My Waste Husband
Chapter 1007

Chapter 1007

The Fire Crystal contained an extremely high amount of energy. When it was detonated, it could produce an impact that was even more terrifying than a nuclear explosion.

The most detrimental part of a nuclear explosion was not the blast. The radioactive elements gave out from a nuclear explosion could render the land barren for hundreds of years.

However, the Fire Crystal explosion didn't produce radioactive elements. And that's why Henry decided to detonate it. Otherwise, even though Henry and Flynn could survive the blast, they couldn't survive the damage caused by the radioactive elements.

Henry cut open the stomach of the Ba-serpent and got out. The mucus on his body dried quickly under the high temperature caused by the explosion. He felt very uncomfortable, and it took him a long time to peel the dried mucus off.

He turned around to check the Ba-serpent. It was lying on the ground. The scales on its body had all gone, and the flesh gave out a burned smell. Only half of its triangle-shaped head had left.

Henry took a deep breath. He had escaped from death.

In fact, Henry didn't really know how good the Ba-serpent's defense capacity was. If the Ba- serpent's body couldn't block the explosion, Henry could have died inside of its belly.

Flynn was still inside of the belly of the Ba-serpent, unconscious. He had no idea what his surroundings had turned into.

Henry looked around and, to his surprise, found himself in the area before he had entered the Purgatory. It was unknown if the blast had pushed them here or the Ba-serpent fled here by itself.

However, none of that mattered anymore.

Henry took out his broken sword and cut the opening on the Ba-serpent's belly wider. He carried Flynn on his shoulders and walked toward Recluse Association's world.

In the world of Recluse Association.

Two Qi- concentrating Realm masters were standing in front of the stone wall. They hid under their cloaks and stood there motionless like statues.

Suddenly, one of them turned around and paid attention to the other side of the wall.

The other one also turned around.

"You feel it?"

"Yes, some creatures are approaching. I'm afraid the attack is about to happen."

"Let's kill this one first."

The two looked at each other and punched out at the same time. The stone wall cracked open.

"Clomp, clomp."

They heard footsteps coming from the passage.

The two men stood before the entrance of the passage.

The footsteps were getting louder and louder. Both of them knew the creature was getting closer.

"Let's do it!" One of them shouted.

The two launched the attack almost at the same time.

"What's wrong with you two? The monsters couldn't kill the Bishop's son, so you guys want to finish the job for them?" Henry's voice sounded in the passage.

"The Bishop's son!"

The two Qi- concentrating Realm masters stopped their attacks.

Henry, carrying the unconscious Flynn, emerged from the dark.

"Robbin Gaille!" The two men cried out in surprise, staring at Flynn.

Henry put Flynn on the ground. It seemed that Robbin Gaille was Flynn Tang's birth name.

"Gentlemen," Henry shrugged, "I just put my life at risk and brought the Bishop's son alive. Do you think it's appropriate to prepare me a comfortable bed and some good drinks?"

The two Qi- concentrating Realm masters looked at each other. One of them asked in a lowered voice, "So you are the guy who went in with Commissioner Andrew but didn't come out?"

"Yep," Henry flatted out his hands.

Another one came over to Flynn to confirm his identity, "Yes, he is Robbin Gaille. Inform the Bishop."

The man then turned to Henry, "Follow me!"

Half an hour later, Henry was lying comfortably in a bath barrel. For more than two weeks, he could finally relax.

While humming a tune, Henry picked up a bag of medicine and rubbed it around his body.

"Hey, you're so well-informed. I've only been out for half an hour." Henry threw the bag in the barrel and closed his eyes.

The place where Henry was staying looked like a hotel from 1880s Europe. Although everything here looked like antiques, they were, in fact, brand new.

After rescuing the Bishop's son, Henry was treated as an honored guest by the two Qi- concentrating masters.

The door of the room was pushed open. Sackcloth Visitor walked in, with his hands rested behind his back. He stared at Henry, who was in the bath barrel.

"I say, I'm still in the bath barrel. We are not that close yet!" Henry side- eyed Sackcloth grumpily.

"You're all men, and I'm old enough to be your grandfather," Sackcloth Visitor said. "You've made it loud this time, even rescued the Bishop's son."

"What else can I do?" Henry said as he stretched, "Otherwise, Andrew would eat me alive."

"Haha," Sackcloth Visitor chuckled, "Andrew indeed has to be more careful around you. But it's not a long-term solution. The secret of the City of Hell is too serious. At this moment, Andrew holds back the information from the top of the organization on purpose. If any of the upper-level people learn about it, even the Bishop won't leave you alone!"

"I know," Henry nodded. He got out from the bath barrel and wrapped a towel around. "But I'm living my life by the days. The future will have to wait."

"Oh," Sackcloth Visitor pushed down the brim of his straw hat, "So thinking on your feet, right?"

"You can understand it any way you want," Henry put on a bathrobe. He made tea and poured a cup for Sachcloth Visitor and himself. Henry sat down on the couch and said, "It's time for Andrew

to show up."

As soon as Henry finished his words, loud laughter was heard from outside of the door.

"Haha! Henry, I'm really proud of you! You lucky son of a gun brought Robbin Gaille back. The Bishop decided to come here immediately after he heard about the good news. He wanted to come down here to thank you in person. What you have achieved is a miracle, considering you just reached Qi-transformation Realm."

In Andrew's voice, he showed up in front of Henry.

Andrew didn't bring anyone with him. He closed the door behind him and started to make himself a cup of coffee.

"You people from Yan Xia like drinking tea, while we like coffee. This should be a cultural difference," Andrew sat down in front of Henry, holding his cup of coffee, "Or, the difference between races."