"Green!"
Machine Berserker Holmes's low roar shook the soul. Standing behind a Stigmata Wizard, he looked no different from the many Level-Three Great Wizards. Yet upon hearing Green's soul partner Little Eight accuse him so directly, not only Holmes, but even the Stigmata Wizard before him and another Level-Three Great Wizard beside him, could not help glaring at Green and Little Eight on his shoulder.
"Though the two of us once stood opposed during the Academy War, that is all in the past. If you are now slandering me recklessly because of that past, what you violate is no longer merely the Holy Tower's rules, but also the World Guardian's rules!"
After his brief fury, Machine Berserker Holmes instead calmed down. Beneath his liquid-metal robe, the sounds of gears grinding—"crack, crack"—rang out from time to time.
"Shadow of Despair Green, what grounds do you have for accusing Holmes of being a Black Terminator? Judging by your present act of creating internal conflict within the Wizard World and attempting to eliminate a mechanical Stigmata Wizard who could achieve great things for the Wizard World in the future, I would say that you yourself are more likely to be a Black Terminator!"
Beside Holmes stood a stylish female Level-Three Great Wizard. A sunflower spun before her chest, emitting a faint glow, while a birthmark grew beside one eyebrow.
The female wizard's words immediately made everyone look at Green with suspicion.
That was true. By now, these wizards could all see that the many Stigmata Wizards had brought Level-Three Great Wizards to the Rotten World to carry out a mission, likely with the additional purpose of distinguishing disguised Black Terminators.
"No, Green, he..."
Youquan was about to say something when the Light Mausoleum Fortress Stigmata Wizard before Holmes spoke in a low voice