The Invincible Mercenary King

Chapter 839

Under Lawrence’s intense gaze, the red–robed messenger lifted his hand as he hovered over the mask, slowly lifting it up

Lawrence’s eyes remained fixated on the red–robed messenger’s mask, desperate to catch a glimpse of the hidden face behind it.

Despite their prolonged confrontation, Lawrence had yet to witness the true countenance of the enigmatic red–robed messenger.

However, just as Lawrence’s anticipation peaked, the red–robed messenger abruptly pulled the mask back on and spoke with a deep voice, “I recall it now. There is another extraordinary treasure in my possession.”

Disappointment mingled with determination as Lawrence persisted. “This mask would be ideal for the array. It would be the perfect choice as the key point for the array formation.”

Fixing the mask securely, the red–robed messenger’s voice resonated with certainty, “I possess a treasure of even greater value and superior quality. If it becomes the key point, the array’s potency will definitely be further amplified.”

With a swift motion, the red–robed messenger reached into his chest and pull out a piece of stone, casting it before Lawrence. He declared, “This extraterrestrial meteorite exudes formidable and pristine power. Incorporating it as the key point will unquestionably enhance your spirit gathering array.”

The red–robed messenger’s sudden hesitation made him question the initial hastiness of revealing his face.

As a member of the Radiant Society, the red–robed messenger had made countless enemies and spilled much blood. Exposing his true identity to Lawrence would undoubtedly invite severe repercussions.

Lawrence directed his gaze toward the extraterrestrial meteorite resting on the ground. Its hexagonal shape was adorned with countless protrusions, emanating an eerie blue–black hue that starkly contrasted against the snowy white backdrop. Published by Nôv'elD/rama.Org.

A surge of audacious thoughts raced through Lawrence’s mind at the mere sight of the stone. “Seize it! Claim it! Take it by force!”

His intuition whispered that the meteorite held a wondrous power, capable of unleashing his potential to astounding heights should he extract its powers and incorporate it into his body.

Consumed by the fervor of his ambitions, Lawrence’s determination knew no bounds as he schemed to obtain the stone at any cost.

Drawing a deep breath, Lawrence’s tightened his grip around the meteorite, weighing its significance in his palm. He spoke with unwavering conviction, “Although the extraterrestrial meteorite brims with formidable energy, it may not perfectly align with the spirit gathering array. Its incompatibility will inevitably weaken the formation’s efficacy. However, if you refuse to hand over the mask, I shall reluctantly incorporate this instead.”

Having uttered his decision, Lawrence strode purposefully to the designated spot and firmly placed the meteorite in position.

The entire cave quivered as the meteorite settled into place.

Brilliant patterns etched into the ground radiated a luminous glow, and an unprecedented tempest roared into existence. engulfing Lawrence within the confines of the array.

“Is this array?” the red–robed messenger asked in amazement.

Excitement flickered in his eyes as he surveyed the tumultuous gusts of wind. The storm’s arrival only further cemented his belief in the potency of Lawrence’s array.

Never before had the red–robed messenger encountered such a fierce gale during his extensive time within the cave.

Its origin could only be attributed to the workings of the array.

The spirit gathering array concealed profound mysteries that defied comprehension.

Buffeted by the powerful winds, Lawrence found himself momentarily disoriented, his confusion evident in his bewildered eyes. “Whence does this wind come from?” he thought in confusion.

Eagerly, the red–robed messenger implored, “Tell me swiftly how to extract the enigmatic power from your mind.”

Just then, a cold, disdainful voice pierced the air, interrupting their exchange. “Red–robed messenger, are you truly so gullible? Do you genuinely believe this array holds any power?”

Immediately after, Haylau materialized before Lawrence with an eerie swiftness, his presence akin to that of a phantom His trosty gaze locked onto the red–robed messenger, exuding an intense sense of scrutiny.