Chapter 128

The fragrance of various delicacies mixed with the rich aroma of wine made the atmosphere in the hall unusually relaxed and decadent.

"Chomp, chomp!"

"Fighting Demon" Zero sat cross-legged on the sofa, his two thick, wheat-colored arms each gripping a greasy, glistening meat leg, biting into them greedily.

Compared to the crude "Fighting Demon" Zero, a man and a woman sat on one side of the long table, their movements far more elegant and aesthetic.

The man had short golden hair, his face covered in thin, long scars that looked quite ferocious; especially as he chewed, these scars seemed to come alive, writhing like centipedes.

Even in the current environment and atmosphere, except for his helmet which had been placed to the side for the sake of eating, this man was covered from head to toe in black armor.

This person was "Space Slash" Peshilian.

And directly opposite sat a hot woman with gray-white long hair, wheat-colored skin, and exotic attire, "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien.

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist, with wine-red hair and a half-exposed, sturdy chest, lay on the sofa, swirling the red wine in his hand while occasionally glancing at "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien.

"If you look again, I will dig your eyes out." "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edestelien spoke indifferently.

"What a dangerous woman."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist spoke with a smile, though he withdrew his gaze, his expression showing a hint of boredom.

There were only a few of them in the hall, and besides Edestelien, there was really nothing worth looking at; as for the rest of the Security Department, they naturally weren't qualified to stay in the same place as them.

Besides.

If it weren't for "Fighting Demon" Zero's orders, the six of them rarely gathered together, usually busy with their own affairs.

"I heard you've set your sights on a half-elf woman." "Illusion Demon" Sahulont, with pale skin and thin cheeks, suddenly asked.

"Hm?"

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist paused in his swirling of the wine glass and looked at "Illusion Demon" Sahulont with surprise.

"Leave that woman to me, how about it?" "Illusion Demon" Sahulont spoke softly:

"Although half-elf women are rare, they can't compare to true elves in the slave market. I can offer a price of 1,200 gold coins."

"Heh."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist let out a low laugh, looking at "Illusion Demon" Sahulont with a hint of contempt deep in his eyes:

"I don't think you have that much money. Is it that guy Anpetif who wants her?"

Although the Security Department was on the same level as other departments, its status was actually much higher, so they had more or less some interaction with other department heads.

Just like the "Illusion Demon" Sahulont before him, who had a very good relationship with the Slave Department head, Anpetif.

As for him?

The assassins he had built and trained had long since snatched half the work of the Assassination Department, yet the head of the Assassination Department dared not harbor any dissatisfaction.

Because strength was the true right to speak!

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist, who had long understood this principle, had a hint of arrogance in his eyes: "Tell Anpetif, this is my prey."

"Fine."

"Illusion Demon" Sahulont spread his arms and nodded.

He was just a messenger; as for whether it succeeded or not, it had nothing to do with him, though he would naturally collect the commission for this in full.

"How is the investigation into that noble woman's intelligence going?"

"Fighting Demon" Zero swallowed the fatty meat in his mouth, his deep voice resounding.

"Not only is there no problem,"

"On the contrary, she is a person quite worth winning over. Slaughtering the family of herself and her fiancé with her own strength—this matter is no longer a secret in the entire Baharuth Empire."

"The other party is now wanted by the entire Empire. I didn't expect this woman to be smart enough to come to our Kingdom first."

"Space Slash" Peshilian put down the dining knife in his hand, the scars on his face writhing as he spoke with a low, heated laugh: "Too interesting."

Hearing this.

The rest of the people present showed expressions of surprise.

"Indeed worth winning over."

"Fighting Demon" Zero's eyes lit up.

The purpose of their gathering this time was for the upcoming duel between Gazef and Reynas.

Just at this moment.

"Someone is invading."

"Undead King" Divanock, who had been sitting in the corner, looking unremarkable but exuding an aura of death that no one could ignore, suddenly spoke:

"And it's a group of undead."

Invading?

This somewhat unfamiliar term entered the ears of everyone present, making everyone's expression pause.

"Hahaha."

"Where did the idiot come from who dares to come here?" "It looks like his luck is really bad; today, we 'Six Arms' are all here."

"Manipulating undead? Hey, Divanock, it's his bad luck to run into you."

Taunts, as if they had heard the funniest joke in history, rang out in the hall.

"Finally, it's not so boring."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist reached into his red hair and smoothed it upward, sitting up from the sofa, his mouth splitting into a smile.

"Fighting Demon" Zero's expression was cold; he didn't speak, but his eyes revealed a hint of ruthlessness.

The base was invaded.

Regardless of whether the other party was intentional or unintentional, in "Fighting Demon" Zero's eyes, it was an insult to their "Six Arms."

Anyone who dared to provoke them, no matter who they were, had to die!

"Ah!"

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"Ah!"

Outside the hall, the screams of subordinates soon rang out.

However.

Everyone present remained in their original seats, their expressions calm and composed, not caring in the slightest.

Boom!

The heavy hall door was violently struck, emitting a muffled sound.

It only held for a moment before the door was smashed open.

A group of pale undead, stained with blood, poured in from outside the hall; looking at their attire, they were clearly the subordinates of this manor.

The bloody aura dispersed the atmosphere and rich wine aroma in the hall.

"What a waste of this fine wine."

"Thousand Kills" Mamwist threw the red wine glass in his hand onto the table, speaking with some regret.

"Undead King" Divanock raised his head, revealing a terrifying, dry face with only a layer of skin hanging on the bones; the aura of death instantly intensified.

The other party was clearly not a living person, but a true undead!

Except for the few people present, I'm afraid not many people would have thought that an undead would be hidden in the world of the living.

"Undead Control!"

Facing the group of undead pouring in, "Undead King" Divanock raised his arm and waved toward the door.

A rich dark-attribute aura instantly spread, penetrating through the bodies of this group of undead.

Yet the next moment!

"Undead King" Divanock, who had been composed, stiffened, a hint of disbelief in his dry, hoarse voice.

"The other party's spellcasting ability is higher than mine; I cannot control this group of undead!"

"Undead King" Divanock stood up abruptly.

As soon as these words were spoken.

The expressions of everyone who had been composed changed completely.

"You aren't joking, are you, Divanock?" "Illusion Demon" Sahulont spoke with surprise, standing up as he spoke.

Clearly, he didn't think in his heart that this rigid skeleton would joke.

"Fireball!"

"Undead King" Divanock didn't respond, but raised his palm toward the door.

A fireball the size of a washbasin condensed in front of his palm, followed by a thunderous blast.

Boom!

The fireball slammed into the midst of the numerous undead, causing a huge explosion that directly annihilated the group that had rushed in.

Thick black smoke permeated the air.

A scorched pit appeared at the door, and the decorations and items in the hall were left in a mess by the roar and shockwave generated by the fireball's explosion.

"Do you think I'm joking?"

"Undead King" Divanock then turned his head, his emotionless gaze looking at "Illusion Demon" Sahulont.

At this time.

Everyone had already stood up, and the indifferent demeanor from before had long since vanished.

(End of Chapter)