Chapter 202

【If this operation fails, I will surely die.】

【But do I still have a chance to be saved?】

【But if I defect now and return to serve the Alliance, do I still have a chance to redeem myself?】

【If I could kill the blood giant before me】

Upon seeing this intention, Lu Cang saw red attack lines drifting from the other toward the blood giant.

But soon, the lines retracted.

【What joke is this? That blood giant is enormous—it's beyond the Saint-Class Sky Giant. How could I possibly kill it?】

【It's safer to save a few Alliance lords.】

Immediately, he turned his gaze to some Alliance lords still struggling desperately.

But a single glance revealed only low-rank lords.

【What value is there in saving these 4.3s? Sixth and seventh rank—would the Alliance even care if they died?】

【Fuck, should I defect or not?】

Lu Cang watched the other's inner turmoil, and within himself, he let out a cold laugh.

Humans are such fickle creatures.

Always trying to leave themselves an escape route.

Not long ago, they were thinking of spending the rest of their lives making amends to the Zuzhou Society.

The next second, they're wondering if defecting now might bring them some reward.

Whether they can be saved.

Typical turncoats, switching sides at every wind.

Lu Cang withdrew his gaze.

This man, under no circumstances, can be spared.

At the same time, Lu Cang has no intention of joining the Zuzhou Society.

The people here today are certainly not all the members of the Zuzhou Society.

Who knows if there are other spies or moles inside the Zuzhou Society?

Lu Cang has no desire to join the Zuzhou Society only to be stabbed in the back by these people.

As for the other lords, Lu Cang cannot read their intentions.

This lord whose intention he could read was merely a sixth-rank lord.

The other lords were all seventh rank and above.

Only then do they have the qualification to join this battle.

Sixth rank participating in the war to seize Bier City—isn't that suicide?

In fact, under normal circumstances,

Not even ninth rank could do more than barely participate.

Remember, under normal circumstances, Bier City was guarded by Saint-Class lords.