My Love Debts Are Everywhere - Chapter 417

Chapter 417: The Fourth Apostle’s Desperate Step

Watching the Second Apostle vanish completely, Leon’s expression remained unchanged.

Though he felt a twinge of regret for not capturing him and forcing him to reveal information about the Temple of Twilight, he wasn’t overly bothered.

He didn’t know what hidden abilities the Second Apostle might have if he were pushed too far.

It was possible that the Second Apostle could blow himself up along with the entire capital, or something equally unexpected.

It sounded extreme, but it wasn’t out of the question.

After all, the Temple of Twilight had existed for thousands of years, and Leon had no idea what secret techniques they had accumulated and passed down through the generations.

Shortly after the Second Apostle’s disappearance, the Emissary of the First Apostle, along with thousands of elite members of the Temple of Twilight, withdrew, leaving Valen behind.

Valen, startled, angrily shouted, “Hey! Why are you all running away? I’m not done having fun yet!”

But they ignored him. Their bodies slowly turned transparent before disappearing completely.

“Damn! They’re really just a bunch of cowards!” Valen cursed, wiping the blood from his wounds.

In the past few days, he had fought against Leon and suffered crushing defeats, leaving him deeply frustrated.

However, when facing the two thousand black-cloaked figures, his fighting spirit and enthusiasm reignited, causing his blood to boil.

Unfortunately, those black-cloaked figures chose to flee, extinguishing his fighting spirit in an instant.

While all the members of the Temple of Twilight had retreated, only the Fourth Apostle remained, fiercely battling against Luna.

The two clashed violently, occasionally causing massive explosions around them.

“Tch! This guy is really annoying!” Luna clicked her tongue, taking ten steps back and panting heavily.

Her body was covered in wounds—on her arms, legs, chest, and waist—blood soaking through her battle robe, giving her a particularly pitiful appearance.

It wasn’t surprising, though. The Fourth Apostle, after using the transformation pill, had become far stronger. His power had increased many times over.

Moreover, he was a close-combat expert, while Luna relied on maintaining distance to attack with the Holy Bow of Celestial Frost.

“Hahaha! Surprised by my increased strength, Bow Hero Luna?” The Fourth Apostle laughed, his gaze playful as he stared at Luna.

Unlike his previous appearance, hidden by a black cloak, the Fourth Apostle now revealed his face and form.

His face was ugly, with slight wrinkles, and his eyes were large and round. His nose was snub and broad, somewhat monstrous in appearance.

The most striking feature was the black tattoo that covered most of his body. It was leaf-shaped, wrapping around him as though it wanted to consume him.

This was a side effect of the transformation pill. If the user didn’t take the antidote immediately, the tattoo would spread completely across their body, signaling one thing—death.

Despite the surge in power, he wasn’t without wounds.

Luna had managed to strike him with arrows from the Holy Bow of Celestial Frost, some of which had hit and injured him.

“Don’t get cocky just yet. I haven’t used all my power,” Luna said coldly, wiping the blood from the corner of her lips.

If not for Leon’s prohibition against destroying the surroundings, she would have already unleashed hero techniques, or even ultimate techniques, to obliterate him.

Her defiant words only served to further fuel the Fourth Apostle’s contempt.

“Hehehe! In that case, show me your power!”

With a mocking grin, the Fourth Apostle flexed his ten fingers, sending hundreds of thin threads, as sharp as swords, flying from every direction, trapping her in place.

Luna realized her escape route was blocked. If she didn’t destroy the threads, her body would be torn apart.

“There’s no choice,” Luna whispered coldly, closing her eyes. “Hero’s Destiny—”

But before she could finish, a cold shout rang out from above her.

“Hero Technique: Five Dragon Steps!”

A streak of light shot out from behind her, darting quickly toward the Fourth Apostle.

“Not good!” The Fourth Apostle was taken by surprise and attempted to dodge, but his reaction was a fraction too slow.

The streak of light, which turned out to be Leon, struck with deadly precision toward his head. However, it missed and sliced through his left hand instead.

“Argh!” The Fourth Apostle roared in pain, staggering back twenty steps.

His left hand, previously severed, was now once again sliced off, blood flowing freely.

Without hesitation, he quickly retrieved his severed hand and, astonishingly, reattached it.

However, the Fourth Apostle’s expression turned pale and weary, as if reattaching his left hand had drained much of his energy.

“Damn it…” The Fourth Apostle panted, glaring at Leon, who stood before him, wielding the Holy Sword of Zenith with an indifferent expression.

“The Fated One…” He gritted his teeth, his hatred for Leon evident.

If there was anyone he despised the most, it was Leon. Had it not been for him, the Temple of Twilight’s plans would have gone smoothly, and they wouldn’t have been trapped in a fight like this.

Regaining his composure, he straightened up and sneered, “How can you afford to help your friend, the Fated One? Were you overwhelmed by the Second Apostle and now moved to face me?”

Leon rested the top of the Holy Sword of Zenith on his right shoulder, a playful smile spreading across his face.

“Overwhelmed? Are you imagining things? Your comrade is weak, and I already pummeled him earlier,” Leon replied coolly, then added with a mocking grin, “Now he’s fled, too scared to face me.”

“Fled?” The Fourth Apostle’s eyes widened in disbelief at Leon’s words.

He immediately turned his head toward the spot where the Second Apostle had fought with Leon, only to discover that the Second Apostle had vanished!

Not just him—the Emissary of the First Apostle and thousands of elite members of the Temple of Twilight had also disappeared!

“Damn it! They’re truly cowards!” The Fourth Apostle cursed angrily.

He hadn’t expected the Second Apostle and the elite members of the Temple of Twilight to be so weak, to flee the battle like this.

What frustrated him most was that they had left without telling him at all!

“Did they plan to sacrifice me so The Fated One and his friends wouldn’t pursue them?”

The thought made the Fourth Apostle’s chest tighten with anger, and his face flushed rapidly, visible to the naked eye.

“Argh!” With a deafening shout, the Fourth Apostle’s body erupted with a devastatingly powerful aura.

The terrifying pressure spread across the entire ruins of the Imperial Palace.

“Leon, we need to be ready! He might destroy the Astralyn Imperial Capital in a desperate act!” Luna warned, her voice filled with concern.

Leon’s expression, however, remained calm and indifferent, as if the Second Apostle’s actions posed no real threat to him.

Just as the Fourth Apostle’s aura grew strong enough to distort the space around him, Leon gave a faint smile and casually ordered, “Valen, now.”