Novel & Cerita Goku Black Masked

He said, pointing through his back to the person right behind him. I looked up to see a tall muscular figure with an intimidating look behind Paulo, his stern gaze swept a wave of uneasiness all over me. He wore an all black tuxedo with a long black jacket to compliment it, a pair of black leather gloves, a mask, and his pockets seemed to be housing a gun in it as well. "Follow me," his ordered in a stern tone that didn't seem to welcome any form of delay. "Y—Yes, I'll be right there soon..."

Should another blunder like the Cole family's remnants occur, you know what the fallout will be! A chilling aura of death radiated from the man behind the ghost-face mask, his eyes glowing crimson with a bloodlust that sent shivers through the darkness. "Yes! Thank you for your leniency, Master!" The lead man in black gave a prompt and respectful salute, expressing his gratitude to the imposing figure above. The figures in black combat gear were a blur of motion. In an instant, they disappeared from the hall. The man with the ghost-face mask watched the deserted hall, a dark chuckle rising from his lips.

Eriyumilai stood proudly between Blake’s legs. Eriyumilai’s sleek, muscular frame was now clad in matching black armor, intricately designed to complement Blake’s suit. The armor was both elegant and functional, with sharp, angular lines that mirrored the pup’s natural strength and agility. Spikes adorned his shoulders, and the chest plate gleamed with a polished finish, offering protection while enhancing his intimidating presence. The pup’s eyes, still bright with youthful energy, now held a fierce determination, his sharp teeth barely visible beneath the armor that covered his strong, battle-ready jaw.

He paused, his thoughts swirling with a mix of disdain and anticipation. Guhya was a fool, he mused, an evil smile creeping across his face. Going after Gowthami and Rajeev to get Gowthami back was a reckless move, driven by desperation and emotion. Such weaknesses had no place in their world. He scoffed at the thought of Guhya's misguided actions, shaking his head slightly. The masked man knew that the real challenge lay ahead: dealing with Guhya’s followers and facing Rudra’s formidable team.

All the affected evil Buddhas were exterminated. However, the attack range of this ultimate move was too small. Immediately afterward, another golden Buddha appeared. This time, it was someone whom Alex was familiar with—the old monk, Revealer Maha. However, he was already corrupted. Not only was his lotus throne black, but his lips and fingernails were also black. He lashed his palm at Emperor Ghast. The entire sky and earth were covered with black palm prints. Emperor Ghast shouted delicately. This time, she didn’t recharge that golden sword.

The man with a mask over his face. *

At this critical moment, a mysterious young man from the Eastern Ancient Kingdom appeared. He wore a black mask, which was engraved with the pattern of a godly hawk. He was in the midst of a hail of bullets to rescue Yeer. None of the top masters was a match for this mysterious young man. If you touched it, you would die! Anyone who touched it would be injured! The mysterious young man's figure was like a ghost. Hundreds of top-notch men in black were killed by the mysterious young man and fled in panic. Thus, the number one God of War in England was rescued by the mysterious youth.

His eyes betrayed no emotion as if everything that had just happened was beneath his notice. "Who is that guy? The black-cloaked guy is decently strong, but compared to the masked man, he was as frail as paper." "It's not like we can see how he looks with the mask on. He probably doesn't want anyone to know who he is. After what happened just now, it's obvious that he's quite strong. He probably has a middle ultimate god rank technique. Only a technique at that level would have such strong energy, shattering the other technique like that."

Not yet. Just as I was about to step away from the wall and force myself into the crowd, a figure emerged from the sea of masks and gowns. He was tall, his broad shoulders accentuated by the tailored black suit he wore. His mask was simple yet striking— a deep obsidian with silver accents that caught the light as he moved. His hair was dark, neatly styled, and his eyes, though hidden behind the mask, seemed to pierce through the shadows, locking onto mine. My heart skipped a beat as he approached, his movements calm and deliberate. He stopped a few feet away, bowing slightly in a gesture of respect.

My heart began to race as his claws trailed my shoulder, placing cuts on my flesh. “We’ll meet again, Alpha Ryu, but by then your head will be in my arms.” I bent down immediately, grabbing my mask and rolling off to put it on. “You’re not getting away.” Strokes appeared in his eyes, his claws emerging stronger and sharper than before. His presence felt heavy like a dumbbell, holding me in place. I picked up some soil, hurling it at him. A little got into his eyes, stopping him from moving forward; I took the chance, taking to my heels.