Chapter 340: Part 3

Lin Sheng felt a sudden numbness in his body. A silver cross made up of flower pattern appeared on his chest armor.

“Something’s wrong.” He could feel that the thing was a kind of remote mark. Any organization that was capable of sending Six-wingers was surely a top dog in the business.

So Lin Sheng gathered the little holy power and dark energy that he recovered on his chest. He wanted to get rid of the thing on his chest armor. But the thing was elusive as if it did not exist. He scoured it several times but it just would not budge.

“Sh*t!” Lin Sheng frowned. He was seeing such a pesky thing for the first time. Marked by it, a sense of urgency rose within him.

“F*ck it. Get the soul vessel first!”

Lin Sheng ran his hand through the corpse and found a wallet and a metal disc.

“If it wasn’t for this guy’s had depleted his energy, we would still be fighting now.” It reminded him of the higher-order Darksiders he had fought; they all had scary recovery ability.

After that, Lin Sheng hurried over to the device where the soul vessel was installed.

No one would dare to challenge him now after he killed Bluetail. The cultists had fled at once. The students could not be happier as they did not have to risk their lives anymore. They had all retreated into the SET defense system, leaving Lin Sheng as the only soul on the grassland outside.

He came in front of the soul vessel and plucked it down from the device.

“Good stuff!” Lin Sheng was delighted. Grabbing the crystal-like large soul vessel in his hand, he made it to the exit. He was unhurt, just almost depleting his holy power and barely keeping his Armor of Dawn in shape. As he needed to direct whatever holy power he had recovered to power the Armor of Dawn, he was left with little energy in his body.

Once out of the mysterious realm of Baine University, Lin Sheng leaped forward and maneuvered around buildings like a bolt of lightning using the dark-energy threads, all the while gripping the soul vessel firmly in his hand.

“I need to get back as soon as possible and suppress the soul power with the device. Otherwise, I’ll be exposed.” As he ran, he held up the soul vessel and examined it before his eyes. A smile of satisfaction spread across his face.

The great soul vessel was emitting a strong wave of soul power. Somehow, the energy rapidly declined.

“What the heck? The energy wave is dying down?” Startled, Lin Sheng stopped running. He stood at the top of a tall building and carefully checked the great soul vessel.

“Indeed. It is declining!” Lin Sheng was uneasy. Was there a taboo in handling the soul vessel that he had missed and violated? He kept checking every facet of the soul vessel, trying to find out what caused the problem. But then, he broke a corner of the soul vessel by accident.

However, that led him to discover the true face of this great soul vessel. With the exception of the waves of soul power, the central part of the great soul vessel was hollow.

Lin Sheng crushed the imitation great soul vessel into pieces and found a note inside. it read, “It’d have been better if you did not read this. I will take care of the real great soul vessel. Don’t worry.” At the end of the note was a cartoon smiley.

Wind at the top of the building was freaking cold. Over the horizon, a faint red fireball was slowly rising; it was the morning sun.

Lin Sheng looked up and tore the note into pieces, his face expressionless.

“Great!”

He had directed a part of his power to the position where the soul vessel was earlier. It was to make sure he covered every angle to avoid things from going wrong. By doing this, he had also killed two Oppressor-class cultists while protecting the great soul vessel with his holy power.

At that time, he saw Whalerudder and Blacklion approaching from a distance. But since the soul-power wave was still on, he ignored the two. And that was when things went wrong.

“How dare they took my thing! I’ll make sure you all pay!”

When a gust of wind blew past the building top, Lin Sheng was gone.

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Henricqal International Airport.

Whalerudder and Blacklion were pushing Madram in a wheelchair. They all had changed their faces and costumes, looking like brothers and sisters while queuing up for a security check.

“Is the thing secure?” Madram kept his voice low.

“Secure.” Blacklion nodded. “I can’t believe that the Sevenlocks Tower has f*cked up so quickly!”

“If it weren’t for the elite spoiling the party, the Sevenlocks Tower would have succeeded with their plan: the Divinity’s Advent. Bluetail, the elite they sent could have single-handedly crushed all the remnants of the rabble army of Baine University.” Whalerudder sighed.

“The other two sides have succeeded, except this side,” Madram lamented.

“At least we got the great soul vessel. We can save tons of resources the next time we summoned the Divinity’s Advent,” Blacklion felicitated. The three of them inched forward as they talked.

Soon, they passed the security check and pulled their luggage to the boarding gate, lining up to board the plane as other passengers did.

“What a day!” Whalerudder sat in the window seat, looking at the tarmac under the bright daylight outside and breathing a sigh of relief. They had completed the mission. They could finally leave.

Soon, after the last passenger got on board, the door closed, and the plane taxied to the runway.

The flight attendants began to broadcast in the cabin, reminding everyone to fasten their seat belts, open the sunshade, straighten the seat back, and tuck away the tray.

A couple of minutes later, the plane suddenly stopped.

“Dear passengers, the aircraft has a technical problem. It needs fixing. Dear passengers, the aircraft has a technical problem. It needs fixing. Please disembark according to your seat order and take another plane of Azure Airline,” the broadcast repeated.

Everyone was dumbfounded; no one had expected this. The flight attendants kept apologizing to the passangers and promising compensations.

Soon the plane stopped, opened its hatch as passengers got off the plane, grumbling.

Blacklion and the other two had to pull the luggage and disembarked since there was nothing they could do about it. Just when they got off the plane, they saw a burly figure wearing a white armor standing next to the plane, watching them from afar.

Lin Sheng began to strode toward them, the corner of his mouth arching in a hideous smile under the face mask.

As Madram had never seen how kickass Lin Sheng was, he was calm. But not Blacklion and Whalerudder; they were scared stiff.

“Let’s split!” Blacklion snarled and ran like a man possessed to the left. Whalerudder got the hint and dashed to the right. But before she could make ten meters out, Lin Sheng had stood in her way, holding Blacklion and Madram by their throats, each on one hand.

“Don’t be alarmed. I’m not going to hurt you three,” Lin Sheng said. “My name is Seagal. I’m looking for the holy vessel that has vanished from the sanctum for many years.” A smile spread across his face.

“Don’t worry. Even if you don’t hand over the holy vessel, I’m not going to kill you just because I’m angry.”

Lin Sheng tightened his hands, their necks cracked as if they might break at any time.