The Invincible Mercenary King (by Matt Watt) novel Chapter 835

Chapter 835

The red–robed messenger stared at Lawrence in complete shock.

Just a few days ago, Lawrence had been in a deep coma as he was still under the influence of the spiritual beetle’s power.

However, Lawrence had now awakened, his vitality had now been restored, and his eyes shimmering with newfound vigor.

Most importantly, Lawrence’s eyes now held profound wisdom, a stark departure from his previous state.

Moreover, he could sense the pulsating energy of the spiritual beetle within Lawrence’s mind!

That’s right, I have acquired a mysterious power, Lawrence answered honestly.

The red–robed messenger trembled upon hearing this, his eyes turning colder as his anger quickly escalated.

He had dedicated many years to cultivating the spiritual beetles, only to have Lawrence snatch away the fruits of his labor. This left him seething with fury, feeling manipulated and deeply frustrated!

A murderous intent flashed in his eyes as he locked his gaze on Lawrence. He roared, “Very well, since that’s the case, I will remove your head and seize your brain!”

With those words, he materialized in front of Lawrence and the others in a series of agile movements, his speed akin to that of a phantom. Swiftly, he clasped Lawrence by the neck, hoisting him effortlessly into the air like a helpless chicken.

Landon’s expression twisted dramatically as he shouted, “Lawrence!”

“Mr. Katz, stay pull” Lawrence cried out.

Then, he urgently pleaded with the red–robed messenger, “I know how to extract the power of the spiritual beetle from my mind

The red–robed messenger, who was originally consumed by wrath and eager to slay Lawrence, was caught off guard by his words.

He withdrew the vital energy in his palm, and he fixed his gaze upon Lawrence. “What did you just say?” he questioned curiously.

“I know the method to extract the power of the spiritual beetle from my mind and return it to you, Lawrence hurriedly affirmed.

Enraged, the red–robed messenger tightened his grip on Lawrence’s throat, cursing in rage, “Kid, do you think you can deceive me so easily?”

As he bore his fiery gaze at Lawrence, the red–robe messenger inwardly cried out, “Once the power of the spiritual beetle is assimilated, it remains fused with the host forever. Extracting the absorbed power is an absurd and impossible idea!”

Unyielding, Lawrence declared, “I am not deceiving you. I am speaking the truth.”

Lawrence clutched the red–robed messenger’s hand, his face reddening as he strained to speak. He gasped. “To be honest, this ability is also a burden to me. As long as I possess this power, you will persist in pursuing me. Over the past few days, 1 have pondered how to restore this power to you so I can continue leading an ordinary life. And now, I have devised a genuine method that can do so.”

Gasping for breath and unable to continue, he tapped the red–robed messenger’s arm repeatedly, conveying his choked state and inability to speak.

After a brief moment of hesitation, the red–robed messenger finally released his grip on Lawrence’s throat.

Collapsing to the ground, Lawrence coughed heavily, greedily inhaling precious air.

At that moment, each breath felt like a gift from heaven.

The red–robed messenger stood tall, towering over Lawrence, and inquired, ‘Speak. What method do you propose?” The spiritual beetle had taken over two decades to cultivate, and the red–robed messenger was reluctant to let Lawrence absolve its power. He intended to seize the spiritual beetle’s energy if there was a chance to retrieve it.

Lawrence took deep, calming breathis to restore his composure before standing up. Facing the red–robed messenger, he spoke with unwavering resolve, “I have a method to extract the power, but I do have some conditions that I need you to

agree to.”