"If I'd known Backlund's waters ran this deep, I wouldn't have come..."
In a gloomy alley, Six of Clubs, a demigod of the Lawyer pathway dressed in slightly asymmetrical noble attire, sighed.
After discovering an unusual demigod of the God of Death pathway on the Southern Continent, he had delayed his journey for a while and only arrived in Backlund yesterday.
Yet the moment he arrived, he had run into this mess and ended up fighting MI9 head-on.
"Looks like this is the end of the road for us..." Six of Clubs turned to look at Charles, who was panting beside him.
"Is it really... over...?" Charles leaned against the wall, his voice hoarse.
Just a few minutes earlier, this newly arrived colleague had noticed something wrong and successfully brought men to help, catching Qonas Kilgor off guard and getting Charles out amid the chaos.
But before Charles could even feel relieved, their good luck had run out completely.
Ahead of them, a figure hovered silently in midair, blocking their path.
It was a man dressed in classical noble attire. He stroked his slightly upturned mustache and looked down at them with a condescending gaze.
Sequence 3, Chaos Hunter, Prince Grove!
"They even brought a Grade 0 Sealed Artifact..." Feeling the oppressive force coming from ahead, Six of Clubs gave a bitter chuckle.
"You really must be worth a fortune. They certainly think highly of you."
Clearly, this arrest operation had been planned for a long time. The men Six of Clubs had brought were already tied down by MI9 agents. Although they were still resisting, their defeat was only a matter of time against the official forces' encirclement.
Worse still, the area had already been sealed off by the power of order. The Society members scattered throughout Backlund had