A short while later, a man in a black suit appeared behind Wilbur. "Are you Wilbur Penn?" "Oh, a cultivator from the Church of Holy Illuminati. I hope you're not trying to start trouble with me." "Please don't get the wrong idea, Mister Penn. We're just trying to work with you." "What?" "Yes. Do you remember working with Tracy in Wearson Valley? Well, Tracy was one of our men." Wilbur smiled. "So, you're here for the Light Armor?" "Indeed. We're thinking of hiring you to work with us, Mister Penn." "I don't mind working with you, but you need to tell me what led you to make such a decision." "The Light Helmet is very important to us, Mister Penn. You should know that the Light Warrior was the Holy One of our church, and the Light Helmet means a lot to our church as well." Wilbur held back a laugh. "What on earth does the Light Warrior have to do with the Church of Holy Illuminati? That's hilarious. I don't think I would want to work with you unless you give me a condi
Either way, Wilbur felt like he could take advantage of his special identity now to find out more about Light Valley and the Church of Holy Illuminati before things went south in his relationship with them. Through chatting with the man in the suit, Wilbur found out that his name was Shaun, and he was a Norse messenger of the Church of Holy Illuminati. Following that, Shaun drove Wilbur to a manor outside of Wendis. The two of them entered the manor, and Shaun led Wilbur to the basement of the mansion where there were two Black Bishops from the Church of Holy Illuminati. "Mister Penn, this is Aisha and Symon. They're both Black Bishops." Wilbur smiled, extending his hand. "It's a pleasure to work with the both of you." Symon and Aisha exchanged glances before smiling at Wilbur, then shook Wilbur's hand one after the other. Symon's handshake was firm and strong as he said, "I'm delighted to work with you, Mister Penn." Aisha smiled and said, "I'm honored to be working with y
After settling the three of them down in their rooms, Shaun drove out of the manor. His car stopped at a dock, where a man in black robes was standing. Wilbur would be able to recognize the man as the Dark Messenger if he was here. Shaun got out of his car and jogged up to the man. Shaun got down on one knee respectfully. "I'm at your service, Dark Messenger." "How are things, Shaun?" "Don't worry, honorable Messenger. I've settled Wilbur and the others down in the manor. They'll leave for the Kook Islands in three days and search for the Light Helmet." The Dark Messenger smiled. "This is really interesting. My Lord has put quite an effort into this Wilbur guy. I hope he won't be a disappointment." That night, Wilbur sat down cross-legged on his bed. The cultivation method of the Magic Dragon Blade appeared in his mind, and he repeated it mentally before his eyes flew open and a long sword made of black miasma appeared in his grasp. The dragon aura radiating off the sword
Wilbur smiled and was about to speak when a sudden clapping could be heard behind him. "Congratulations, Mister Penn, Symon." The two men turned to see Aisha staring at them with a strange look on her face. "You've both shown your skills, but I haven't. In fact, I don't even know if the church will let me go to the Kook Islands in the end. I might be a burden to you two." Wilbur said, "Don't worry, Miss Aisha. You can follow behind me then, I'll keep you safe." "Ha!" Symon scoffed. "You're better off sticking behind the Dashan, Aisha! I'll control the Light Giant to clear a path for us. I need to get the Light Helmet myself so the Pope will gain respect for me." "Do you really think I'm weak, Symon?" Just then, a second Aisha walked over from afar. Symon's jaw fell open at the sight of the two Aishas as he frowned. "You… You cultivated another clone? Well, that doesn't mean much! A clone is only ten percent as powerful as its owner, which means that you didn't actually
Symon said, "Damn it. Could it be that weird formation vanished on its own?" The three of them rode on a small boat toward the eighth island. The islands spread out like a chain, and the eighth island was the main island, Kook Island. Symon said angrily on the boat, "That damn formation better not vanish because its source was depleted. Otherwise, it would be such a joke. I can't believe we, as Black Bishops, came to the middle of nowhere to find a special formation and the Light Helmet. The intel better be accurate, or I'll shred the informant to pieces!" Wilbur calmly watched as Symon threw a tantrum. He felt that Symon cared too much about his reputation. He was a Black Bishop for the Church of Holy Illuminati, but he was too obsessed with his identity, which made him an easy puppet for the Church of Holy Illuminati to exploit. However, Wilbur did not feel sorry for him. They were not alike, after all. Wilbur would leave once they completed their mission. The future of Symon
Wilbur looked at Symon and asked, "Now what?" Symon replied, "It looks like we have no choice but to go back to that island. We probably left Aisha there. Me and Aisha have been good friends for years, so I have to find her no matter what." Wilbur frowned slightly as he thought about that octopus monster. It was not very powerful, so it could not have defeated Aisha. Perhaps Aisha was pulled into a dimension through a special portal that existed on that island. Therefore, it could at least prove that Aisha was still alive. They could find Aisha for sure if they head back in time. "Alright. We'll go back immediately." Suddenly, a tentacle stabbed through the bottom of the boat and reached inside, creating a huge hole instantly. However, things did not end there. Another tentacle appeared again, leaving another big hole at the bottom of the boat. Soon, they heard continuous sounds of breaking wood because the octopus monster kept stabbing the bottom of the boat with its te
"Miss Aisha! Where are you?" … They ran from the southern end of the island to the north but failed to find Aisha. Symon wiped the sweat on his forehead and said, "Quick, let's go back and look again." "Alright." Wilbur turned to run, but at that moment, he suddenly felt a powerful energy behind him. He abruptly moved, and a white ray of light instantly shot past him. Wilbur asked in absolute surprise, "What are you doing, Symon? We're allies!" "Ha. Allies? Who would I ally myself with pathetic earthlings like you? You shouldn't be here at all. Now, I want you all dead!" Symon's appearance suddenly transformed into a slim old man with white hair. The old man had a wand, and his body was not affected by gravity. He slowly levitated into the air, then he reached out and a wand appeared in his hand. The wand started to spin quickly as the old man recited a spell. Wilbur felt fear as he looked at the levitating old man at that moment. The fear he felt was the innate fear that
Wilbur looked around, and the island was awfully quiet, making him feel helpless. In all honesty, Wilbur knew they were in a special formation the moment the Azure Dragon Spear formed a dragon figure. Wilbur thought they could break the formation by working together, but it seemed like the formation had a mind of its own. It wanted to separate them. Symon and Aisha must be somewhere else, and they might be in a different formation or another dimension. However, the formation chose to make Wilbur stay for some reason. It seemed like the only way to get answers was to move forward. Wilbur assumed that Symon and Aisha were alive because of their capabilities. Since the formation wanted to separate them, they would be separated again no matter how hard he tried to find them. The formation must have given them three different tests, and it was up to them whether they passed or failed. Wilbur did not worry too much about Symon and Aisha because they were only allies for this one miss