God King Satyr's Servant Mercenary Hall

After dealing with these minor issues...

"Oh."

The Elf King gave a disdainful, nasal sound and continued striding forward, his gaze not even lingering on the mutilated corpses.

The existence and death of these guys were of no importance to him.

certainly.

Such a direct attack would likely be seen as evidence of intrusion, or would inevitably provoke hostility.

But so what!

He is the God-King has awakened the power of the "King's Aspect," and a bunch of mere scum dare to point fingers at him.

Death is already the most forgiving gift!

The Elf King, with his heterochromatic eyes, gazed at the distant Oasis while glancing at the sky out of the corner of his eye, his heart pounding with tension.

It wasn't because of killing those bastards.

Instead, they were worried about the Guardian protected the legacy of the God-King.

"... Can't you see anything at all?"

The Elf King noticed the cloudless sky; not even a single cloud could be seen, let alone the legendary Sky City. His heart tightened further.

"Just before... we could see clouds covering an extremely wide area."

He could now be more certain that his arrival had been discovered. Otherwise, he wouldn't have been able to observe multiple rainbows resembling water mist high in the sky while he was in the distant desert.

That's not a normally formed natural landscape!

... rumor.

The destruction of the eight God-King was due to internal strife.

The Elf King agreed with this; he did not believe that any being could destroy the supreme God-King, and that was precisely why.

He dared not go here, not only because of his inferiority complex as an illegitimate child, but also because he was merely the offspring of the Forest Elf God-King.

Legend has it that the Guardian of Sky City are divided into different factions, and if internal strife leads to the destruction of the God-King, the relationships among these Guardian will inevitably be extremely poor.

If this Divine Scion were to appear...

The Elf King was secretly on guard, his left hand gripping his Magic Staff tightly. No matter how much he denied it, fear was the dominant emotion.

Wow~

A Whirlwind suddenly rose up, stirring up some yellow sand that flew everywhere.

You shouldn't have killed them.

A calm and indifferent voice suddenly came from ahead.

The Elf King narrowed his pupils, turned to the side, and looked at the desert to his left, which had previously been empty. His lazy gaze became much more serious.

All I saw was...

A strong, imposing figure, more than two heads taller than him, resembling Bafolk, stood with his hands lightly behind his back.

The Bafolk wore a black cloak, and his clothes could be described as brightly colored, with a multicolored, strappy top and his chest half-naked.

He had no idea when the other person had appeared!

"Oh, and who are you?"

The Elf King spoke from his elevated position, likely sensing that his opponent was different from the previous rabble:

"A bunch of dust dares to overstep my noble bloodline. Granting them a painless death is already my greatest Mercy."

Faced with this explanation...

The Bafolk Guardian's brown, horizontal pupils flashed with a strange light as his gaze swept over the "Antler Crown" atop the Elf King's head.

At a certain moment!

He seemed to see the former Forest Elf God-King, whose stubborn and extremely arrogant nature was not feigned.

This description... sounds a bit like a slander against the Forest Elf God-King.

That's not actually the case!

The supreme and great God-King should rightfully be high above; they are the true masters and true controllers of this world.

Before the supreme and great God-King, all living beings in this world are merely lowly and inferior creatures!

Even the mighty Dragon Race only has the right to bow down and lick the toes of the God-King!

"The offspring of the Forest Elf God-King... That's incredible."

The Bafolk Guardian's expression remained unchanged, but a complex mix of emotions welled up inside him, including a hint of excitement.

The God-King had many children.

However, a Forest Elf like the one before us, with offspring possessing strength above level 70, is not just rare, it's practically nonexistent!

In other words...

The Forest Elf before us has indeed inherited and awakened the power of the God-King!

This is an unexpected surprise for them right now!

The Bafolk Guardian glanced out of the corner of his eye at a spot in the sky where an invisible eyeball was located.

"Eye of God"

The Ninth-Tier intelligence magic possesses abilities such as invisibility, penetrating solids, and long-range reconnaissance.

This magic is part of the detection and reconnaissance system; it does not exist as a single magic!

The footage here is being transmitted back to Sky City in real time. Zhen should have seen it too, and he probably thinks the same way I do.

"My name is Gros Horned Rage!"

The Bafolk slightly puffed out his chest, making his figure appear even more imposing, and his voice became higher and more majestic:

"He is the servant of the supreme and great God King Satyr!"

The names of the eight God-King are supreme names that cannot be profaned. According to the God-King themselves, each name symbolizes some incomprehensible and ineffable power and meaning.

so.

The God-King forbade the dissemination of their names, instead referring to them as "race + God-King".

"Ha?"

The Elf King looked puzzled and somewhat surprised.

Why is Gros Horned Rage, who was just a moment ago so indifferent, suddenly introducing himself so solemnly?

"Many people have inherited the bloodline of the God-King!"

A terrifying aura gradually emanated from Gros Horned Rage; his brown pupils became dangerous and horrifying, and the air in Wushan began to distort.

"This is no reason for you to desecrate this sacred land!"

"Telling you my name is to let you know clearly who killed you; this is a special privilege as Divine Scion."

"So..."

Boom!

A murderous aura erupted from Gros Horned Rage, surging in like a tidal wave, turning the normally scorching desert into a chilling cold.

The smell of corpses and blood was so strong it seemed to seep out from the hair and flesh of the person on the other's body.

A faint red Flash in Gros Horned Rage's eyes as he looked at the Elf King as if he were looking at a lamb to the slaughter.

This murderous intent and bloodshed are not a mere illusion or a bluff!

Five hundred years ago, the Eight Greed Kings descended.

First, they experienced the extermination war waged by the Dragon Lords, and then they reached the peak of their rule over the continent. This process was entirely forged with blood!

The nations and races that Gros Horned Rage alone could not recall clearly, even as a pastime for himself!

In an instant.

"Wait... wait a minute."

The Elf King felt the hairs on his body stand on end, as if he were being suffocated by an invisible force, making it difficult to breathe.

"You actually came here for a few scumbags... I came here to..."

Are you ready to die?

The last few syllables of Gros Horned Rage's voice had a strange rhythmic quality, like the prelude to a song:

"Death Melody!"

Thud! Thud!

Gros Horned Rage raised his hands slightly and struck the two black lacquered animal skin drums hanging at his waist, producing a crisp yet deep sound.

It's like flipping a switch on a musical score!

The Elf King's pupils dilated instantly. Before he could explain, he roared in a panicked voice, "Behemot!"

Buzz--!

A major earthquake occurred.

The colossal figure of the Root Earth Elemental burst forth from the desert, its terrifying aura of level 87 surging towards the air...

"Kill him!!" the Elf King commanded as he retreated.

whoosh--

The Root Earth Elemental moved through the desert at a speed several times faster than on normal ground, reaching the enemy in almost an instant.

Wow!

He raised his two rough fists, each imbued with various metallic properties, and clasped them together in front of him, then slammed them down with unstoppable, terrifying force.

Facing the all-out attack of the Root Earth Elemental!

Gros Horned Rage merely raised his eyelids, making no move to dodge, and a layer of brownish-red bear-shaped phantom appeared around his body.

--Whoosh!

Centered on the area of the collision, the desert ground in the entire region suddenly sank, and the invisible shock wave blew the sand and gravel in the area into the air, creating rolling clouds of yellow sand.

Gros Horned Rage stood still, taking the punch without a scratch.

Is this all you've got?

"What a disappointment." Gros Horned Rage's eyes flickered slightly, as if he could see the Elf King behind him through the massive body of the Root Earth Elemental.

"This—how is this possible!"

The Elf King's face turned deathly pale.

The Elf King wouldn't be surprised if the opponent blocked or dodged with a weapon, but to withstand the attack entirely with their body was beyond his expectations.

suddenly.

"Ninth-Tier Magic - Tempest!" The Elf King's pupils contracted, and he quickly activated the magic.

Using the Earth Elemental Behemot's senses, the other party vanished!

It took about one minute.

The Root Earth Elemental and the intense magical fluctuations vanished completely.

Gros's Horned Rage goat-like face broke into a cheerful chuckle as he lifted the unconscious Elf King from his arms and glanced at him, "You're lucky you ran into me."

The claim that he "killed the Elf King" was obviously false!

He needs to be tested.

To determine more intelligence!

Gros Horned Rage remained standing in the same spot, not returning, seemingly waiting for something.

It will take about an hour.

"Guardian, the reconnaissance is complete!"

"The anti-detection system did not trigger a response."

"Long-range observation has been extended to 1,000 kilometers."

No enemy presence exceeding the alert level has been detected.

No unfamiliar organisms were found.

"This can be confirmed for now."

"This unmarked Divine Scion entered the Dolor Desert alone."

Gros Horned Rage, having heard the message transmitted through the "message" magic, responded, "I understand. Remain vigilant."

"Yes."

As they were talking.

Gros Horned Rage took out a strange magical artifact from his person.

The overall design exudes a cold, metallic feel, constructed from silver hinges and pink cherry blossom rope, with two metallic rings connected by a chain in the middle.

The lines are beautiful and fit the curves of the wrist perfectly.

This is a magical artifact shaped like handcuffs, named "Sakura Rope of Enslavement," originally a small prop invented by a certain God-King for interactive games with his many wives.

Of course, that applies to the God-King.

Gros Horned Rage, however, believes that this is a very practical restraint tool.

Magic Caster's power comes from magic; a spellcaster without magic is like a wild beast stripped of its claws and teeth.

That Supreme God-Kings originally wanted to research items that could store magic power, but unfortunately he didn't succeed. However, he did develop an item that could continuously consume magic power.

That's right!

This "Sakura Rope of Enslavement" will continuously drain the binder's magic power once it is bound to their wrist, and will also inflict a weakness debuff.

Click! Click!

Two crisp sounds followed.

Gros Horned Rage placed the "Sakura Rope of Enslavement" on the Elf King's wrists on both sides, then, without changing his expression, grabbed the other's chin.

Apply pressure gently!

The Elf King's mouth opened unconsciously.

Gros Horned Rage, expressionless, reached in and grabbed the Elf King's tongue, tearing it off violently.

Blood and bits of flesh spurted out!

"Ah... ah!"

The Elf King was jolted awake from his coma by intense pain, but after letting out a scream, he fainted again.

Just as the power of Magic Caster comes from magic, casting spells naturally relies on chanting.

"Removing the tongue" can restrict the ability to chant. Of course, there is also a method of "Silent Magic Casting Conversion" in Magic Reinforcement.

so.

The combination of "Pulling Out the Tongue" and "The Sakura Rope of Enslavement" can prevent potential dangers, but it won't work against Undead Magic Caster, especially skeleton types.

The methods for dealing with captured Warrior are similar: "Limb Breaking" and "Thornspine Flower".

"Here you go."

Gros Horned Rage threw his blood-soaked tongue behind him.

Wow~

A sudden, icy chill appeared out of nowhere.

The next moment.

A pale Harpy, resembling a harpy but without wings, silently appeared where the tongue had fallen.

Frostborn Banshee (Level 80) Mercenary.

Whoosh!

A tongue resembling a lizard emerged from the Frostborn Banshee's mouth, quickly coiled around the fallen tongue, and swallowed it whole, a blissful expression on her face.

"Keep a close eye on him."

"Temporarily imprison him on the central island of the Lake of Life in 'Eryuentiu '," Gros Horned Rage calmly.

Many pieces of information are still unconfirmed!

Even if he had a good impression of this Elf King, he wouldn't bring him into Sky City.

The Frostborn Banshee stepped forward respectfully, grasped the Elf King with both hands, and a layer of frost quickly spread across his body.

It then turned into a cloud of white mist and disappeared!

"With the Mercenary Monster guarding the ' Mercenary Hall,' that's enough."

Gros Horned Rage looked at the spot where the Frostborn Banshee had disappeared, a complex mix of emotions and rage welling up inside him.

Mercenary Monster are generally obtained from Monster Data Book in the form of books. Unlike scrolls, which have certain restrictions, they can be summoned simply by consuming Game Gold.

These Monster Data Book aren't expensive.

Most guilds store a lot of gold; the real expense lies in the consumption of Game Gold!

Although the "Frostborn Banshee" is also Mercenary Monster, her origin is different. She was not summoned through Monster Data Book, but rather came from the "Mercenary Hall" in the Outer City of [Sky City].

[Sky City] is an urban outpost. In addition to its own regular NPC population, it also has regular buildings and unique buildings.

(End of this chapter)