Trinity Traitor: From One Person to the Other

Chapter 378 He Songling, I ate your big melon!
"Protest, I solemnly protest!"

In the meeting hall of the Jade Society, a bald British man angrily threw his hat on the table: "What kind of behavior is this? He is committing a crime! It's a prison break! It's a terrorist attack! It's a blatant provocation and aggression against our country! I want to complain about him, complain about him!"

"Well said, Johnson." Taber, who was sitting in the middle chair, put his hands on his nose and looked at the man with burning eyes from behind his glasses:

"But you are getting the wrong idea. I am also a member of the Emerald Society and the chief mage of the Emerald Society. I am also the principal of the British Flamel Academy. I am also a victim. Why are you protesting to me? Do you think I can control him?"

"That's enough Mr. Taber, don't play dumb, you and I both know it."

A blond man sitting next to Taber frowned and said, "This He from the East, he obviously went to the academy to find you first, and then went to find the Dark Lord. This is obviously a decision made by the two of you."

It was obvious that this man exerted great willpower and, intimidated by Taber's tyrannical strength, finally suppressed some of the "conspiracy" or other bad words he might have wanted to say to accuse Taber.

"So that's what you think. It's reasonable, very reasonable."

Taber smiled gently. "An Oriental man who came out of nowhere, who didn't know any of you except that he was an old acquaintance of mine, and who went straight to the Dark Lord after meeting me. Apparently, this was the place where I told him to be imprisoned, and I instructed him to break out of the prison."

"You should at least stop him." An old lady next to him who seemed to believe Taber also spoke up.

"I can't stop it." Taber spread his hands calmly.

"Stop... Excuse me, what did you say?" Now, the eyes of everyone sitting behind the table were focused on Taber.

"That's right. He can't be stopped. He's strength is too strong. It's beyond my imagination."

Taber was not shy about it and told the whole story of that day: "I spent three days adjusting to my current state, holding the Death Wand, and bringing my Phoenix with me, but I didn't cause any damage to him at all. It seems that even if there are three more of us, I still can't beat him."

"Impossible!" Johnson, the second-in-command of the Emerald Society, slammed the table and stood up:

"We have seen his strength before. A few years ago, he and another Oriental man teamed up but still couldn't defeat the Dark Lord, and you, Taber, had to take action. After that battle, you got the wand of the god of death, and now you can't defeat this Oriental man?"

"Oriental people will also make progress. Moreover, they have more people and a longer tradition than us. Their cultivation methods are more comprehensive than ours."

Taber still looked at Johnson gently and said, "This is normal. We in Europe are no longer the center of the world, whether we are aliens or ordinary people. I came here this time because I hope everyone can realize this."

"Don't play those ridiculous tricks, Taber, you know me, we will not compromise. No matter what tricks you, the Dark Lord, and that Oriental are playing, I will not compromise!" Johnson narrowed his eyes and said, "I will complain about you and that Oriental!"

"Very good, now that everyone is here, you can hold an impeachment meeting to remove me, the chief wizard. But..." Taber tilted his head slightly, revealing a puzzled expression: "Where are you going to complain to He?"

"Ah this..."

Everyone was speechless.

Yes, who should I complain to? The Emerald Society is already the highest organization of European magicians. Are magicians going to invade the East? Or should I report to various governments and have another Eight-Nation Alliance?
Come on, Britain and France are in such a miserable state now. They have just barely survived the economic crisis and are struggling to feed themselves. Where would they get the military funds to send troops?

Another thing is that the art failure had been eyeing them for a long time. The politicians of Britain and France were worried every day, fearing that the mustache guy would suddenly lead his troops to fight and kick their asses. So they had no time to think about expeditions, especially to the far east where the mustache guy had allies.

"But we can't just let him be like this..." "Boring!"

Johnson had just said half of his words when there was a loud bang and the door of the meeting hall was kicked open. He Songling's feet were off the ground and he floated in like a ghost, followed by the Dark Lord.

"Dark Lord?!"

Everyone was shocked. A group of senior members of the Jade Society stood up and took out their wands to point at He Songling and the Dark Lord.

"Don't move! He, don't move! If you move again, we will kill you on the spot!"

"Why are you still wasting time talking to him? Wakanda is the big eater!"

"Swish!"

At that time, there were a few people with bad tempers. They shot green light directly from the ends of their wands towards He Songling.

"Bah ah!"

Everyone knows He Songling's strength. Although he and Zhang Zhiwei joined forces in the battle in Europe a few years ago, they still failed to defeat the Dark Lord, but no one would deny that these were two extremely powerful Orientals. If other people from the Jade Society took action, no one could be a match for either of them.

Therefore, no one expected that this round of spells would be able to kill He Songling. They originally planned to wait for him to dodge or defend, and then launch a corresponding attack. But who would have thought that this man would not dodge or avoid, and was directly hit by the green light in the sky.

This made everyone in the Jade Society look overjoyed, and many of them laughed out loud.

"it is good!"

“Hahaha, what a bullshit Eastern strongman, isn’t he still… eh?”

The joy of the crowd did not last long. Like a chicken with its neck strangled, it could not make a sound.

The reason is that He Songling, who was clearly hit by dozens of spells, was standing there steadily, still with an arrogant smile on his face, as if to say "that's it"?
"How can this be!"

An old lady from the Jade Society cried out in shock: "That's a death curse!"

Yes, no one would show mercy to a man from the distant East, especially when this man broke into the prison and rescued the Dark Lord. Not only that, he also showed off his power under their noses every day.

The Emerald Society, a group of European magicians with the highest attainments, cast the Death Curse as soon as they attacked. In theory, this Death Curse has no solution. It cannot be defended by magical barriers, nor can it be removed by magic. Unless you dodge or use physical objects to block the spell beam, you will die if you are hit by it, without exception.

Even Mr. Taber, the chief wizard of the Emerald Society, and the Dark Lord before him, did not dare to face the Death Curse directly. Although their strength was vulnerable to the Dark Lord and Taber, they still needed to block or dodge the Death Curse.

But this exception exists today.

(End of this chapter)