Chapter 63: I Can Also Be an Ally of Justice! (Fifth Supplement)

Seeing Clement's gaze, Cohen felt his soul almost leave his body in an instant!

Right in front of so many Saints and Legends, you just sold me out like that!

This old bastard has no martial honor!

Almost instantly, Cohen felt countless gazes lock onto his aura.

Without the slightest hesitation, he directly activated "Shadow Step"!

Garcia, along with all the Saints and Legends present, let out a soft exclamation of surprise:

They actually couldn't see through this kid?

And this skill to instantly conceal his presence...

They really couldn't sense his aura at all?

There is something fishy about this!

Soon, the people beside the Saints of "Pale Wings" and "Black Tomb" informed them of what had happened at the Transcendental Arena over the past couple of days.

For the first time, the codename "Lord of Shadows"—which sounded edgy, childish, full of fantasy and immaturity, and reeked of its owner's quirky sense of humor—entered the awareness of the Saint and Legend-tier big shots.

A person capable of summoning gods, a person who successfully took a secret class that was practically impossible to master.

Most importantly, he had just broken through to Tier 2!

This person actually turned out to be the key factor that incited two Saints of the Church of Light to confront "Black Tomb"!

How incredible.

Isabella cast an unfriendly glance at Clement and spoke into the void:

"Come out. With your auntie here, they wouldn't dare do anything to you."

Cohen, hidden within the shadows, felt a slight pang of surprise. He hadn't paid attention in his past life to the fact that Saint Galyn was actually Isabella's relative.

Why did he suddenly feel like he was meeting an elder? It felt rather strange.

Hearing Isabella's words, Cohen breathed a sigh of relief. He couldn't possibly hide in the shadows forever, nor would his mana support it.

As they spoke, his figure slowly materialized beside Isabella.

Saint Galyn frowned slightly:

"Is that a technique to slip into another plane?"

Cohen inwardly marveled. As expected of a Saint, she saw through the essence of his skill at a single glance.

The skill [Shadow Step] worked precisely by slipping into the shadow plane for stealth.

Cohen hastily nodded, then put on an earnest expression, his tone filled with reverence:

"Saint Galyn, I have long admired your great name. I never expected to be able to see you in person today!"

The eyes visible through Cohen's mask condensed with a fanatical fervor:

"To tell you the truth, I have aspired since I was a child to become an ally of justice, a practitioner and spreader of righteousness!

I firmly believe that in this complex and chaotic world, fairness and justice will never be absent!

I will continue to take you as my role model, speaking out and acting bravely in the face of injustice!

I will continue to fight against all dark and reactionary forces!"

As he spoke, his gaze drifted toward the nearby members of Black Tomb.

The implication was crystal clear: those people were undoubtedly the dark and reactionary forces.

Cohen's righteous and solemn declaration left everyone present dumbfounded.

Aside from Saint Galyn, whose face beamed with deep gratification and the feeling that she was not alone in her crusade, everyone else wore an expression of utter shock and speechlessness.

Where the hell did this clown come from?

Several individuals who were familiar with Cohen inwardly cursed him for being utterly shameless.

Isabella's lips twitched slightly, her expression complex, and for a moment she didn't know what to say.

Protected by the Mist-born trait, Galyn, who was a [Soul Singer], failed to see through Cohen's true soul essence.

Consequently, she completely believed Cohen's words.

Having successfully farmed a wave of favorable impression from Saint Galyn, Cohen finally breathed a sigh of relief.

Cohen's words were very pleasing to Saint Galyn, and she offered him some guidance:

"You must be careful in the future if you encounter Saints or Legend-tier figures proficient in dimensional sealing.

If a real fight breaks out, they won't give you the chance to slip into a sub-plane.

Furthermore, the rules of sub-planes exert a powerful restraining effect on creatures from the prime material plane.

Regardless of the medium you use to enter, do not stay inside for too long."

Cohen put on an obedient, learning posture.

Garcia the Oathbreaker stared at Cohen standing next to Saint Galyn and said in a deep voice:

"Young man, you shouldn't speak nonsense. How could our 'Black Tomb' possibly possess His Holiness the Pope's Holy Cross?"

With a Saint backing him up now, Cohen was no longer afraid of Garcia launching a covert attack against him. He replied leisurely:

"As the dignified 'Lord of Shadows', why would I deceive the believers of the Goddess of Light? His Holiness the Pope's Holy Cross is right there in the hands of your 'Black Tomb'."

Arch-Prelate Clement chuckled softly:

"Garcia, that item is of no use to you anyway. Just hand it over."

Garcia's expression turned gloomy as he looked back at the members of "Black Tomb" behind him.

Naturally, he hadn't taken the Pope's Holy Cross, but he worried that one of his subordinates might have had sticky fingers and stolen the cross from the Pope.

However, all the subordinates behind him wore expressions of denial.

Garcia knitted his brows even tighter; he preferred to trust his subordinates.

A Holy Cross was of little use to dark creatures anyway, and keeping it would only draw the hostility of the Church of Light. There was no need to hide it.

Garcia said solemnly to Clement:

"Your Eminence, would you rather believe a mysterious person who hides his head and tail, or a former Temple Guard who has dedicated decades of his life to the Church of Light?

Although I broke my oath, I am still a noble, and I still retain my honor and dignity!"

Clement began to feel a bit doubtful at this point. It made no sense for Garcia to keep denying it if he truly had it.

With two Saints present on their side, playing dumb was completely out of the question.

Could he really have been fooled by this kid?

That shouldn't be; he had consulted those diviner swindlers from the Church of Prophecy, and they had foretold that this trip would yield results.

Everyone gathered their gazes on Cohen once again.

Cohen smiled faintly and shifted his attention to Mammon, the Lord of Minauros and the Third Layer of Hell, who had remained silent for a long time.

Noticing Cohen's undisguised gaze, Mammon's eyes turned icy as he said coldly:

"Kid, stop biting and framing people at random. Of everyone present, I am the least likely to take that so-called Holy Cross of Light!

I am a creature of Hell, and we are naturally at odds with the Church of Light!

Taking the Holy Cross of Light would be no different from committing chronic suicide."

Cohen said lightly:

"Mammon, haven't you noticed that your lair has been sinking even faster over the past few decades?"

Mammon's eyes darkened slightly, his gaze suddenly turning abysmally deep.

Seeing Mammon fall silent, a sudden suspicion bloomed in everyone's hearts—

This young man had actually hit the mark!

How could a Tier 2 transcendent know of such secrets originating from Hell?

Yet Cohen's next words filled their hearts with an unbelievable sense of absurdity.

Cohen's voice reached the ears of all the Saints and Legends:

"Mammon, and you call yourself the owner of the Eighth Number Pawnshop, supposedly shrewd to the extreme, yet you were played for a fool without even realizing it.

You are practically being driven to your doom by that Violet Archduke of the Northern Empire!"

At these words, Mammon's expression shifted slightly.

The Violet Archduke of the Northern Empire mentioned by Cohen instantly triggered memories in the minds of Mammon and everyone else present.

That had been the most successful and proudest transaction Mammon had made in nearly a hundred years!

Most of the others present had also heard of that transaction.

The Violet Archduke of the Northern Empire had paid a colossal price, using Mammon to rescue his fallen son from the hands of Asmodeus, the Lord of Nethys and the Ninth Layer of Hell.

Legend had it that the wealth involved in this transaction was enough to rival an entire nation.

This transaction had always been on Mammon's lips, something he recounted with great relish.

For a moment, the masked young man standing beside Saint Galyn appeared even more mysterious!

Among those present, only Isabella and Mr. Mordo, who had witnessed Cohen's magical feats, were not overly surprised.

The former simply stared intently at Cohen, seemingly plotting how to rip his mask off.

Mammon was completely bewildered at this moment, and he said in a deep voice:

"What do you mean?"

Cohen promptly replied:

"Is there a... dragon egg among your transaction ledger?"

As soon as these words were spoken, the air around Mammon chilled by several degrees, and a variety of complex gazes shot toward him.

Even the Lich King Nex and Garcia the Oathbreaker were slightly moved.

They hadn't expected Mammon to have actually acquired a dragon egg?

A dragon egg!

This was the cradle of the most powerful creatures of the future, the heritage of strength and wisdom.

If one could form a pact with a dragon egg, it would be equivalent to gaining a partner with at least Legend-tier potential!

Even though these Saints were already nearing the peak and had no use for such an item, who among them didn't have a few close younger relatives or descendants?

At this moment, Mammon's expression was exceptionally colorful, and his voice even began to tremble:

"What kind of nonsense are you spouting? How could I have something like that?"

Cohen said slowly:

"Don't be in such a hurry to deny it. Let me ask you first, was that dragon egg sealed? Hmm... the seal probably looked something like this."

As he spoke, Cohen used mana to trace a bizarre and intricate rune in the air.

Upon seeing the rune, Mammon's expression changed drastically, horror condensing in his eyes.

Seeing Mammon's reaction, everyone fell silent. There was no need to ask further; it was already glaringly obvious.

A dragon egg! It had been over a century since a dragon egg had last flowed out of the Dragon Valley!

Seeing that Mammon remained silent, Cohen directly taunted:

"Mammon, you idiot, having been a shopkeeper for so many years, how could you be so blind as to misjudge a dragon egg?

You got scammed and you're still helping count the money for the person who did it!

There is no dragon egg; that was a trap meticulously crafted for you by the Grand Duke of Violet with the help of a Saint from the Dwarven race!

What is sealed inside is the Holy Cross of the Pope of Light!

If you wait any longer, your lair really will be eroded by the Holy Cross and plunge eternally into the abyss of Hell!"

Seeing Mammon stunned into silence, Cohen felt an indescribable sense of gratification.

He silently added in his heart:

Scared, aren't you? If you're scared, hurry up and hand the "dragon egg" over to me! An ally of justice like me loves nothing more than solving troubles for others!