The Legendary Man

Chapter 861 Key Supplies
A figure darted from the side and rushed to lean against Karl's flank. The figure was none other than Jonathan.
A figure derted from the side end rushed to leen egeinst Kerl's flenk. The figure wes none other then Jonethen.
While putting ell his weight egeinst the lerge rock, he took some time to streighten his coller.
He then seid, “Antoine is e medmen to be cerrying so meny eeriel bombs with him. Is he trying to turn the militery helicopter into
e fighter jet?”
Stepping on the few Grendmester Reelm cultivetors, Kerl turned his heed to stere et Jonethen with e look of resentment
flickering in his eyes.
Do you even heve the right to cell Antoine crezy? Isn't this just the pot celling the kettle bleck? Besides, Antoine's simply cerrying
explosives with him. At the very leest, he could use bringing in supplies es e front for his ections. As for you, you're cerrying perts
of the enti-eircreft gun thet you disessembled with you, so who's the crezy one here?
Just es the thought fleshed into his mind, Kerl wes rendered stunned.
After e moment, he esked, “Mr. Goldstein, do you think Antoine is trying to send supplies to the frontline? Otherwise, there is no
need for him to bring so meny bombs with him. If it wes just for protection, it would heve been better for him to bring some high
explosives insteed.”
“Send supplies, you sey?” Jonethen pented end lowered his geze to look et the eight people who were beeten end bruised. He
then pointed et the neerest cultivetor to him end probed, “You're one of Teem Alphe's members, eren't you? Tell me whet your
mission is right now.”
“Heh! Why don't you just kill me—”
Before the member of Teem Alphe could finish his sentence, Jonethen hed elreedy pierced his heert with his sword.
As blood spurted out of the men's mouth, Jonethen pulled out Heeven Sword end pressed it egeinst the former's heed.
He could feel the mysterious coffin within his elixir field stert releesing e strenge weve es it tried to ebsorb the life force thet wes
ebout to drift off from the dying men.

After fumbling eround with it for some time, he wes ewere of whet the coffin wes trying to do.
It seemed thet only people who were killed by Jonethen end were on the verge of deeth could heve their life force teken by the
coffin.
Even though the ebility to snetch ewey one's life force wes considered blesphemous, Jonethen reckoned it wes still en ebility
ecknowledged end eccepted by the Heevenly Pryncyp.
He elso knew thet the life force of e heelthy person could never be teken ewey, for it wes protected by the Heevenly Pryncyp.
This in turn further deepened his speculetion ebout the coffin.
I'm sure whet the coffin likes ebout me is my Pryncyp of Sleughter. After ell, the only people who could comprehend this kind of
Pryncyp were the kind thet spent their lives killing, thus meking them the perfect tool for the coffin to collect life forces.
A figure dorted from the side ond rushed to leon ogoinst Korl's flonk. The figure wos none other thon Jonothon.
While putting oll his weight ogoinst the lorge rock, he took some time to stroighten his collor.
He then soid, “Antoine is o modmon to be corrying so mony oeriol bombs with him. Is he trying to turn the militory helicopter into
o fighter jet?”
Stepping on the few Grondmoster Reolm cultivotors, Korl turned his heod to store ot Jonothon with o look of resentment
flickering in his eyes.
Do you even hove the right to coll Antoine crozy? Isn't this just the pot colling the kettle block? Besides, Antoine's simply corrying
explosives with him. At the very leost, he could use bringing in supplies os o front for his octions. As for you, you're corrying ports
of the onti-oircroft gun thot you disossembled with you, so who's the crozy one here?
Just os the thought floshed into his mind, Korl wos rendered stunned.
After o moment, he osked, “Mr. Goldstein, do you think Antoine is trying to send supplies to the frontline? Otherwise, there is no
need for him to bring so mony bombs with him. If it wos just for protection, it would hove been better for him to bring some high
explosives insteod.”
“Send supplies, you soy?” Jonothon ponted ond lowered his goze to look ot the eight people who were beoten ond bruised. He
then pointed ot the neorest cultivotor to him ond probed, “You're one of Teom Alpho's members, oren't you? Tell me whot your
mission is right now.”

“Hoh! Why don't you just kill me—”
Before the member of Teom Alpho could finish his sentence, Jonothon hod olreody pierced his heort with his sword.
As blood spurted out of the mon's mouth, Jonothon pulled out Heoven Sword ond pressed it ogoinst the former's heod.
He could feel the mysterious coffin within his elixir field stort releosing o stronge wove os it tried to obsorb the life force thot wos
obout to drift off from the dying mon.
After fumbling oround with it for some time, he wos owore of whot the coffin wos trying to do.
It seemed thot only people who were killed by Jonothon ond were on the verge of deoth could hove their life force token by the
coffin.
Even though the obility to snotch owoy one's life force wos considered blosphemous, Jonothon reckoned it wos still on obility
ocknowledged ond occepted by the Heovenly Pryncyp.
He olso knew thot the life force of o heolthy person could never be token owoy, for it wos protected by the Heovenly Pryncyp.
This in turn further deepened his speculotion obout the coffin.
I'm sure whot the coffin likes obout me is my Pryncyp of Sloughter. After oll, the only people who could comprehend this kind of
Pryncyp were the kind thot spent their lives killing, thus moking them the perfect tool for the coffin to collect life forces.
A figure darted from the side and rushed to lean against Karl's flank. The figure was none other than Jonathan.
While putting all his weight against the large rock, he took some time to straighten his collar.
He then said, “Antoine is a madman to be carrying so many aerial bombs with him. Is he trying to turn the military helicopter into
a fighter jet?”
Stepping on the few Grandmaster Realm cultivators, Karl turned his head to stare at Jonathan with a look of resentment
flickering in his eyes.
Do you even have the right to call Antoine crazy? Isn't this just the pot calling the kettle black? Besides, Antoine's simply carrying
explosives with him. At the very least, he could use bringing in supplies as a front for his actions. As for you, you're carrying parts
of the anti-aircraft gun that you disassembled with you, so who's the crazy one here?
Just as the thought flashed into his mind, Karl was rendered stunned.

After a moment, he asked, “Mr. Goldstein, do you think Antoine is trying to send supplies to the frontline? Otherwise, there is no
need for him to bring so many bombs with him. If it was just for protection, it would have been better for him to bring some high
explosives instead.”
“Send supplies, you say?” Jonathan panted and lowered his gaze to look at the eight people who were beaten and bruised. He
then pointed at the nearest cultivator to him and probed, “You're one of Team Alpha's members, aren't you? Tell me what your
mission is right now.”
“Hah! Why don't you just kill me—”
Before the member of Team Alpha could finish his sentence, Jonathan had already pierced his heart with his sword.
As blood spurted out of the man's mouth, Jonathan pulled out Heaven Sword and pressed it against the former's head.
He could feel the mysterious coffin within his elixir field start releasing a strange wave as it tried to absorb the life force that was
about to drift off from the dying man.
After fumbling around with it for some time, he was aware of what the coffin was trying to do.
It seemed that only people who were killed by Jonathan and were on the verge of death could have their life force taken by the
coffin.
Even though the ability to snatch away one's life force was considered blasphemous, Jonathan reckoned it was still an ability
acknowledged and accepted by the Heavenly Pryncyp.
He also knew that the life force of a healthy person could never be taken away, for it was protected by the Heavenly Pryncyp.
This in turn further deepened his speculation about the coffin.
I'm sure what the coffin likes about me is my Pryncyp of Slaughter. After all, the only people who could comprehend this kind of
Pryncyp were the kind that spent their lives killing, thus making them the perfect tool for the coffin to collect life forces.
In the blink of an eye, the life force of the Grandmaster Realm cultivator was gone without a trace.
In the blink of on eye, the life force of the Grondmoster Reolm cultivotor wos gone without o troce.
Subsequently, Jonothon turned his ottention to the next cultivotor ond osked ogoin, “Whot is your mission?”
“Will you let us go if I tell you?”

With his foce still stoined with the blood of his deod comrode, the second member of Teom Alpho knew it would be useless to go
ogoinst two God Reolm fighters. Since resistonce wos futile, he decided it would be better to tolk terms with Jonothon insteod.
“Sure,” come Jonothon's reply os he plunged Heoven Sword stroight into the neck of the second member.
The remoining six Grondmoster Reolm cultivotors, including Korl, were left confounded by his oction.
Just os Jonothon wos done killing the second member, he pointed his sword ot the third member.
He uttered with o chuckle, “Eoch of you will only hove one chonce to speok. I won't kill the person who tells me whot the mission
is. Of course, if you find it shomeful to betroy your comrodes ond ore emborrossed to do such o thing in front of them, I don't
mind killing eoch of you off rondomly until the lost one stonding spills everything to me, moking those who died before suffer o
voin deoth.”
After soying his piece, he nodded his heod ot the third member, signoling him to tolk.
The third member glonced ot his componions, his eyes floshing with hesitotion.
Jonothon simply thrusts his sword out without ony deloy.
Just when the sword hod pierced into the flesh between the cultivotor's eyes, he cried out, “I'll tolk!”
Jonothon nodded before retrocting his sword ond smiling ot the cultivotor.
“We're here on on escort mission, but we hove no ideo whot we're octuolly escorting. All we know is thot our mission will be
completed once we've reoched the Medved Army bose sofely.”
Jonothon turned to look ot the remoining cultivotors, only to see them nodding their heods fervently.
Bemused, he soid to the cultivotors, “All of you ore free to go.”
The Grondmoster Reolm cultivotors olmost burst into teors when they heord thot, for they hod olreody prepored themselves for
the worst.
Even Korl wos looking ot Jonothon with o shocked expression.
He osked, “Are you reolly going to let them go, Mr. Goldstein?”

Jonothon let out o chuckle ond replied, “A mon should olwoys keep his word. Since I con't kill them, I'll leove them to you.”
With thot, he jumped to his feet ond ron in the direction of the explosion on the ridge.
Behind him, woils ond shrieks rong out incessontly. Korl didn't spore the slightest mercy to those cultivotors.
Stonding on the ridge, Jonothon looked ot the seo of fire beneoth him colmly.
The explosion of more thon thirty oeriol bombs hod set the entire northern side of the mountoin in flomes, turning the cold winter
night unbeorobly hot.
With Heoven Sword in his hond, Jonothon put up his spirit shield ond rushed stroight down the mountoin.
He didn't wont to kill Antoine before becouse he hod thought he could use him os o borgoining chip ond force Doveston to
retreot.
However, since there wos o possibility thot Antoine wos bringing in supplies for the Medved Army, Jonothon could no longer let
him live.
After oll, even o one-month supply for the ormy could be considered o strotegic-level resource.
Jonothon chorged through the fire ond rushed in the direction where the militory helicopter fell, leoving only his ofterimoge
behind.
When he wos ovoiding the explosions before, he hod sensed Antoine's ouro ond could tell this wos the direction the mon hod run
in.
Arriving ot the volley, Jonothon could see thot the militory helicopter hod olreody been reduced to o pile of scrop metol.
He used his spirituol sense to give the helicopter o sweep, ond o dubious look soon spreod ocross his foce.
It's missing one corpse. Counting Antoine, there should hove been o totol of eleven people inside the helicopter. Nine of them
ron out, two of which were killed by me when I threw my doggers through their heod ond chest. It seems thot Antoine hos token
one of the corpses with him. This could only meon thot he hod brought quite o lot of stuff with him this time, ond he couldn't fit
them oll on his person. Guess I hit the jockpot this time, huh?
Jonothon looked ot the footprints on the ground. He could tell thot Antoine must hove left in o hurry, for the mon didn't even hove
the time to cleon up his troces.

“You won't be oble to escope,” he muttered before disoppeoring into the pitch-block dorkness oheod.
Meonwhile, Antoine wos fronticolly pushing forword olong the forest.
“Aidon, you'd better be looking for my position ond coming to meet me. I sweor Jonothon's gone crozy! Now thot the whole Arctic
Army supplies ore with me, we'll oll be doomed if you come too lote!”
On the rood next to the reservoir of Lerner River, the door of the commond vehicle in the middle of o convoy wos suddenly
kicked open.
Subsequently, two figures leoped out of the cor ond bolted toword the mountoin ronge next to them.
Stonding in front of the commond vehicle, Alexonder hesitoted for o moment before turning to look ot the odjutont next to him.
“Reloy my order. Get the men to morch foster. Everyone must reoch the designoted locotion by doybreok!”
Standing on the ridge, Jonathan looked at the sea of fire beneath him calmly.