Chapter 179: Eliminate the Poison Scorpion Society

"Pass on my order!"

Roko turned around, his killing intent boiling. "Order Hart to assemble all members of the Storm Knights; three days later, we march with me!"

"Target, Black Stone City!"

"This time, I will pull out the Poison Scorpion Society's claws in the west by the roots!"

A larger storm was about to be stirred up across the entire west!

Three days later.

Vanguard Valley, drill ground.

Three hundred members of the Storm Knights were all assembled.

They wore newly forged full-body Obsidian Gold armor, held refined steel spears, and rode magnificent warhorses, neatly arranged in a square formation.

An aura of iron-blooded killing intent soared into the sky.

In front of them, Roko was in full military attire, his gaze like lightning.

"Warriors!"

His voice exploded in the ears of every knight.

"Three days ago, our home was violated, and our countrymen were slaughtered!"

"This blood debt must be repaid with the enemy's blood!"

"Today, I will lead you onto the road of revenge!"

"Our target is Black Stone City! The Poison Scorpion Society branch entrenched there!"

"Some might ask, the Poison Scorpion Society has a Golden Grade powerhouse sitting in command; are we sending ourselves to our deaths by going there?"

Roko's gaze swept over the face of every knight.

He saw the fighting spirit in their eyes, saw the trust in their eyes, but did not see a hint of fear.

He smiled with satisfaction.

"I tell you!"

"In the dictionary of Roko Raymond, there are no such words as 'sending ourselves to our deaths'!"

"I only believe that man can conquer heaven!"

"I only believe that the sword in my hand is sharper than any enemy!"

"So what if they are Golden Grade?"

Roko pulled out the longsword at his waist abruptly, and the golden Holy Sun Battle Qi erupted with a roar, rushing straight into the sky!

"In front of me, there is only a dead end!"

"Depart!"

With his order, three hundred knights transformed into a black torrent, marching majestically toward Black Stone City in the west.

They galloped away.

Black Stone City.

As the gateway from the Sunset Province to the Mist Mountains, this city was shrouded in a layer of gray mist all year round, appearing gloomy and oppressive.

The city's buildings were mostly built of black rock, with a rugged style.

On the streets, mercenaries and adventurers wearing weapons could be seen everywhere.

This was the edge of order, a paradise for sin.

Inside the most luxurious manor in the city.

A man in a black silk robe with a feminine face was lazily reclining on a soft couch covered with snow-white animal skin.

His fingers were slender and pale, shaking the wine glass in his hand lightly; the scarlet wine swayed in the glass like blood. He was the person in charge of the Poison Scorpion Society's largest branch in the west, the Golden Grade assassin, "Poison Blade."

"Master."

A woman in tight leather armor with a hot figure knelt on the ground respectfully.

"'Black Wolf' mission failed, the entire army was wiped out."

"Hmm."

Poison Blade responded lightly, seemingly not surprised by this.

"A piece of trash, dead is dead."

"That Roko Raymond, however, is a bit interesting."

A cruel smile curled at the corner of his mouth.

"To think he could force that old fox Archibald to play 'lure the tiger away from the mountain' and invite us to take action."

"It seems he has quite a few good things in his hands."

"Master is right."

The woman echoed.

"According to intelligence, he not only has strong liquor that makes even dwarves go crazy, but also a mysterious metal called 'Obsidian Gold' that can forge armor impervious to swords and spears."

"The most critical thing is that he seems to have mastered a trade route that can safely pass through the Mist Mountains."

"Oh?"

A greedy light finally flickered in Poison Blade's eyes.

"The trade route of the Mist Mountains—"

"This is something that even the Commercial Alliance is jealous of."

"It seems it is time for me to meet this young Lord."

As he was speaking, a violent energy fluctuation suddenly came from outside the manor.

Immediately after, a loud noise came.

Boom!

The entire manor trembled because of it.

"What's going on?"

Poison Blade's brows furrowed slightly.

"Master, it's bad!"

A guard crawled in, his face full of terror.

"An—an army has slaughtered its way into the city!"

"They—they directly blasted open the manor's gate!"

"An army?"

A hint of disdain flashed in Poison Blade's eyes.

"Archibald's city guards? Do they dare to come to my territory to act wildly?"

"No—no, it's not the city guards!"

The guard said, trembling.

"They are flying—flying the flag of a golden flame griffin!"

Golden flame griffin!

Poison Blade's pupils shrank violently.

That was the emblem of the Raymond Family!

It was Roko Raymond!

He actually dared to take the initiative to slaughter his way to his door?

How dare he!

"Seeking death!"

Poison Blade's face was instantly covered in frost.

He stood up from the soft couch abruptly, and a terrifying killing intent erupted from him.

The temperature in the entire room seemed to drop by several degrees.

"Assemble everyone! Come out with me!"

"I want to see, as a mere Silver Grade, where he gets the guts to provoke me, a Golden Grade!"

On the manor's plaza.

Roko sat on his horse, looking coldly at the Poison Scorpion Society assassins swarming out of the castle.

Behind him, three hundred Storm Knights, like three hundred silent gods of slaughter, radiated a suffocating aura.

"Roko Raymond!"

Poison Blade walked out slowly, surrounded by a group of experts.

He looked at Roko as if looking at a dead man.

"I originally wanted to go find you in a few days; I didn't expect you to take the initiative to deliver yourself to my door."

"Just right, it saves me an extra trip."

"Is that so?"

Roko smiled.

"I also think it saves a lot of trouble."

"Do it."

He spat out two words lightly.

No extra nonsense, no pre-battle shouting.

Only the most direct, most pure slaughter!

"Kill!"

Hart roared and was the first to charge out.

Three hundred Storm Knights, like tigers released from their cages, instantly collided with the Poison Scorpion Society assassins.

A bloody slaughter unfolded right then and there!

Although the Poison Scorpion Society assassins were all elites, they appeared so vulnerable in front of the well-equipped and fearless Storm Knights.

Obsidian Gold armor allowed them to ignore most attacks.

The spears in their hands could easily pierce through the enemy's body.

From the very beginning, the battle situation showed a one-sided trend.

Poison Blade's face became incredibly ugly.

He could never have imagined that the army under Roko's command would be so powerful to this extent.

"A bunch of trash!"

He cursed angrily and stopped watching.

His figure suddenly disappeared from where he stood.

The next moment, he had already appeared behind Roko.

A poisoned black dagger in his hand, like a viper's fangs, silently stabbed toward Roko's back.

Fast!

Fast to the extreme!

This was the strength of a Golden Grade assassin!

However, just as his dagger was about to touch Roko's armor.

A hand, like iron pincers, accurately grabbed his wrist.

"Is this all the skill you have?"

Roko's voice, carrying a hint of mockery, rang in his ear.

Poison Blade's pupils instantly dilated to the extreme!

Impossible!

How could he possibly keep up with my speed!

How is it possible!

These three words exploded in Poison Blade's mind like a thunderclap.

The speed he was so proud of, his infallible stealth assassination, in front of this young man, actually seemed like a joke!

The opponent not only kept up with his speed but even predicted his attack point and grabbed his wrist in advance!

This was no longer something a Silver Grade could do!

"You—what kind of monster are you?"

Poison Blade's voice carried a hint of horror for the first time. "One who can kill you."

Roko's hand, like a red-hot branding iron, clamped onto Poison Blade's wrist tightly.

Golden Holy Sun Battle Qi flowed along his arm, crazily pouring into Poison Blade's body.

"Ah!"

Poison Blade let out a shrill scream.

He only felt a scorching and sacred power rampaging through his meridians, crazily destroying the Dark Battle Qi he had cultivated for many years.

That feeling was like ice meeting a raging fire, being melted away rapidly.

He wanted to break free, but found the opponent's strength was astonishingly great; he couldn't shake it in the slightest.

"Let go of me!"

Poison Blade roared, his other hand turning into a black afterimage, grabbing toward Roko's face.

His fingernails became pitch-black and sharp, attached with potent poison.

However, Roko just snorted coldly, not dodging or avoiding.

A golden Battle Qi shield instantly appeared on his body surface.

Bang!

Poison Blade's claws grabbed fiercely onto the shield, but it made a sound like metal clashing.

His fingernails broke inch by inch.

And Roko's shield didn't even ripple.

"How could—"

Poison Blade was completely stunned.

Suppression!

This was all-around suppression!

Whether it was speed, strength, or the intensity of Battle Qi, he was firmly suppressed by the opponent!

The person in front of him was not a Silver Grade at all!

He was absolutely a Golden Grade!

Even, a top-tier powerhouse among the Golden Grade!

The intelligence was wrong!

Damn Archibald!

Damn Black Wolf!

You have ruined me!

Poison Blade's heart was filled with regret and fear.

He knew he had kicked an iron plate today.

"Want to live?"

Roko looked at his terrified eyes and suddenly asked.

Poison Blade was stunned for a moment, then nodded crazily.

"Yes! Yes! Master, spare me! As long as you let me go, I am willing to do anything for you!"

"Very good."

Roko smiled.

"Then tell me, all the secret strongholds of your Poison Scorpion Society in this kingdom, the list of all high-level members, and your ultimate plot."

"As long as you tell me, I can consider giving you a quick death."

Poison Blade's face instantly turned pale.

These were all the highest secrets of the Poison Scorpion Society.

If he told them, even if Roko let him go, he would inevitably be hunted down endlessly by the entire Poison Scorpion Society, and his end would be worse than death.

"Why, don't want to say?"

Roko's gaze turned cold.

"It seems you still feel it's not painful enough."

He increased the force in his hand again.

Golden flames emerged from his palm, starting to spread up Poison Blade's arm.

Sizzle, sizzle, sizzle!

The sound of flesh being scorched, accompanied by Poison Blade's heart-wrenching screams, echoed in the plaza.

The people fighting all around were so shocked by this terrifying scene that they stopped their movements.

They looked at the young Lord, who was like a demon god torturing the Golden-ranked powerhouse "Poison Blade," and their hearts were filled with awe.

Too strong!

Simply too strong!

That was a Golden-ranked powerhouse!

Master "Poison Blade," who could be considered a top-tier existence in the entire Kingdom, actually had no power to fight back in front of this young man!

The assassins of the Scorpion Society completely lost their will to fight.

They threw away their weapons and knelt on the ground to surrender.

As for the knights of the Storm Knights, they each puffed out their chests, feeling honored.

This was their Lord!

An existence who dared to face a Golden-ranked powerhouse head-on!

Following such a Lord, why worry about not being able to achieve great things!

"I'll talk! I'll talk! I'll say everything!"

Faced with the fear of being burned alive, Poison Blade finally collapsed.

He spilled everything he knew, like beans pouring out of a bamboo tube.

Roko listened quietly, the expression on his face becoming increasingly grave.

He had not expected that the influence of the Scorpion Society had already penetrated to such an extent.

Not only were they colluding with the Third Prince in an attempt to overthrow the entire Black Kingdom.

They even had secret dealings with the neighboring country, the Castilla Principality.

Their ambition was far from being as simple as just one kingdom.

"Very good."

After hearing Poison Blade's account, Roko nodded.

"The intelligence you provided is very valuable."

Upon hearing this, Poison Blade revealed a glimmer of hope on his face.

"Then—Master, can you—"

"I said I would give you a quick end."

Roko interrupted him.

"Pfft!"

A soft sound.

Roko's hand pierced directly through Poison Blade's heart.

The golden flames instantly burned his body into fly ash.

Until his death, Poison Blade's eyes remained wide open, filled with unwillingness and resentment.

Roko withdrew his hand expressionlessly, as if he had merely crushed an ant.

He looked at the Scorpion Society assassins kneeling and begging for mercy, his voice cold.

"Hart."

"Present!"

"Interrogate them."

Roko said only two words.

"Yes!"

Hart understood immediately.

With a wave of his hand, the Storm Knights pounced like wolves and tigers, dragging those assassins one by one into the manor's interrogation room.

Soon, heart-wrenching screams came from within.

Roko ignored this.

He walked to Fula's side; Fula was bandaging the wounds of an injured knight.

"What are our casualties?"

"Three dead, eleven seriously injured."

Fula answered softly.

"The rest are just superficial wounds."

Roko nodded, feeling somewhat heavy-hearted.

Although this was a great victory, a price had still been paid.

And this was while having a comprehensive advantage in equipment and strength.

It seems the training of the Storm Knights still needs to be strengthened.

"Master."

Fula finished bandaging the wound, looked up, and looked at Roko.

"What shall we do next?"

"Are we returning to Vanguard Valley, or—"

Roko looked toward the direction of Sunset City, a flash of madness in his eyes.

"Since we're already here, wouldn't it be a pity not to send Marquis Archibald a big gift?"

"Didn't Martina say that the resources I squeezed out of him are enough to expand our New Wind Legion by another fold?"

"I feel it's still not enough."

"I want him to spit out the entire family fortune of the Governor's Mansion for me!"

Upon hearing this, Fula gasped.

Is the Master going to attack the Governor's Mansion directly?

That is the ruling core of the Sunset Province, garrisoned by tens of thousands of troops!

For them to attack the Governor's Mansion with this few people is no different from throwing an egg against a rock!

This is no longer madness; this is suicide!