Semua Bab Living With My Lady Boss: Bab 1301 - Bab 1310

That thing Loja was wielding was supposed to outsmart the laws of this universe? If that were the case, one attack from Loja's snake sword alone would be capable of destroying the entire universe. Loja would not even need to waste his time with Wilbur. Just as Loja had said those words, however, his gaze narrowed and flashed with disbelief. A deep crack appeared on the snake sword. It continued to spread, slowly eroding the snake sword. Wilbur then said coldly, "It looks like that merciful father of yours wasn't exactly telling you the truth, either." The historical halberd did not possess a terrifying amount of power, nor was it ablaze with roaring spiritual flames. However, its capability to erode everything it touched was no small feat either. Loja let out a cry of fury. The snake sword swung against the halberd once more, exploding soundlessly. Wilbur turned sharply, flicking the halberd around in an impossibly deft counter-attack toward Loja. Loja roared wildly,

"What are you standing there for? Why aren't you getting on your knees to thank Mister Penn?" Prince Bhumi shouted at the dazed cultivators. Amidst their panic, the cultivators fell to their knees in gratitude for Wilbur's gesture. Prince Bhumi's words were clearly approving of Wilbur's actions, solidifying his stance on the entire matter. Loja was too far gone and killing him had undoubtedly been the right choice. After everyone had thanked Wilbur, Prince Bhumi smiled. "Could we sit down for a talk, Mister Penn?" "I need to rush to Freeca as soon as possible. I don't have much time," said Wilbur. Prince Bhumi looked clearly disappointed, but still said, "Let's have that talk now, then." "Go ahead," said Wilbur. Prince Bhumi seemed to have made up his mind in advance as he said the words, "I'd like to appoint you as my teacher, sir. Would you be open to that?" The cultivators' jaws dropped open in shock. Prince Bhumi's teacher? That was an enormous position. It wa

A crack rang through the air. Michael had lashed the whip against the man's body ruthlessly. The spikes on the whip dug into the man's flesh at once, sending a bone-chilling pain through his body. He cried out in agony, looking ready to pass out at any moment. The next second, however, the holy flames on the whip emitted recovery energy, healing the wounds the whip had just caused. The agonizing pain persisted, reaching deep into his soul and making the man howl once more. Michael sneered coldly, and the whip struck down harshly a few more times. His ways with the whip could be seen as an art form, with the way he flicked it deftly like a venomous snake. The lashes seemed to land however he wanted them to, but Michael managed to have the whip strike a different patch of flesh every single time. The goal was for every inch of the victim's skin to feel this agonizing pain. Every lash was absolute torment on the victim's flesh and soul, and no average person would be abl

"How are things over at the border?" Wilbur asked. Karl responded, "We've set up a relocation point for any refugee believers who have managed to escape to be moved to somewhere safe, but there have been many more who have either been captured or just killed outright." "They've gone too far." Catherine's face lit up with a red glow of fury. "Cameron," Wilbur called out. "Yes, Your Holiness." Cameron hurried to stand. "How many men do you have now?" asked Wilbur coldly. "Vice Captain Dawson and I make up two Ambience levels. We have three beginner Ambience levels as well, and also thirty Aura level members of the church militia," Cameron replied. Wilbur nodded. "Go to the borders now to take our believers in. As long as they've crossed the borders, kill anyone who dares to come after them." "Yes, Your Holiness." Cameron and Dawson got to their feet and bowed, hurrying off to do as told at once. "Does our church have any fighting strength as of now?" Wilbur then asked

Thus, there were still believers of the Church of the Flame Dragon Lord who would escape to the border and be relocated to Gango by the church members at the border. Everyone knew that the Pope of the Flame Dragon Lord Church and Sheik of Saturn Village, Trevor Penn, had connections to the national president of Gango. The patrol guards would turn a blind eye to this, and even help with relocating the refugee believers from time to time. At the same time, Cameron and Dawson had made it to the border. There was a tent that the Church of the Flame Dragon Lord had set up around three kilometers from the border. Cameron and Dawson had arrived with a hundred members of the church militia, taking over the situation the second they arrived. It was currently around three in the afternoon. Cameron and Dawson stood on the peak of a nearby hill, overlooking the border from a short distance. "Captain, do you think we'll really get into a fight with the Church of Holy Illuminati?" Dawson