Chapter 145: The Death of Black Scorpion! The Slaughter Ends!

The guards on the watchtowers fell one after another silently.

The entire process was smooth and flowing, without making a single extra sound.

After taking care of the perimeter sentries, Roko's gaze fell upon that heavy steel gate.

He did not choose to break the door with violence.

That would alert the people inside the warehouse.

He nodded to Fula beside him.

Fula's figure instantly disappeared from where she was.

She was like an agile black cat, flipping silently onto the five-meter-high wall in a few leaps.

The iron spikes on the wall were as good as non-existent to her.

A moment later.

"Creak!"

That heavy steel gate was slowly opened a crack from the inside.

A sneer appeared at the corner of Roko's mouth.

"Hart, take half the men and hold this place; don't let anyone out."

"The rest, follow me."

"Remember, we are here to deliver warmth."

"Keep the noise down."

"Yes, Master!"

Hart answered in a low voice.

His face was filled with excitement.

Roko took the lead, taking fifty Obsidian Gold knights, like ghosts blending into the night, silently sneaking into the warehouse.

Inside the warehouse, it was brightly lit.

Squads of patrol soldiers holding long spears were walking back and forth.

In the central open space of the warehouse, over a dozen horse-drawn carriages already loaded with goods were parked.

A group of Poison Scorpion Society members wearing black robes were making final checks on the goods.

And in a three-story stone building beside the open space.

The high-level deacon of the Poison Scorpion Society, "Black Scorpion," was holding a glass of scarlet wine, standing by the window, admiring the busy scene of his subordinates.

A trace of a triumphant smile was on his face.

As long as this batch of goods could be successfully sent to the Dwarf Mountains tonight at midnight.

That guy Huorong could completely crush the Stone Hammer Tribe and control the eastern mining area of the entire Dwarf Mountains.

By then, a steady stream of ore and weapons would be sent to the hands of the Third Prince through him.

This was a huge contribution!

Perhaps, with this contribution, he could take another step up and become a noble "Bishop"!

Thinking of this, the smile at the corner of his mouth grew thicker.

However, he did not notice.

In the warehouse under his nose.

The shadow of death had already descended quietly.

Roko and his knights dispersed, like the most skilled hunters, lurking in the dark corners.

They were waiting.

Waiting for the best moment to strike.

Waiting for the moment to catch everyone here in one net!

The atmosphere in the open space of the warehouse was a bit sultry.

A supervisor of the Poison Scorpion Society was using a whip to lash a laborer who was moving a bit slowly.

"Trash! Faster!"

"If you delay the Master Deacon's big event, I'll take your life!"

That laborer was whipped until his skin was torn and flesh was gaping, but he could only grit his teeth and speed up the movements in his hands.

The surrounding Poison Scorpion Society thugs watched this scene and let out gloating laughter.

They had long been accustomed to this law of the jungle.

Just at this moment.

A sudden change occurred!

A black shadow suddenly flashed out from behind the stacked goods like a ghost.

No one saw his movements clearly.

Only a cold light was seen flashing past.

That supervisor who was showing off his power had his laughter cut short.

A head flew into the sky.

Scalding blood sprayed onto the faces of several thugs nearby.

"Ene—..."

A thug had just shouted one word in terror.

A black crossbow bolt precisely shot from the darkness, piercing his throat.

Blocking the rest of his words forever.

"Enemy attack!"

Finally, someone reacted and let out a desperate roar.

The entire warehouse instantly fell into chaos.

However, it was already too late.

"Kill!"

A cold word devoid of any emotion was spat out from Roko's mouth.

This was the signal for the full-scale attack!

The next second.

Fifty Storm Knights lurking in the darkness erupted at the same time like grim reapers crawling out of hell!

The longswords and waraxes in their hands turned into the most efficient killing machines.

This was a slaughter without any suspense.

Those Poison Scorpion Society thugs and Viscount Enade's private soldiers, although they could be considered desperate men who had been through many battles.

But in front of the Storm Knights wearing Obsidian Gold heavy armor and holding refined weapons, they were as fragile as lambs waiting to be slaughtered.

Their blades and swords hacked onto the Obsidian Gold heavy armor, only making a series of powerless crisp sounds, unable to leave even a white mark.

And every attack of the Storm Knights could easily tear open their fragile leather armor and take away a fresh life.

A guard captain of Viscount Enade, who could be considered a Bronze Initial-stage knight.

He roared, condensing Battle Qi on his longsword, and hacked fiercely toward the helmet of a Storm Knight.

"Clang!"

A loud noise.

Sparks flew everywhere.

That Storm Knight just swayed his body, not even retreating.

And that guard captain was shaken by the huge recoil force until the web between his thumb and index finger split, and his longsword almost slipped from his hand.

He looked at this steel monster in front of him, which was completely unharmed, in disbelief.

Before he could react from the shock.

That Storm Knight had already chopped his head along with his helmet into two halves with one axe.

Red and white flowed all over the ground.

Fula's figure was like an elegant and deadly dancer.

She shuttled quickly across the chaotic battlefield.

Every time the longsword in her hand swung out, it carried a strange light, half frost-white and half crimson.

"Frostfire Dual Blades!"

She shouted softly.

A sword Qi mixed with blue and red swept out.

The five or six enemies blocking in front of her were instantly split into two halves.

Half were frozen into ice sculptures.

Half were burned into charcoal.

Then, they shattered together.

This strange and powerful force made all the enemies who saw this scene terrified, subconsciously wanting to stay away from this terrifying cat-eared girl.

On the three-story stone building.

"Black Scorpion"'s complexion changed when he heard the first alarm.

He pushed open the window violently and looked down.

When he saw those Obsidian Gold knights slaughtering his subordinates like chopping melons and vegetables, his pupils shrank violently.

"Obsidian Gold heavy armor!"

"It's the people from Vanguard Valley!"

"It's Roko Raymond!"

A stormy sea instantly surged in his heart.

How did they find this place?

How did they dare to kill their way here directly?

But it was no longer the time to think about these questions.

He knew the situation was gone.

With just these few people in the warehouse, it was impossible to be the opponent of these steel monsters.

Must run immediately!

He rushed downstairs without hesitation.

He knew there was a secret escape passage under the stone building.

As long as he could enter there, he could escape alive!

However, he had just rushed to the hall on the first floor.

A figure appeared in front of him silently like a ghost, blocking his way.

It was Roko!

"Master Deacon, where are you in such a hurry to go?"

Roko's face carried a trace of a cold smile.

"Black Scorpion"'s heart sank to the bottom instantly.

He stared fixedly at the young man in front of him.

Although he was just standing there quietly.

But "Black Scorpion" could feel a pressure as heavy as a mountain coming toward him.

Making it difficult for him even to breathe.

This young man was too strong!

Much stronger than described in the intelligence!

"Roko Raymond!"

"Black Scorpion" gritted his teeth and squeezed this name out from between his teeth.

"I admit, I underestimated you."

"But do you really think you have me cornered?"

A flash of madness crossed his eyes.

"Then let me show you the true power of the Poison Scorpion Society!"

He violently pulled a bottle of bright red liquid from his bosom.

It was exactly that red potion that could make dwarves go berserk!

He didn't hesitate at all, pulled out the stopper, and poured the whole bottle of potion into his mouth.

"Roar!"

"Black Scorpion" let out a roar that didn't sound human.

His body began to undergo violent changes at a speed visible to the naked eye.

Muscles expanded crazily as if inflated, tearing through the black robe on his body.

His skin turned a terrifying dark red.

Ferocious bone spurs broke out from his spine and joints.

His eyes turned crimson, filled with tyranny and madness.

In just a few breaths, he changed from a lean man into a monster over two meters tall, exuding an ominous aura.

A powerful, terrifying aura far exceeding the late Bronze stage erupted from his body.

"Die!"

He roared, the ground under his feet cracked instantly, and his whole body rushed toward Roko like a cannonball out of the chamber.

His hand, which had become like a claw, grabbed toward Roko's heart with a sharp whistle that tore the air.

However, facing this terrifying strike.

There was still no expression on Roko's face.

He didn't even make a move to dodge.

Just at the moment the claw was about to touch his body.

He moved.

He didn't use any fancy sword skills.

Just a simple punch.

Meeting "Black Scorpion"'s claw, he blasted it out.

"Bang!"

A dull, loud noise like two mountain peaks colliding.

In "Black Scorpion"'s disbelieving gaze.

His claw, which was enough to tear steel, shattered inch by inch the moment it touched Roko's fist.

An irresistible, violent force poured out from Roko's fist.

Instantly destroying his entire arm.

Then, it was his chest.

"Crack! Crack!"

The sound of bones shattering rang out densely.

"Black Scorpion"'s body was hit heavily as if by an invisible giant hammer.

His entire chest caved in.

His body flew backward at a speed faster than it came.

Hitting the wall behind him heavily.

Creating a spiderweb-like crack on the hard stone wall.

"Pfft!"

He spat out a large mouthful of black blood mixed with organ fragments.

He lowered his head, looking at his arm that had turned into meat paste and his collapsed chest.

His crimson eyes were filled with confusion and incomprehension.

How—possible?

Himself, after taking the strongest "Berserk Potion" in the organization.

His strength was already infinitely close to the Silver stage!

Why—

Why couldn't he even take one of his punches?

What kind of monster is he?

Roko slowly retracted his fist.

He walked toward "Black Scorpion" step by step.

"Now, do you think I have you cornered?"

His voice was still calm.

But it sounded like a death sentence in "Black Scorpion"'s ears.

Fear, like a cold tide, instantly drowned the reason that had become violent due to the potion.

He wanted to beg for mercy.

But just as he opened his mouth, Roko's foot had already stepped on his chest.

"Crack."

Another crisp bone-cracking sound.

"Tell me, what role does Viscount Enade play in your plan?"

Roko's foot applied a little force.

"Black Scorpion" let out a painful muffled groan.

He knew he was dead today.

A flash of spite crossed his eyes.

"Don't even think about getting any intelligence from me."

"Our great cause will surely—"

His words were not finished.

Roko's foot exerted force violently.

"Bang!"

"Black Scorpion"'s head exploded instantly like a watermelon being stepped on.

There was no fluctuation on Roko's face.

He didn't want to listen to the nonsense of a dead man.

He bent down and searched a black scorpion token from "Black Scorpion"'s corpse.

Exactly the same as the one found on "Viper" before.

Only on the back of this token was engraved the family emblem of Viscount Enade.

A dagger entwined by a poisonous snake.

Roko tucked the token into his bosom.

Then, he turned and walked out of the stone building.

The battle outside was nearing its end.

In the warehouse, blood flowed like a river.

Except for those laborers who were specifically left behind to be responsible for transport.

All the Poison Scorpion Society thugs and Viscount Enade's private soldiers had turned into cold corpses.

Hart was directing the knights to clean up the battlefield.

Gathering the boxes filled with red potion together.

Seeing Roko come out, he immediately greeted him.

"Master, completely annihilated, zero casualties on our side!"

His face was filled with unconcealable excitement and pride.

This is the power of the Obsidian Gold Knight Order!

This is the power of our Vanguard Valley!

Roko nodded.

"Burn this place."

"Burn it clean with one fire."

"Yes, Master!"

Soon, raging flames ignited in every corner of the warehouse.

Swallowing all the sins here.

Roko didn't look back again.

He led the team, carrying those captured red potions, and disappeared into the night just as they had come.

Leaving only the flames reaching the sky and the terrified discussions of the residents of Black Stone Town.

They didn't know who had brought down divine punishment on this land of sin tonight.

They only knew.

From today on, Black Stone Town is probably going to change its sky!!!