The Last Gentleman-Chapter 306: Target Locking

The three summoned individuals walked at the front, while Catherine deliberately stayed at the end of the line, waiting for William to join her.

After Catherine stressed that she and Yi Chen were “good friends,” the other members of the circus troupe didn’t start any trouble,

instead, they were more interested in the Gentleman Team, who were able to regain initiative in their nightmares and even attempted to reverse the encroachment of the nightmares.

“Catherine, could you give a brief introduction? Who are these three people?”

“Oh~ I was a bit too excited and forgot to introduce them to you! I really didn’t expect Uncle Jian to come;he’s one of the circus’s top acts.

The one walking at the very front is Uncle Jian. He is the Chief Magician of the circus. The business is doing so well largely because of Uncle Jian’s spectacular performances.

The emerging magicians in the team were all trained by Uncle Jian himself.”

As they talked, the Magician Jian at the front also turned slightly to give them a mysterious and friendly look.

Seeing this, Catherine also subtly nudged Yi Chen on the side with her elbow, then tiptoed and whispered in his ear:

“Hey~ Apart from performances, Uncle Jian hardly interacts with outsiders.

It seems he has already taken notice of you twice, which probably means he’s quite interested in you, William. If you take the initiative later, you might be directly taken to the circus by Uncle Jian.”

“Did I ever say I wanted to go?”

“Who wouldn’t want to go to the circus if they’re a patient from the new era? William, if you get a chance to see our performance one day, I guarantee you’ll find it interesting.”

“Let’s talk about it after I’ve seen the performance, all right? What about the other two?”

“The one walking on stilts is the third leader of the Circus – Mozander. He excels in body techniques, especially those related to the feet. As you heard just now, Mozander might cause trouble, and he’ll forcefully take the ‘legs and feet’ he wants.”

“Isn’t this a dream? Aren’t we all just mental projections here? How can they be taken?”

“Nope, Mozander has high ‘domination’ over legs, even if it’s just a projection of consciousness in a dream. Once he cuts off the legs and feet, the associated concepts of the individual may be taken along with them.”

“Concept…”

Yi Chen recalled teacher Zede’s eyes, which were erased at the conceptual level,

and then, he remembered the members of the Blade Squad. In terms of the quality of legs and feet, Zede was unmatched, so surely this juggler would set his sights on Zede.

“If the Teacher could escape from the Suffering Monastery in his youth, he should have no problem dealing with this juggler… At this stage, we can only trust in the Teacher’s strength.”

“The last one is Aunt Harida, she is currently the hardest to recruit and also the least mainstream ventriloquist in the circus. Due to the decline in the popularity of modern ventriloquist performances, the boss reduced the available slots to one.

The four ventriloquists of the circus had to compete for that spot. In the end, Aunt Harida won, and the remaining three naturally became her dolls.

Aunt Harida has a good temper, and she will surely assist us with all her might in the requests I made.”

The doll held by the old woman kept one eye on what was behind her the entire time, and when the two mentioned it, the doll’s wooden arm naturally lifted to wave hello.

“Catherine, are you so sure that with the help of this group of outsiders, you can successfully dismantle the entire Gentleman Team?”

“Hehe, don’t worry! Since Uncle Jian is here, the forced division will surely be successful this time, and he definitely won’t do anything unnecessary.

Let’s focus on finishing up the game afterwards.”

“Yeah.”

…

[Dream Church]

Wrinkled Skin Spacy’s ongoing skin invasion was progressing smoothly,

covering the entire church building, the ground, sculptures, benches, lamps, and more with a thick layer of skin, even transforming the internal materials into skin.

Prophet Marko and Martin sat on the bench closest to the church entrance, their masks at the back of their heads staring directly at the doorway.

Doctor Macaul sat in the first row of seats at the deepest part of the church, closest to Wrinkled Skin.

Should the church be attacked, he would create a silver domain to cover Spacy within it at first notice, ensuring that the occupation process would not be disturbed.

Romary Tahan, with a self-rolled flame cigarette in her mouth, guarded the left side of the church.

Kimberly Cabrella stood on the right side of the church, like a mechanical sculpture,

While a gentleman resembling a living corpse, Hogni Zed, was crawling among the pillars and skeletal vouchers that supported the church dome.

Just then,

Prophet Marko had been continuously expanding his web of thought when he captured a presence as unsearchable as the Abyss, a dark entity. When he probed with his mind, a powerful suction force instantaneously acted upon him, almost causing his very consciousness to be absorbed.

Snap! Mental disengagement.

This influence over thought even manifested in reality, as the Prophet Mask at the back of his head actually broke into two, falling to the ground.

At the back of Marko and Martin’s heads, there was no second face, just an ordinary nape.

The function of the back-of-the-head mask was as a “Personality Totem,” which allowed for a better transition between internal personalities, thus stabilizing the Prophet Identity that he needed to maintain for a long time.

The personality responsible for daily activities and the Prophet’s work had always been the corresponding alter ego.

Martin’s main personality had always been sealed due to some special issues.

As the mask of the alter ego was knocked off, the long-dormant main personality began to slowly awaken. However, the alter ego’s hand still gently rested on the shoulder of the main personality.

“Martin, let me handle this for now… If you’re exposed too soon, we’ll have one less trump card. Let’s see what we’re up against first.”

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“Call me if you can’t hold on.”

With the main personality suppressed, Marko squatted to pick up the shattered mask, put it back onto the back of his head, and warned, “Everyone, be alert. The nightmare is about to strike, and it’s strong, far surpassing any nightmare creature we’ve encountered along the way.”

No sooner had he spoken than the church’s large doors were pushed open with force by hands wearing white gloves.

Magician Jian walked straight in through the main entrance without any intention of ambush or encirclement.

He even took off his top hat and bowed respectfully to the people inside the church, his gaze fixed on the Prophet.

The two had just had a brief mental collision,

where Jian had set a trap in advance using Marko’s attempt at mental probing, trying to suck the indiscriminate Marko into the Consciousness Abyss.

Just as he was about to succeed,

an incredibly horrific human crawled out of Marko’s back, dragging him out by force, freeing him from the mental trap.

Such a mental disorder piqued Jian’s curiosity;he wanted to observe this Prophet closely and even saw in Marko a completely new concept for magic.

Following closely, Mozander, on stilts, also bent down to enter the church.

As Yi Chen feared, he was immediately drawn to Zed, who was clinging to the ceiling, captivated by those strong, powerful, fair, and vigorous long legs.

Snap! A finger snap came from inside the church.

The snap was like a “lighter” igniting, lighting the “fuse” on the bodies of the intruders. Just as everyone was about to burst into flames,

“Stop.”

The ventriloquist Harida’s wooden puppet gently uttered the word, forcibly halting the concept of human combustion.

Meanwhile,

Doctor Macaul, seated in the depths, was releasing silver in full force, creating an undisturbed, pure silver Barrier for Wrinkled Skin Spacy. As he was halfway through, the Doctor’s keen sensitivity made him twist his head to glance at the entrance.

He saw, at the tail end of the intruders, a familiar head of silver hair flutter by.

An intense stress response was triggered inside his body, stimulating the silver-transformation of the Doctor’s physical form, instinctively switching to combat mode.

Preparing to throw himself into the fray with all his might, he aimed to kill the suspicious silver-haired youth.