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Chapter 652  Finally, They Meet

Well, the rest could be guessed. Imagine Lord Asmodeus appearing now and taking care of this little matter himself? Several people had shivers crawling up their spines just thinking about it. The air was thick with tension, wondering if the Horsman had begun disrupting the portal or not. Their feet quickened, and their minds were no longer at ease. To hell with it! Doyle ripped his human skin, allowing his grotesque form to be illuminated by slivers of moonlight filtering through the canopy. It was not just him, as many others couldn\'t be bothered to keep up appearances at a time like this. Grahhh~

Their skin, some sickly green, others brown, and some red, covered in scales, warts, pimples, boils, rotting flesh, and deadly sharpened body parts that glinted menacingly. Their sharp claws and jagged teeth added to their fearsome appearance, as they darted onwards.

It was dead of night, and not even a single owl dared to stay around these parts, all because of the strange wicked energy they perceived. Too quiet… It was too silent. No crickets, no frogs croaking, nothing. Several creatures practically looked like they were flying through the trees.

Wait! Several people paused, when spotting a cloaked hooded being rushing into a cave from a distance. He had the same build as that Horseman, and wore an iron mask too. "There!"

Someone exclaimed, and everyone\'s heart raced wildly. The way their bodies reacted was insane.

The hate… the fury…. Everything was just too much! And without knowing it, their feet also moved faster than normal. Oh No! The cave was the hiding spot for the portal. They must get there fast before that bastard begins his tempering!

Everyone was sweating buckets of anxiety. But maybe because of this, they didn\'t take time to properly study the so-called horseman who was leading them on. And by the time they realized someone was amiss, it was already too late. What\'s going on? Several creatures stopped dead in their tracks. Then, several silhouettes appeared in a circular formation around them.

Doyle squinted his eyes at a certain silhouette, before laughing maniacally with his hands on his belly.

Well, he recognized one of them.

"My Dear President Ghant, It\'s quite funny, running into you here… But don\'t you think you\'re a bit underpowered to go against me, talk less of everyone else here?"

"Looks like you fell into our hands quite easily, my dear Vice-president." Ghant taunted.

If eyes could kill, Doyle would be dead by now. Do you know what he, Ghant, had gone through because of his dear old friend standing opposite him?

Do you know how bad his beloved Vardos was hit due to Ghant\'s constant poking?

If it were before, Ghant would still be shaken and afraid to face Doyle. But now… Heh. n/o/vel/b//in dot c//om

"Doyle, I, President Ghant, am proud to tell you that you are under arrest!... And I will be the one sending you away for the ultimate judgment! Make no mistake about that, old friend."

"Oh? Under arrest, you say?" Doyle licked his lips wickedly. "I\'d like to see you try. What are you going to do? Blow my friends and I, all up with grenades?"

Please, they realized they\'ve just walked into a trap. Perhaps the Horseman had worked with Ghant to set this trap up for them.

But so what?

If they get blown up, it will only be a matter of time before they regenerate. Their only fear would be not handling the Horseman now, and letting this golden opportunity fly them by.

No!

Even if they won\'t die from getting blown up, they must avoid it and first deal with the horseman to ensure their safety!

With those thoughts in mind, the expressions of Doyle and his entourage, turned subtle. "Lord Ghant, why waste time talking with these soon-to-be slaves?" Earl D\'jagarria\'s patience was wearing thin. And his fangs were also growing several times abnormally too. Already, his grotesque form was nothing any ordinary mortal could swallow. Who knew there was still so much transformation left on him?

He was like a giant hairless bat, with rotting flesh and crooked body parts. One should know that the stronger an underworld creature was, the ugly its true form looked. None of the other D\'jaggarians looked as hideous as the Earl. Why… he was the Grand Poohbah of them all, the big fish, the Godfather who led them all. "Enough small talk, human. Since the facade is up, we\'ll be the ones asking you the questions."

Several creatures moved closer to the humans encircling them. "Listen here, humans… we are only going to ask you once." The Earl spoke. "Where is the Horseman?"

The Horseman? Everyone chuckled. It seems it was time to finally let the cat out of the bag. Ghant raised his brow, looking at Doyle, the Earl, and the other creatures slyly. "Dead."

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Dead? Do you think they are fools? Who then has been taking care of the remaining horsemen? Who was it that has been disrupting their plans over and over again?

Don\'t think you can tell them any cock-and-bull reason and expect them to believe it!