After that, he could naturally borrow a route to attack Guo—wage war against multiple races on the surface, seize Race Pawns, then secretly sneak around and stab Tet in the back...
That was what he took for granted, and he put on a show of examining the traces around him. Then, a look of surprise appeared on his face.
He really did see an old acquaintance hurrying this way. That was right—it was Tet.
Could it really be that bastard Tet screwing him over?
Russell was stunned.
Have you already forgotten the bribe you made yourself?
The Prompt Device's voice was faint.
The only dirty trick he used against you was the Luck Debuff—compared to the locals, you are absurdly overpowered. For the sake of balance, you will have terrible luck in luck-based matters, to prevent one-sided slaughter.
"What kind of idiotic FS Company balancing is this?"
Russell's face darkened. He had wondered how the hell he could throw the highest possible number, while March 7th's luck was outrageously bad as well.
So that was where this bad Feng Shui came from.
Endure...
Endure my ass!!
Jibril would be here soon. Next, it would be time to directly unleash an anti-Tet Noble Phantasm!!!
Without nearly any hesitation, Russell pulled out a Horse Talisman. Under March 7th and Stelle's startled gazes, he split the talisman in two and inserted half into each of their bodies.
"This is..."
Both of them looked somewhat confused.
"It's power I borrowed from Russell. It's a Concept-type ability. Expulsion. Under most circumstances, its effect is limited to expelling negative effects, but you both know that when Concept-type abilities are pushed to the limit, they can interfere with every domain..."
She rambled on, making Stelle and March 7th beside her grow wary.
"Who did you