[Skeleton Soldier] Level: 2-3 [Zombie] Level: 2-4 [Stitched Monster] Level: 4-5 [Ghoul] Level: 2-4
This group of undead wasn't particularly high-level, Xiluo thought after a glance.
Just then.
A furious roar rang out.
"Ugh... ah! Damn it! The food was poisoned!
And these undead! Were they lying in ambush all along?
Damn Church of the God of Wealth! What have you done?"
Xiluo turned and saw.
The president of the Adventurer Association rose from his seat with an ugly expression. His burly, roughly seven-foot-three frame stood in the middle like an iron tower, his large eyes wide as he glared fixedly at Bishop Xiwel.
"I... I don't know either... although I organized this banquet, Lord Tyrone was actually the one who asked me to do it... ugh... what is this poison? I can't dispel it."
Xiwel looked just as grim. She brushed her glowing golden hand over her body, trying to dispel the poison, only for her expression to change drastically.
"Tyrone?"
The president of the Adventurer Association widened his eyes, then turned toward Tyrone and roared:
"You damned bastard! Give me an explanation! Or I'll kill you right now!"
As he roared.
The giant swept a hand over the Spatial Ring on his left hand, and a five-foot-long steel greataxe appeared in his grasp.
Quite a few others noticed what was happening and turned their eyes toward them.
"An explanation? Heh heh heh heh heh... hahahaha! I have no interest in explaining anything to a dead man!"
Tyrone's thin, gloomy face filled with madness as he burst into laughter.
"Then die! Roar!"
The president of the Adventurer Association bellowed and stomped his right foot hard against the floor, instantly shattering it.
Raising his steel greataxe high, he hacked at Tyrone!
"Teacher! I'll leave these two to you!"