mouth .
Kieran was looking a little shocked at the fanaticism of these faces; it was a type of expression he had never seen before . Their face were ferociously twisted, but their gaze was as solid as rock and iron . Anyone who saw their faces would have chills in their heart and their backs, but it didn't stop Kieran from swinging his sword .
[Arrogant Word] brewed up a cyclone of death, slashing those who threw themselves over in half .
They were not too hard to deal with . Although the men before Kieran were stronger than a common man, there was a huge gap when compared to Kieran himself .
The advantages that Kieran had established since the newbie dungeon kept changing and improving through many normal dungeons and special dungeons .
His process was like brewing wine . The longer the brew duration, the richer the aroma of the wine when he opened the cork . Even though the cork was not opened at the moment, clues of his powers were overflowing .
Clap, Clap, Clap!
After the last standing follower fell, slow claps sounded .
Jeanne, who was sitting in the chair, inspected Kieran with her strange gaze .
"2567, Andy's disciple . It is quite unimaginable that "Heavy Swordsman" Andy could raise a powerful person like you…"
Jeanne said slowly; her voice was like a pleasant melody, flowing into Kieran's ears .
She was displaying a noble, stern face, showing that her holiness couldn't be tainted .
If it was not for the broken limbs all over the place and blood flowing like a river but a church instead, one would have thought they were meeting the holy maiden .
Though, the following moment surprised Kieran .
"Are you willing to serve me?"
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