Duld’s body trembled violently as he lunged forward, like a leaping frog suddenly pinned to the ground by an iron skewer.
Pain spread.
Muscles twitched.
He slowly lowered his head.
His wide eyes were filled with disbelief.
A blade had already pierced through his chest, protruding out.
On the snow-white blade, blood gathered into droplets, dripping onto the ground.
The defense he carefully arranged using the ‘Corpse Decomposer’ and rituals obtained from Prince Ruitai, which could withstand at least twenty revolver shots or three artillery shots, was utterly useless at this mont.
Compared to the skills of the ‘Corpse Decomposer’.
His pride lay in his defensive capability.
He believed that even against a higher-level opponent, his defense couldn’t be shattered with a single strike.
But now?
Shattered with one strike!
Is this a trap?
Instinctively, Duld looked at San.
However, under Duld’s gaze, San was clearly shocked, frozen in place.
At this point, it was clear San had no need to disguise anymore.
Which ant, this was not San’s doing.
Then…
What’s going on?
Such a question had no answer.
There was only the regret of failure.
And the anger rising from that regret.
Wasn’t I supposed to kill San and then reach the peak of my life?
Why?
Why?
Why is it who dies?
With the last remaining strength, Duld turned his head to Taniel.
Present were only him, San, and Taniel.
If it wasn’t him or San, then it only left Taniel.
But Taniel, who had signed a contract, was supposed to be impossible.
Yet the inspiration unique to a ‘mystical side person’ and the flash of insight before death allowed Duld to glimpse a tiny bit of the ‘truth’.
"Is it you?!”
Duld looked at the calm-faced Taniel.
Guided by an unknown force, he couldn’t understand why the person would willingly endure excruciating soul-tearing pain to defy the contract.
To know, that also ant death!
Moreover, there would be imnse suffering before death!
"It’s not .”
Taniel answered this way.
Duld was taken aback.
Then, after holding back for a long ti, Taniel sneered.
"Just kidding.”
"You!”
Duld widened his eyes in fury, spewing a mouthful of blood.
Poof!
Blood sprayed as Duld breathed his last, and with Jason pulling out the short-handled broad blade cleaver, his whole body slumped to the ground.
Duld died.
Died in a scenario he had never imagined.
Yi!
A silver-white slash appeared out of nowhere, sweeping over Duld’s corpse.
It wasn’t Jason defending against any ‘Tomb Guardian’ techniques.
It was simply because Jason had long gotten into the habit of acting cautiously.
Only by this ti did San return to his senses.
"This?”
"A probe?”
After a slight hesitation, the official representative of Lorde’s mystical side ca to a rough guess.
"Mm.”
"Consider it one aspect.”
Taniel nodded.
By this ti, Jason had started to clean up the battlefield.
"Just one aspect?”
San was surprised once more.
He looked at Taniel standing in front of him, then at Jason tidying the battlefield, and his mind, which had just cleared, was once again in a daze.
San originally thought he knew enough about Jason and Taniel.
But the scene before him entirely overturned his perception.
Jason, Taniel were even more cautious and…
Ruthless!
Unrestrained!
That’s right, ruthless!
Look at the corpse on the ground!
Who was that?
Duld, the official ambassador tasked with handling the ‘Lorde Disaster Day’ — the highest authority in this operation, holding power equivalent to the mayor of Lorde City and the commander of the Lorde military camp. Ṙ𝘢ꞐŎ𝖇Ё𝒮
Although they were on opposite sides, San still acknowledged the other’s identity.
And now?
The other was dead.
Dead without any clear understanding.
Anyone else facing the opponent would feel apprehensive.
But Jason, Taniel?
They acted directly.
Of course, San could imagine Jason and Taniel had already arranged the conclusion.
But because of this, he was even more astonished.
Because the ti was too short.
How long had they been apart?
Two hours?
Or one hour?
In such a short ti, they had arranged everything.
This sent a chill down San’s spine.
Because if everything was pre-arranged, it ant all he did was within Jason and Taniel’s calculations.
But if it was handled on the spot…
That would be even more terrifying!
The decisiveness and lack of hesitation made San’s scalp tingle.
Without hesitation, San sharply increased Jason and Taniel’s danger rating.
Of course, more importantly…
Just now, that silver slash!
San was sure that among the ‘Night Watcher’ he knew of, there was no such slash.
Conversely, in higher ranks of the ‘Knight’, there was a similar slash.
Sir Beta’s legacy was so rich?
San felt a faint sense of envy deep down.
He knew that although Jason was still a low-tier ‘Night Watcher’ at the mont, his actual strength could already match higher-tier professions — which was sothing countless ‘mystical side people’ dared not even dream of.
Because by simply following the steps.
Jason would certainly beco a high-tier ‘Night Watcher’.
Every advancent would grant Jason a ‘baptism’.
Every ‘baptism’ would make Jason stronger.
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