The Emperor’s Angel of Death

Seeing the magistrate's troubled expression, Rozim, who was beside him, immediately put his arm around the other's shoulder and introduced him mysteriously:

"Let me tell you, have you heard of the Death's Blade conspiracy group? The ones who were the first to resist Victor, they don't use slaves anymore. I saw it with my own eyes. Every time they fight or have meetings, their magistrates, Dracula, including the warriors, must have one each. They eat it to refresh themselves. Try this big fruit. I guarantee it won't hurt you."

As he said that, he took the initiative to pick up the strange fruit pit in Dogo's hand and chewed it in his mouth.

"This fruit king made by the shorty Dogo is really different. It's not your stimulant drug. It's not only safe, healthy, and all-natural, but it's also strong, doesn't sting the mouth, and is not addictive. Last time, when we finished fighting the Blood Marionette monsters, everyone was summarizing their experiences and discussing, and a female magistrate was anxious because the shorty Dogo didn't have any stock for a while. Tsk, this fruit king of the shorty Dogo is really something. The fruit is good, strong, and tastes right. It still has flavor after chewing for so long, and it's juicy. Whether it's Soul Loss Syndrome or something else, you'll feel energetic immediately. I want to go to the battlefield and show you what I can do, kill a bunch. Chewing one before a fight makes your reaction faster."

Although Rozim was boasting to the heavens, Imo was still a little skeptical. If this thing was so powerful and had no side effects, wouldn't the price be sky-high?

"I have to find someone to check this thing first—"

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Before he could finish speaking, he was interrupted by a crisp cracking sound. The short, stout man, who had drunk nearly half a ton of their stock of wine, suddenly jumped down from the chair, and a huge axe suddenly appeared in his hand, scaring Imo to instinctively grab the weapon at his waist.

"Burp, something's coming."

Rozim immediately stood up when he heard this. Nanawi hummed and looked around, while Arakan the Unbeaten stopped his movements and pinched the flying knife, like a statue.

A slight panic began to spread in the hall, almost boiling over. Imo turned around to summon the guards, but Rozim held his shoulder, signaling him to be quiet.

An eerie silence descended, mixed with bursts of unease.

In the darkness of the hall's dome, a greasy shadow slowly emerged, with slender, needle-like black claws equipped on its arms, quietly climbing the walls and spreading to the ceiling.

There, it spread into a black pool, as if merging into it.

Loken seemed to be the first to notice something was wrong. He raised his pistol and aimed at the shadow on the roof, but just before he fired, a sudden, rapid movement caught his attention.

Light reflected off the metal, spinning, extremely sharp.

Whoosh—

It was a flying knife, aimed at a ragged figure emerging from the shadows, a Skyrend Assassin cloaked in black.

With a ding, the flying knife hit the wall, sparking.

The assassin, dodging the flying knife, leaped backward and flipped to the ground. As soon as Imo shouted for the guards, the assassin rushed forward like an arrow.

At that moment, Imo witnessed a creature faster than a Commorrite assassin.

A pale green figure, like a killer insect staring at its prey in the jungle for a long time, finally finding an opportunity to hunt, swept in almost with a sonic boom.

At first, it seemed he missed the target, until his body turned into a splash of color on the artist's canvas, like a shadow copy of the original, only slightly different in position.

Imo blinked, barely able to make out what he saw, but the opponent's left leg, like a shadowy blade, had already slashed across the assassin's throat.

A moment later, the Unbeaten took a step back, his smoking left leg slowly lowered, stepping on the rolling head, standing nonchalantly next to the headless assassin, with his hands behind his back, his insect-like face inscrutable.

Two seconds later, the body gushing with hot blood slowly fell, making a dull sound. At this time, the conspiracy group warriors rushed in noisily.

Imo rubbed his eyes. He couldn't believe that a Skyrend Assassin, who was enough to make any magistrate in Commorragh run away in fear, was killed in an instant?

You know, although they are not as weird as the Mandrake assassins, they are equally deadly. Although they prefer to use poison to carry out assassinations more often, it does not mean that their skills are weak.

This was also the first time he had seen this Arakanian take action. Dogo had already surprised him enough, and this one looked...

Probably could also dominate in the arena, but looking at the smoking state of the opponent's muscles, perhaps this rapid attack consumes a lot of physical energy and is difficult to perform a second time in a short period of time.

The Unbeaten seemed to have noticed his thoughts and suddenly turned his head to glance at him, with a hint of mockery in his emotionless compound eyes.

"Ah, so the last problem is solved."

Rozim glanced at the corpse and turned to pick up the wine glass from the table.

"Brother, our last glass, I wish us all peace and smoothness!"

"I received intelligence that the Phoenix seems to be going to the Shadow Realm. Do you think Victor will let him in?"

At the top of the magnificent spire of the White Flame conspiracy group, Neos Iliassian stared at the shadow of the towering Overlord Spire in the distance, gently shaking the wine glass in his hand.

After a while, Shelian, the magistrate of the Blade of Desire conspiracy group, lightly shook her sharp bone fan and walked out from behind Iliassian.

Iliassian shook his head.

"If it were me, I definitely wouldn't. This person has simply been a miracle in Commorragh recently... Several times I thought it was a deadly situation, but he managed to resolve it, and even made Victor suffer a little in secret. Even two Blood Marionette masters and their academies have fallen into his hands. If I were Victor, I wouldn't let him do anything else."

"Maybe he doesn't want to, but can't?"

Shelian gently stroked Iliassian's back with the edge of her bone fan, which was sharp enough to cut metal, then leaned close to his ear and whispered in an unusually ambiguous posture:

"I heard that Victor plans to trade nearly half of the Kaidesh area with Kandrak in exchange for the latter to eliminate the Phoenix no matter what."

Iliassian's mouth curled into a sneer.

"If he does that, then his ruling spire will begin to collapse. Everyone will realize that he is beginning to weaken, and Kandrak has already proclaimed himself the King of Aelindrach. His ambition is like the ever-expanding shadow, boundless. Does Victor have the courage to collude with something like that? I don't think so."

"But you have the courage to collude with the Eternal Court. If Kandrak is an ever-expanding shadow, then doesn't Sorshen count as a dazzling sun? It's still possible to survive by crouching in the shadows, but getting close to the sun... will get burned to death."

"The sun? Ha, Commorragh is a place where even the sun must be bound. Are you afraid of what's above your head? It's never as deadly as the blades and schemes in the shadows."