Chapter 621
Chapter 621: Similar Presence
Translator: Dess Editor: EbonyFrost
Pride reverted to its human size quickly but still had an overpowering aura .
Its eyes scanned over the idol sculptures and its wicked gaze quickly shrouded all over them .
Sloth yawned, as though it didn't care but its real and twisted presence was too obvious .
Pride didn't care, its pride came from within its soul, it didn't care about others including one of its own, Sloth .
In Pride's eyes, Sloth was nothing but an ant . In fact other than itself, every other existence was as small as an ant .
While sensing Pride's rapid growth in strength, Sloth was feeling a rare anxiety as well, as though the rage inside Sloth was restless .
Eventually, it held its feelings down and looked at the half-dead Hector . Sloth devoured Hector with its wicked radiance without further hesitant . It knew the chance was hard to come by and probably only once . If it didn't seize the opportunity, it will fall back into the abyss for eternity .
The wicked aura went rampant inside the tent, some of the sharper Prairies soldiers sensed that something was wrong with Hector's tent but his orders plus his notoriety halted his men from checking .
However, the grumpy Lapierre was an exception . As the fiercest warrior and the most resourceful during battle plus serving directly under the Prairie King's command, he also owned the mighty title that could rival a thousand men himself, his size was almost two heads taller than a common Prairie soldier .
His bulky muscle even made his huge body look extremely strong, his triceps were already the size of a common man's thigh .
Two strips of blue and black lines were drawn under his eyes and extended down to his face . It made his ugly looks even more vicious, striking fear into anyone who laid eyes on him .
Lapierre strode towards Hector's tent .
The soldiers around quickly made way for him . Similar to how they didn't dare disturb Hector, they didn't dare stop Lapierre who was obviously angry at the moment . Anyone who had the courage to do so would be torn apart .
"Damn it, Hector, don't you know it's way past the promised time… It's you!"
Lapierre was scolding loudly, right after he saw Sloth, his scolding turned into a cry of surprise as he mistaken Sloth for the real Kieran .
Lapierre then smiled viciously and threw himself over to Sloth with opened arms .
Blue sparks were ignited on his robust arms when he leaped over .
When Lapierre was right in front of Sloth, the sparks turned into multiple electric currents . Not only did it seal Sloth's way of retreat, it directly went after Sloth in a more ferocious way .
The blueish white electric current instantly engulfed Sloth wholly .
However, from the start of the electric attack, Sloth's lazy facial expression didn't change, even though its origin energy that it had acquired a moment ago has been half depleted .
Sloth disappeared just like that, it vanished into the thin air under the strong electric current but Lapierre's animal instinct told him that Sloth wasn't dead or hurt, it just vanished .
"Arrrrgh! Damn it!"
He swung his arms around as he felt he was being played . The gathered current on his fist burst out instantly in all directions and destroyed Hector's tent .
The Prairies soldiers around the tent were also caught up by the electric current . The soldiers fell to the ground one after another, the first one who came in contact with the electric current was even burnt to crisp, turning him into a charred corpse .
Rage was bursting out of Lapierre's chest, he turned around and gazed over Lightning Fortress from afar . He then dashed towards that direction without further concern .
That bastard vanished before his eyes but he knew where the bastard really was . He wanted to tear him apart with his own hands .
While such thoughts lingered in his mind, Lapierre's steps hastened swiftly and eventually turned into a full on charge .
But just as he left the premise of the main camp, a palm suddenly landed on his shoulder . The palm shook him and forced Lapierre into a fall, crashing on the ground .
Lapierre wasn't angry at all after he suffered the crashed and ate dirt from the ground, in fact, he quickly got back up and kneeled down in a respectful manner .
"My king!" Lapierre lowered his head and addressed with respect .
"Don't be agitated… It's not time yet . "
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