I, the All-Class Magus, All My Awakening Skills are LvMax - Chapter 378

Chapter 378: Chapter378-The Buffoon Arrives
The small blood spheres beside Francis grew increasingly vivid, as if they might shoot toward them at any moment.

With a half-smile, Francis watched them silently.

“You shouldn’t say that. Since you’ve come from afar, we must be sure to treat you well. Otherwise, if word gets out that we don’t know how to host our guests, wouldn’t that be terrible?”

As the blood spheres slowly advanced, Francis and his group kept a close eye on John, ready to strike if he showed any sign of fear.

But to their surprise, none of them seemed particularly alarmed.

Only the unfamiliar woman among them displayed a slightly different expression.

However, this was nothing unusual; any woman might show some anxiety in such a situation, which was understandable.

Silver Tear was easier to explain, having already witnessed their murderous ways.

No one could remain completely unaffected after seeing such things.

But the calm demeanor of the other members puzzled them, leaving them unsure of what to make of the situation.

Francis still felt uneasy, but seeing Vincent’s calm demeanor made him nervous.

If Vincent really wanted to make a move against them, the result would likely be mutual destruction.

All their assets would be taken over by others, something they could not accept, given how long they had operated here.

If they were to lose everything now, death might be preferable.

Therefore, if they were to covet something, it needed to be done carefully.

In an instant, Francis’s expression returned to normal, and the small blood spheres beside him fell to the ground again, as if everything earlier had been an illusion.

“If you need to leave, please go ahead. We won’t keep you. We just wanted to offer you some hospitality since your journey here must have been tiring,” Francis said.

When Benjamin heard Francis, he immediately understood the situation and forced a smile, looking at them pleasantly.

“Yes, yes, Victor might experience some aftereffects. Please take good care of him when you return.”

John couldn’t help but feel a twinge of concern upon hearing this and frowned slightly.

What exactly did they mean by aftereffects? If it was more troublesome than he imagined, it could pose significant issues.

“You don’t need to worry about that,” John said calmly.

“Since we have the ability to rescue him, we also have the ability to take him away and handle any subsequent matters.”

He spoke slowly and then winked at the others, who instinctively stepped forward.

Their seemingly nonchalant demeanor was underscored by caution, which made Francis and his group even more uneasy.

If they were too relaxed, Francis might suspect they were trying to lure them into a trap.

But their vigilance suggested that they might indeed have something up their sleeves, possibly trying to provoke an attack.

For years, Hidden Stars had harbored intentions of eliminating them, but the vast distance and isolation made it difficult to act.

However, if they were to deliver themselves, the implications would be different.

Offending these powerful figures could carry serious consequences.

The two quickly understood that anyone who had lasted this long in their territory wasn’t a fool.

“Alright, alright. In that case, head to the dock and wait. I’ll arrange for the fastest airship for you right away,” Francis said.

Airships, though smaller, were quicker and easier to handle than full-sized ships.

John and his team said nothing, merely nodding in acknowledgment before preparing to leave.

They were aware that many presences and factions outside were watching them closely.

Everyone knew that the Immortality Church had been in the spotlight recently.

Although not a major organization, it was still formidable.

Their so-called immortal Godson had already defeated many and attracted a large following.

These followers seemed to possess mysterious abilities—people who had no powers would enter and emerge as at least silver-tier awakeners.

This phenomenon drew many believers and brought significant wealth to the church.

However, it was astonishing that their entire base had been dismantled, which seemed unbelievable.

Part of this might be due to their high priest’s absence, but their Godson was present.

People had witnessed the power fluctuations when the Godson invoked divine presence, reaching cataclysmic-tier awakening.

Although the period of subsequent weakness might be significant, the energy was undeniable and evident to all, leaving no room for doubt.

As they passed by Francis and Benjamin, John clearly sensed a shift in their demeanor.

He felt a distinct aura of killing intent.

He knew that if he showed even the slightest hint of fear, he would be met with violence.

However, he maintained his calm demeanor, casually walking past them as if nothing had happened.

This only left the two men more puzzled.

The more composed he was, the more it indicated that he was unfazed, suggesting that he was beyond their reach.

As they made their way outside, Victor began to feel dizzy.

Without drawing attention, John and Dark Fox supported him, helping him walk forward.

Silver Tear, taken aback, moved to walk behind them, adopting the demeanor of a humble maid.

In reality, she was blocking the view of those behind them.

Regardless, they knew that if anything went wrong, they would face a fierce battle.

Whether they could leave safely was uncertain.

John keenly sensed a gaze fixed upon him but didn’t turn back.

He continued walking with a casual air, lightly supporting Victor with his hand.

As the most powerful man in the area, Vincent’s combat prowess was unquestionable.

He paid no attention to the surrounding tension and continued to walk leisurely forward.

They could sense many presences and felt the various auras swirling around them.

These were all tests.

If they were as weak and passive as they seemed, they would be on a path to destruction.

Vincent let out a cold snort, glanced in one direction, and casually took a hard candy from his pocket.

He unwrapped the candy, popped it into his mouth, and flicked the wrapper in a particular direction.

Instantly, a cry of pain echoed through the air.

“Ugh…”