I'm bound to the World-Destroying Witch

Chapter 564. Purpose?

The dim vision was filled only with the deafening roar of gunfire.

Amidst excruciating pain that seemed to tear his soul apart, Jin Jili's consciousness gradually faded.

He couldn't understand why that boy wasn't a divine half-dragon slave trained by Jiang Qiu'e.
Why did Jing Jiu hesitate to grab the boy after just one glance?
This guy.
Who is it? !
"Bang—!" The final gunshot pierced the bloody hole between his eyebrows. Jin Jili's head tilted back, his lifeless eyes reflecting the boy holding the hunting rifle.

The young man remained calmly seated by the window, slowly putting away his hunting rifle.

This was also the last image Jin Jili saw before he died, and his consciousness, filled with resentment and anger, completely collapsed.

An icy green flame ignited in Jing Jiu's palm, and the instant he pressed it against Jin Jili's forehead, it annihilated him completely, destroying all traces of the body.

After dealing with the criminal who attempted to attack civilians, he did not look at the innocent civilian with the shotgun, but turned and left the carriage.

Passengers whose five senses had been shut down gradually regained consciousness.

The agents and knights who were heading this way in the front carriage were stopped by Jing Jiu. After exchanging a few words, the forces blocking the Star Iron began to retreat.

The Holy Ministry agents boarded the warship, and the Apocalypse Knights also boarded their private vessels.

The crisis was resolved so easily? Feng Jian stared blankly out the window as Jing Jiu's ship gradually disappeared into the distance, finally turning into a star and vanishing without a trace.

It seems he's really gone? Feng Jian came to her senses and finally accepted this absurd fact. She slowly turned her head to look at the boy sitting opposite her.

The boy didn't budge an inch from beginning to end, remaining calm and composed, as if he already knew the Knights of Apocalypse wouldn't dare investigate him.

Feng Jianyi finally understood that Xia Feng's confident demeanor earlier was not just boasting, but that he really could save her and her father.

So easy!

So, who exactly is this boy? The more Feng Jianyi thought about it, the more shocked he became.

He had already checked the boy's resume before talking to him.

Xia Feng, a Class B wanted criminal, was originally a freshman at Weiyang Academy in District 51. He was one of the masterminds behind the Garden Massacre and disappeared for a year after being accused of being the Holy Son of Eternal Day by the Black Moon Church.

Based on Feng Jianyi's understanding of the upper echelons of the empire, he could tell at a glance that Xia Feng had been framed and could not possibly be the Holy Son of the Burning Heaven Temple.

Of course, none of this matters.

Importantly, Xia Feng's experience of being framed and becoming a wanted criminal shows that this young man comes from an ordinary background and has no powerful backing to protect him.

That was Feng Jianyi's original thought.

The current situation has overturned his guess.

His observation skills are extraordinary. He noticed just now that when Jing Jiu stood in front of Xia Feng, his right knee was slightly bent as if he was about to kneel down!

Even when facing a pillar of the state, the Knights of the Apocalypse do not need to kneel, unless it is the Empress who has been asleep for ten thousand years.

This young man could not possibly be His Majesty.

However, when faced with the boy, the Apocalypse Knight not only did not dare to continue the investigation, but turned around and left. Even when the boy was about to kill Jin Jili, the knight openly protected the boy and controlled Jin Jili to let Xia Feng kill people at will.

All of these behaviors were far beyond Feng Jianyi's expectations, and he couldn't figure out the boy's identity at all.

But in any case, this young man named Xia Feng must have an extraordinary background.

It's always a good idea to befriend them.

"Sir, it seems you also have a powerful background." Feng Jianyi thought to himself, then smiled and pushed the card in his hand in front of Xia Feng. "You keep your word. The card contains the third layer of password for the laboratory."

At the same time, Chana Yuki and Jiang Qiu'e stared at Xia Feng with strange looks, equally surprised and puzzled.

How did this guy do that?
Mu Qingtong's beautiful eyes also showed some doubt, and she frowned in thought.

She originally thought there would be a tough battle ahead, but the result was completely unexpected.

The Apocalypse Knights actually gave up the inspection and even cooperated with Mr. Xia to kill Jin Jili. Could it be that Mr. Xia has secretly infiltrated the Apocalypse Knights?

Mu Qingtong narrowed her beautiful eyes slightly. If that was the case, then Mr. Xia's infiltration of the Empire's upper echelons was indeed slightly better than hers.

After all, the difficulty of infiltrating a powerful organization like the Knights of the Apocalypse, which stands above all other forces, is incomparable to that of other forces.

Seeing the surprised or suspicious looks from the group, Xia Feng smiled without saying a word, his lips curving into an inscrutable expression.

In reality, I was panicking terribly.

Judging from the various reactions of the Apocalypse Knights, his previous guess was correct; the Eighth Incarnation was indeed the Empress who had been sleeping in the Apocalypse Temple for ten thousand years.

Now, it has awakened!
Fortunately, the Empress seemed to be able to ignore distance limitations by using the Apocalypse Knight as her eyes and send down her will, but she did not take any further action, which means that the opponent's range of movement was still limited.

It only covers ten major regions.

Even the main body cannot leave the Temple of Apocalypse?

Based on his limited understanding of god-level beings, Xia Feng felt that even if such beings couldn't traverse the entire empire in an instant, traversing twenty major regions in a few seconds shouldn't be a problem.
But after waiting for so long, the pale seal still showed no sign of movement.

It seems that the eighth incarnation still can't do anything to him.

This is indeed a good thing, but it is also what puzzles Xia Feng. Previously in the Evil Dragon Space, the Eighth Incarnation said that he would definitely find him and let him experience what despair is.

They should definitely try every means to catch him.

Given the situation just now, wouldn't it have been easier to just have the Apocalypse Knights take action, capture him, and send him to the Apocalypse Temple in the first district?
unless
Xia Feng's dark eyes seemed to be deep in thought. Unless, the Empress knew that if Jing Jiu were to take action directly, there was a high probability that she would not be able to capture him, so she chose to let him leave first and plan for the future.
Or perhaps the empress knew he could use the Pale Seal to counter her, and since she had just awakened and was not strong enough, this little empress was afraid and dared not come over?

Hmm. Well, it's impossible to make the Eighth Incarnation feel afraid. Xia Feng had only been in contact with her for a few minutes in the Evil Dragon Space before, but he felt that the Eighth Incarnation of the Evil Dragon Miss had a very tough personality.

One should not back down or give up when faced with difficulties.

A myriad of thoughts flashed through Xia Feng's mind. The more he thought about it, the more doubts he had, and he started to feel a bit bald.

It's strange that the eighth incarnation saved him but didn't ask Jing Jiu to deliver any message to him.

Unable to figure out the Empress's motives, he had no choice but to put them aside for the time being.

Anyway, with the Pale Seal in place, if the Empress dares to cause him trouble, who knows who will win or lose!
Temple of Apocalypse.

Countless illusory, pale gold staircases rise from the gray abyss, layer upon layer, forming the steps of audience, connecting to the celestial temple.

Theseus stood respectfully below the divine steps, reporting on the recent events of the past ten thousand years, but received no response. He looked up in confusion, asking, "Your Majesty?"

The Empress withdrew her gaze from the endless distance, her divine eyes indifferent and majestic, and suddenly asked:

What forces currently exist in the 15th District?

(End of this chapter)