Chapter 1504 - 63: Striking at the Core_4

The Speaker gradually descended, his gaunt figure standing before Holt, appearing so frail that it seemed a headbutt from Holt could shatter his skull.

"Speaker..."

Before Siti could say anything, the Speaker raised a hand to stop her, and then asked, "Where’s Fabien?"

"He and Ossana have been temporarily banished," Siti hesitated for a moment before explaining, "In such critical situations, we can only temporarily exclude those of the Truth Faction, moreover..."

Siti paused, mustering the courage to speak, "I don’t believe anyone can escape the gaze of the Aurora Path, evading our pursuit. Bologue and Palmer must have had help from the Truth Faction to flee."

"Hmm... then let’s begin."

The Speaker’s speech was extremely slow, even his movements were like that.

Holt was sure that the being before him had lived for an extraordinarily long time. He was also certain that this person was not a Debtor, and he had no idea what method he used to prolong his life.

Suddenly, Holt noticed the fruits on the Speaker’s body. Initially, Holt didn’t associate them with what he imagined, after all, that kind of thing was too precious. But as the Speaker approached, Holt was sure those fruits were indeed what he suspected.

Fantasy Species.

This bastard had turned himself into a Fantasy Tree, his body covered with fruits of fantasy. With these precious existences, living for thousands of years didn’t seem like an impossibility.

The Speaker raised his hand, his arm surrounded by a layer of dazzling aurora. He attempted to touch Holt’s forehead, and Holt did not avoid it, standing firm.

Suddenly, the Speaker’s movements halted, and at that moment, Holt noticed a change in expression for the first time on his previously rigid, cold face.

Confusion, unease, and... terror.

"Nesanel has won."

Beneath the Speaker’s calm voice, there surged a tumultuous undercurrent.

Holt was puzzled; he couldn’t understand what the Speaker was saying. Siti and the Spirit Duke were completely stupefied. In their view, it was an absolute deadlock. From the moment Nesanel arrogantly set foot in this place, his death was already sealed. How could he possibly win?

How could he break through the encirclement, even with the Night King’s assistance?

Siti couldn’t understand, and the next words from the Speaker shocked her even more.

"Jiru is dead, everyone is dead, and that place has become a Purgatory, leaving only Nesanel there alone," the Speaker maintained his icy tone as he spoke to the Spirit Duke, "Nesanel can’t possibly escape without a drop of blood shed; he is wounded. This is the last chance to kill him."

The Speaker seemed to have not spoken in a long time, his voice dry and stiff, his logic cold and mechanical.

"Kill...kill him?" The Spirit Duke swallowed, "But what if... he’s not injured?"

"Then stall him, let me pluck another fruit, and then... I’ll face him personally," the Speaker locked eyes with the Spirit Duke, "This is an order, not a request."

The Spirit Duke was silent for a moment, suppressing the fear in his heart, and with difficulty, turned around to leave the Nest Core. He knew that if he disobeyed the Speaker’s order, he would become the next fruit to be plucked. After all, here in the All Secrets Order, even High Tier Condensers were merely another form of resource.

"Sounds like your conspiracy is about to fall apart."

No matter how slow Holt was, he could piece together what had happened from these words. He revealed a wild grin, completely unconcerned about the perilous situation he was in.

"Fruit? Sounds like you’re trying to turn me into a Fantasy Species?" Holt continued to ask, "I’m not of the Illusion Creation school; you can’t do it."

"Nothing is impossible, as long as there is enough power and the fantasy to break free from shackles is there." The Speaker raised his hand again, slowly pointing at Holt’s forehead.

"Oh?"

Holt showed no fear, like a curious child, asking again, "You’re the Speaker, which means you are the nerve center of the All Secrets Order?"

The Speaker ignored Holt; like Siti, he was immensely irritated by this talkative person and just wanted him to shut up quickly.

He mobilized the Ether, released the Secret Energy, connected his consciousness to the hive, and began the transformation ritual... This process the Speaker was already very adept at, but suddenly, his outstretched arm halted, as if an invisible wall blocked his way, separating him from Holt.

"So... as long as I kill you, the All Secrets Order can be completely paralyzed, right?"

As Holt spoke, a glimmer appeared in his eyes, accompanied by a series of cracking sounds around him. The chains shackling him broke one after another, turning into fragments of metal, falling to the ground with a clatter.

Perhaps too many unexpected events occurred today, Siti accepted this situation with surprising calmness. She then released her Secret Energy, summoning numerous illusory creations that appeared out of thin air. The Speaker also erupted with a strong Ether reaction, but their powers seemed dull and unremarkable before Holt, a newly rising star.

Holt calmly removed the collar-like shackle from his neck, the unique might of the Seeker of Glory roared and burst forth from the Alchemy Matrix.