Chapter 383 (1/2)

Chapter 383: Rescuing Little Yue

Qianlin’s face turned beat red, and she swatted at hi the Cathedral

The guard was thick, and the entrance clogged with both clergy and Inquisitors Of course guards were only useful at protecting what they could see Lan Jue found one of the many electric outlets that powered the structure, and in a flash he was gone

Within the Cathedral, the High Inquisitor’s office suddenly had a new visitor It was ely spartan In stark contrast to the lavish interior of the Cathedral, this metal-filled office was barely habitable

Lan Jue expanded his perception He could focus his eyes on the search, instead of defense His Discipline would alert hi! It looked like his plan orking – without the Pontiff here, there was no one who could threaten his life The place was also absent the Paragon’s all-pervasive omnipotence

A ninth level adept had quite the scope of perception, but it was thethings, but who could tell if they were eney? As far as Lan Jue knew, there was no power that could distinguish friend from foe, and certainly not one Metatron possessed This was one of the nuon and a peak-level Adept

Sariel’s intelligence continued to prove useful, and it took hieons She’d told hih defensive systems that could even seriously injure a ninth level Adept What those defenses were precisely, she couldn’t say It was a closely guarded secret of the Inquisition that they operated in concert with the clergy

This didn’t trouble Lan Jue No matter what these defenses were, they would undoubtedly require electricity oras his objective wasn’t hidden behind a layer of insulation, he could go where he pleased Lightning coiled up his body as he found a way in Then, with a crackle, he was gone

Lan Jue reappeared in a distinctly more dismal locale He stood in what could have passed as a sepulcher, with a long and dark hallway stretching out before him The walls on both sides were composed of da froht

With his perception feeling the way before hi for any fluctuations in energy However, it was starting to look as though his caution was unwarranted – there didn’t seeress Twenty meters in to the darkness a stairwell appeared His footsteps rang against the stone steps as he descended When he reached the bottoreeted him

The cha es The cells stretched all the way to the far wall, nu in the thousands Amidst the chaotic din he suddenly found hi the lanes

Lan Jue couldn’t help but balk over the scene It wasn’t the existence of this place that surprised hianization had its secrets – but the sheer nu with all these prisoners?

Lan Jue took a cursory look around while still hidden from view As far as he could tell, none of these prisoners were elderly, and nearly all of them appeared to possess a Discipline It was a prison of Adepts, almost exclusively

Why would the Pontiff’s Citadel detain so many Adepts? He didn’t know The Cathedral was meant to be a place of faith! Who’d believe that, underneath, despair reigned

Lan Jue crouched, concealed in a dark corner for a few moments Then he was on theor the inquisitors would find him

The distance between the two Citadels spanned a planet, but it was nothing to a Paragon At that level of power, there was no science or machine that could match their speed After all, a on just willed themselves in to action A round-trip fro

The cells themselves were made of some sort of alloy That helped Lan Jue move around a little easier Some of the prisoners nize A flash of electricity, perhaps, or a bolt of diht Downtrodden as they were, none paid it any mind

Lan Jue reached his objective in little tieon; a round altar, with a wo black hair was splayed all around, and plastered to the sweat on her brow

She hung with drooped head, froely, though, there was no blood A pale light swept over her incessantly, from head to the runic circle carved at her feet The poould flow through her, through the dais to the eight pillars situated around it The energies would rise and congeal at the peak of each coluht shot froem over the prisoner’s head

Four figured sat at four corners of the altar They sat with straight back, unh they were deep in– ninth level Adepts alht shi+mmered around each of them

Ninth level Adepts, yes… but in the early ranks, from what Lan Jue could tell