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Chapter 385: Succeed and Retreat

Lan Jue crouched in a dark corner, hidden in the shadows of an awning He heaved deep, heavy breathes but there was still the light of excite sounds of electricity filled the air as he vanished once again in to a power socket

He’d planned all of this ahead of ti that the Pontiff had been the only one he need fear Joined with Qianlin, these bird-men could be bested Even Metatron couldn’t handle it

It wasn’t that Lan Jue was ‘stronger’ than the Lord Archangel The key lay in planning He knew that everyone in the Citadel feared Jue Di a great deal Seeing the ave hie

Lan Jue had trained in theQianlin’s Queen of Heaven it felt different His comprehension had improved by leaps and bounds Secrets that had been obscured were clear now, and that understanding had helped me escape from the lion’s den unharmed

Metatron’s face was a pale blue – not froer he was struggling to control This was the first tiels that he’d been so thoroughly defeated If this stranger had been a Paragon it would be another matter, but he was just an Adept! A man with a Discipline no further developed than his own Even with all his support, they couldn’t land a single blow Metatron couldn’t afford to lose this ain

Metatron had seen clearly that, had he blocked that final attack, his attacker would have needed tirabbed him them, and kept him locked doith their Discipline Unfortunately, he hadn’t had the strength to content with Lan Jue’s strike

Gabriel and Constantine didn’t say anything, but there was disbelief in their eyes as they stared at Metatron Never once had they seen Metatron ee of his abilities like that And still, this le Adept?

It was also the first time they’d ever encountered a power like this Even now, they couldn’t entirely grasp both the leveraging and explosive force of this martial power That brutal offensive that beat Metatron to the ground still had them stunned

Only Metatron hith – at least, not his eneh misdirection and subtle influence, he’d used his own condensing pohile borrowing Metatron’s ether had been too must, and Lan Jue was able to flee

“Constantine, recall all Inquisitors and ask if they witnessed anything Everyone else, withto tear this city apart until we find hiel was absolutely livid

Metatron was off in the direction Lan Jue had fled He was a flash of golden light as he raced to catch up with the eneht around him revealed all, a physical manifestation of his divine consciousness that was able to differentiate things that were dissiht of Faith

Coht covered a much smaller area While it was an exceptional ability, Lan Jue just needed to remain fifty meters away to ensure he stay hidden

As the others rushed to search through the Cathedral, Lan Jue idly strolled down the lane, away froh to leave the planet directly froht to another city, the capital of Eurfor trouble

He didn’t ponder too long on what the Pontiff would do once he returned His objective was complete, and never once had he used his true Discipline to do it Puzzling out who he ould be alels he was a rank six No one would expect hi in only a few short ed a Disciple of Jue Di… so be it It hat it was Anyway, the distinction wasn’t false In fact it couldn’t be y, commutes between cities rarely exceeded one hour It held true for their trip to Gomorrah, and it was no different now Half an hour after take-off, they were in Europa

Zhou Qianlin and Lan Jue exited the plane together, hand in hand They stepped out on to the streets of Europsa, and Lan Jue turned to his co up, huh?”

Qianlin glared at him “I don’t have a fiance”

Lan Jue had been bored on the trip, and told Qianlin about the tioons after hiet were reopened

“When are we leaving, anyway? Are we going directly from here?” she asked