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Chapter 131
Chapter 130: Invasion? What Kind of Idiot! The Astonished Undead King
The fragrant aroma of various delicacies mingled with the rich scent of wine, making the atmosphere in the Great Hall exceptionally relaxed and decadent.
"Smack, smack!"
"Fighting Ogre" Zero sat cross-legged on the sofa, his two thick, dark wheat-colored arms each gripping a greasy leg of meat, which he gnawed on with large bites.
In contrast to the crude "Fighting Ogre" Zero, a man and a woman sat on one side of the long table, their movements far more elegant and graceful.
The man had short blond hair, and his face was covered in long, thin scars, giving him a ferocious appearance. As he chewed, these scars seemed to come alive, writhing like centipedes.
Even in this environment and atmosphere, aside from his helmet, which had been placed to the side for the meal, the man's entire body was covered in black armor.
This was none other than "Spatial Slash" Peshrian.
Directly opposite him was a fiery woman with long, grayish-white hair, wheat-colored skin, and exotic attire—"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom.
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist, with his wine-red hair and his sturdy chest half-exposed, lay sideways on a sofa, swirling the red wine in his hand while occasionally glancing at "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom.
"Look one more time, and I'll gouge your eyes out," "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom said faintly.
"What a dangerous woman."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist said with a smile, though he averted his gaze, his expression tinged with boredom.
There were only a few of them in the Great Hall, and besides Edstrom, there was nothing much to look at. As for the rest of the Security Division, they were naturally not qualified to be in the same place as them.
Besides.
If not for an order from "Fighting Ogre" Zero, the six of them rarely gathered together. They would usually be busy with their own affairs.
"I hear you've set your sights on a half-elf woman," the pale-skinned, gaunt-cheeked "Illusion Demon" Succulent suddenly asked.
"Hmm?"
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist's hand, which was swirling the wine glass, paused. He looked at "Illusion Demon" Succulent in surprise.
"How about you give that woman to me?" "Illusion Demon" Succulent said softly. "While half-elf women are rare, they can't compare to true elves on the slave market. I can offer a price of 1200 gold coins."
"Heh."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist let out a low laugh, his gaze toward "Illusion Demon" Succulent carrying a hint of contempt deep within.
"I don't think you have that much money. It's that guy Ampetif who wants her, right?"
Although the Security Division was nominally on equal footing with other departments, its actual position was much higher. Therefore, they all had some dealings with the other department heads.
Just like the "Illusion Demon" Succulent before him, who was on very good terms with Ampetif, the head of the Slavery Division.
As for him?
The assassins he had formed and trained had already snatched half of the Assassination Department's business, yet the head of the Assassination Department dared not show any dissatisfaction.
Because strength is the only true authority!
Having long understood this principle, "Thousand Kills" Malmvist's eyes held a trace of arrogance. "Tell Ampetif, she is my prey."
"Alright."
"Illusion Demon" Succulent shrugged and nodded.
He was just a messenger. Whether it succeeded or not had nothing to do with him, but of course, he would take the full commission.
"How's the intelligence investigation on that noblewoman coming along?"
"Fighting Ogre" Zero swallowed the mouthful of fat, his deep voice resounding.
"Not only are there no problems, but on the contrary, she's a person well worth recruiting. She single-handedly slaughtered her own and her fiancé's families. This matter is no longer a secret in the Baharuth Empire."
"She's currently wanted by the entire Empire. I didn't expect this woman to be so clever, coming straight to our Kingdom."
"Spatial Slash" Peshrian put down his knife, the scars on his face writhing as he let out a low, fervent laugh. "This is too interesting."
Hearing this, the others present all showed expressions of surprise.
"She is indeed worth recruiting."
The eyes of "Fighting Oge" Zero lit up.
The purpose of their gathering this time was for the upcoming duel between Gazef and Leinas.
Just then.
"Someone is invading."
The "Undead King" Davernoch, who had been sitting in a corner with little presence but exuding an Aura of Death that no one could ignore, suddenly spoke.
"And it's a group of undead."
Invasion?
This somewhat unfamiliar word entered the ears of everyone present, causing them all to pause.
"Hahahaha."
"What kind of idiot dares to come here?"
"Looks like his luck is really bad. All of us from 'Six Arms' are here today."
"Controlling undead? Hey, Davernoch, he's out of luck running into you."
A series of taunts, as if they had just heard the funniest joke in history, echoed through the Great Hall.
"Finally, something less boring."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist ran a hand up through his red hair, sat up from the sofa, and grinned.
"Fighting Ogre" Zero's expression was cold. He didn't speak, but his eyes revealed a ruthless glint.
The headquarters had been invaded.
Regardless of whether the other party's actions were intentional or not, in the eyes of "Fighting Ogre" Zero, it was an insult to their Six Arms.
Anyone who dared to provoke them, no matter who they were, had to die!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The screams of their subordinates quickly rang out from outside the Great Hall.
However, the people present remained in their original seats, their expressions calm and composed, showing not the slightest concern.
Boom!
The heavy door to the Great Hall was struck forcefully, emitting a dull thud.
After holding for only a moment, the door was smashed open.
A group of pale, blood-stained undead flooded in from outside. Judging by their attire, they were clearly subordinates from this manor.
The stench of blood washed over the atmosphere in the Great Hall, dispersing the rich aroma of wine.
"What a waste of good wine."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist tossed the red wine glass in his hand onto the table, speaking with some regret.
"Undead King" Davernoch raised his head, revealing a horrifying, desiccated face with only a layer of leathery skin stretched over bone. The Aura of Death instantly intensified.
He was clearly not a living person, but a true undead!
Besides the few people present, probably not many would have imagined that an undead was hiding in the world of the living.
"Undead Control!"
Facing the horde of undead pouring in, "Undead King" Davernoch raised his arm and waved it toward the door.
A dense, dark-attribute aura instantly spread out, passing through the bodies of the undead.
However, the next moment!
The previously composed "Undead King" Davernoch's hand froze, his dry, raspy voice tinged with disbelief.
"The opponent's spellcasting ability is higher than mine. I cannot control these undead!"
"Undead King" Davernoch shot to his feet.
As soon as he spoke, the expressions of the composed group all changed.
"You're not kidding, are you, Davernoch?" "Illusion Demon" Succulent asked in an astonished tone, already rising to his feet as he spoke.
Clearly, he didn't really think this stuffy bag of bones would crack a joke.
"Fireball!"
"Undead King" Davernoch didn't respond verbally, instead raising his palm toward the door.
A fireball the size of a washbasin condensed in front of his palm and then shot out with a roar.
Boom!
The fireball slammed into the crowd of undead, causing a massive explosion that annihilated the incoming horde.
Thick black smoke filled the air.
A large, charred crater appeared at the doorway. The decorations and items inside the Great Hall were thrown into disarray by the roar and shockwave from the fireball's explosion.
"Do you think I was joking?"
"Undead King" Davernoch finally turned his head, his emotionless gaze landing on "Illusion Demon" Succulent.
At this moment, everyone was on their feet, their previously carefree expressions long gone.
(end of chapter)
The fragrant aroma of various delicacies mingled with the rich scent of wine, making the atmosphere in the Great Hall exceptionally relaxed and decadent.
"Smack, smack!"
"Fighting Ogre" Zero sat cross-legged on the sofa, his two thick, dark wheat-colored arms each gripping a greasy leg of meat, which he gnawed on with large bites.
In contrast to the crude "Fighting Ogre" Zero, a man and a woman sat on one side of the long table, their movements far more elegant and graceful.
The man had short blond hair, and his face was covered in long, thin scars, giving him a ferocious appearance. As he chewed, these scars seemed to come alive, writhing like centipedes.
Even in this environment and atmosphere, aside from his helmet, which had been placed to the side for the meal, the man's entire body was covered in black armor.
This was none other than "Spatial Slash" Peshrian.
Directly opposite him was a fiery woman with long, grayish-white hair, wheat-colored skin, and exotic attire—"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom.
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist, with his wine-red hair and his sturdy chest half-exposed, lay sideways on a sofa, swirling the red wine in his hand while occasionally glancing at "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom.
"Look one more time, and I'll gouge your eyes out," "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edstrom said faintly.
"What a dangerous woman."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist said with a smile, though he averted his gaze, his expression tinged with boredom.
There were only a few of them in the Great Hall, and besides Edstrom, there was nothing much to look at. As for the rest of the Security Division, they were naturally not qualified to be in the same place as them.
Besides.
If not for an order from "Fighting Ogre" Zero, the six of them rarely gathered together. They would usually be busy with their own affairs.
"I hear you've set your sights on a half-elf woman," the pale-skinned, gaunt-cheeked "Illusion Demon" Succulent suddenly asked.
"Hmm?"
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist's hand, which was swirling the wine glass, paused. He looked at "Illusion Demon" Succulent in surprise.
"How about you give that woman to me?" "Illusion Demon" Succulent said softly. "While half-elf women are rare, they can't compare to true elves on the slave market. I can offer a price of 1200 gold coins."
"Heh."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist let out a low laugh, his gaze toward "Illusion Demon" Succulent carrying a hint of contempt deep within.
"I don't think you have that much money. It's that guy Ampetif who wants her, right?"
Although the Security Division was nominally on equal footing with other departments, its actual position was much higher. Therefore, they all had some dealings with the other department heads.
Just like the "Illusion Demon" Succulent before him, who was on very good terms with Ampetif, the head of the Slavery Division.
As for him?
The assassins he had formed and trained had already snatched half of the Assassination Department's business, yet the head of the Assassination Department dared not show any dissatisfaction.
Because strength is the only true authority!
Having long understood this principle, "Thousand Kills" Malmvist's eyes held a trace of arrogance. "Tell Ampetif, she is my prey."
"Alright."
"Illusion Demon" Succulent shrugged and nodded.
He was just a messenger. Whether it succeeded or not had nothing to do with him, but of course, he would take the full commission.
"How's the intelligence investigation on that noblewoman coming along?"
"Fighting Ogre" Zero swallowed the mouthful of fat, his deep voice resounding.
"Not only are there no problems, but on the contrary, she's a person well worth recruiting. She single-handedly slaughtered her own and her fiancé's families. This matter is no longer a secret in the Baharuth Empire."
"She's currently wanted by the entire Empire. I didn't expect this woman to be so clever, coming straight to our Kingdom."
"Spatial Slash" Peshrian put down his knife, the scars on his face writhing as he let out a low, fervent laugh. "This is too interesting."
Hearing this, the others present all showed expressions of surprise.
"She is indeed worth recruiting."
The eyes of "Fighting Oge" Zero lit up.
The purpose of their gathering this time was for the upcoming duel between Gazef and Leinas.
Just then.
"Someone is invading."
The "Undead King" Davernoch, who had been sitting in a corner with little presence but exuding an Aura of Death that no one could ignore, suddenly spoke.
"And it's a group of undead."
Invasion?
This somewhat unfamiliar word entered the ears of everyone present, causing them all to pause.
"Hahahaha."
"What kind of idiot dares to come here?"
"Looks like his luck is really bad. All of us from 'Six Arms' are here today."
"Controlling undead? Hey, Davernoch, he's out of luck running into you."
A series of taunts, as if they had just heard the funniest joke in history, echoed through the Great Hall.
"Finally, something less boring."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist ran a hand up through his red hair, sat up from the sofa, and grinned.
"Fighting Ogre" Zero's expression was cold. He didn't speak, but his eyes revealed a ruthless glint.
The headquarters had been invaded.
Regardless of whether the other party's actions were intentional or not, in the eyes of "Fighting Ogre" Zero, it was an insult to their Six Arms.
Anyone who dared to provoke them, no matter who they were, had to die!
"Ah!"
"Ah!"
The screams of their subordinates quickly rang out from outside the Great Hall.
However, the people present remained in their original seats, their expressions calm and composed, showing not the slightest concern.
Boom!
The heavy door to the Great Hall was struck forcefully, emitting a dull thud.
After holding for only a moment, the door was smashed open.
A group of pale, blood-stained undead flooded in from outside. Judging by their attire, they were clearly subordinates from this manor.
The stench of blood washed over the atmosphere in the Great Hall, dispersing the rich aroma of wine.
"What a waste of good wine."
"Thousand Kills" Malmvist tossed the red wine glass in his hand onto the table, speaking with some regret.
"Undead King" Davernoch raised his head, revealing a horrifying, desiccated face with only a layer of leathery skin stretched over bone. The Aura of Death instantly intensified.
He was clearly not a living person, but a true undead!
Besides the few people present, probably not many would have imagined that an undead was hiding in the world of the living.
"Undead Control!"
Facing the horde of undead pouring in, "Undead King" Davernoch raised his arm and waved it toward the door.
A dense, dark-attribute aura instantly spread out, passing through the bodies of the undead.
However, the next moment!
The previously composed "Undead King" Davernoch's hand froze, his dry, raspy voice tinged with disbelief.
"The opponent's spellcasting ability is higher than mine. I cannot control these undead!"
"Undead King" Davernoch shot to his feet.
As soon as he spoke, the expressions of the composed group all changed.
"You're not kidding, are you, Davernoch?" "Illusion Demon" Succulent asked in an astonished tone, already rising to his feet as he spoke.
Clearly, he didn't really think this stuffy bag of bones would crack a joke.
"Fireball!"
"Undead King" Davernoch didn't respond verbally, instead raising his palm toward the door.
A fireball the size of a washbasin condensed in front of his palm and then shot out with a roar.
Boom!
The fireball slammed into the crowd of undead, causing a massive explosion that annihilated the incoming horde.
Thick black smoke filled the air.
A large, charred crater appeared at the doorway. The decorations and items inside the Great Hall were thrown into disarray by the roar and shockwave from the fireball's explosion.
"Do you think I was joking?"
"Undead King" Davernoch finally turned his head, his emotionless gaze landing on "Illusion Demon" Succulent.
At this moment, everyone was on their feet, their previously carefree expressions long gone.
(end of chapter)
