"Who?!"
One of them looked into the depths of the dark room and let out a low shout, his leg muscles already tense, ready to take off at any moment.
"Someone qualified to test you."
The person who had emerged from the shadows revealed themselves, throwing off their outer robe as they moved forward, revealing a body made entirely of crystals and a translucent arm formed from Psionic Energy Manifestation.
" Skeleton Alliance Councilor - [ Giant Arms ]."
A deep voice came from the skull's throat in the form of Psionic Energy vibrations:
"Long time no see, everyone."
In an instant, a chilling atmosphere enveloped the entire underground chamber. Amidst the rustling of clothing, everyone stood ramrod straight and bowed deeply to the councilor before them.
"Please sit down."
"Yes."
Everyone sat back down, with the Giant Arms taking the seat of honor as a matter of course.
"You already know Keen's plan: kill Gray Griss. According to the contingency plan from when he ran for the Grand Foundry Master, Suolaer came in second in the vote, would then be able to take that position."
The Giant Arms's gleaming eyes glanced at the groveling Suolaer Aoermo:
"Don't forget your commitment to the Alliance."
"Yes..."
Suolaer's head drooped even lower.
The Giant Arms placed its two completely crystallized thighs on the table and said rather arrogantly:
"Now, let me tell you the complete plan--"
As soon as it finished speaking, its two thick, massive Psionic Energy arms instantly tore apart along the midline, becoming four even more robust arms:
"The plan is simple: find a way to position that Grand Foundry Master near the center of the banquet hall, then I'll rush over and punch him to death, that's it."
"I have other things to do later and can't clean up the mess here. I'll leave the rest to you."
"Yes."
Upon hearing this simple and brutal plan, not a single person present dared to object.
The reason is simple: those who know the councilors of the Skeleton Alliance already know that in pure close combat, there is probably no one in this world who can consistently defeat the councilors in front of them.
The so-called " Giant Arms " refers to the ultimate strength and agility; even when using psionic Psionic Energy, it is still used to enhance one's own power.
Using someone like that to assassinate Gray, a Middle Tier assassin, feels like using a cannon to kill a mosquito.
"The plan is as described above. Do you have anything to add?"
The Giant Arms's tone remained arrogant, but this time, some of the bowing crowd actually tried to speak.
The tall, burly man immediately found paper and pen, and while writing and drawing, he said:
"I was responsible for part of the renovation of the banquet hall, and there were some structural weaknesses. I will immediately draw up diagrams to inform you, which may be helpful in the battle."
The woman who controlled some of the information channels said:
" Giant Arms Excellency, according to reliable intelligence, the retired Grand Foundry Master Balund has not left the Great Labyrinth City. You should still proceed with caution."
"In addition, two High Tier also attended the banquet: Felix, the Grand Artisan nicknamed ' Nether Melt, ' and Sailan, the retired general known as ' Iron Hunt.'"
"Ha, High Tier."
One of the Giant Arms arms waved slightly, signaling the woman to stop talking:
"Those so-called High Tier you mentioned are nothing more than filler in my eyes. What's the difference between them and those cannon fodder dukes who can be created with a single drop of blood?"
"There's no need to talk about this kind of combat power. Today I can tell you that the gap between High Tier and High Tier may even exceed the gap between High Tier and Low Tier."
"The only truly capable High Tier in your Graycast Corridor is that former Grand Foundry Master; otherwise, why would you occupy such a small area?"
"You really think it's just because of the surrounding environment? Once the great Alliance annexes this place, you'll see what true High Tier power is."
"Expansion is difficult for you, but it's completely different for us."
"Yes..."
After being unjustly reprimanded, the woman under the hood said nothing more. The others gradually added information they knew, until one of them revealed a little-known piece of information:
" Giant Arms Excellency, I've just remembered something..."
"The former Grand Foundry Master Balund had a deceased brother who was a genius mechanic. It is said that he left his brother a powerful mechanical weapon before he died."
"I'm not worried that your assassination attempt will fail, but I'm afraid Balund will relentlessly pursue you when you leave..."
This time, the Giant Arms didn't refute, but nodded and pondered for a moment before saying:
"It's alright, I brought some help."
"What?!"
The people present all gasped in surprise.
Those who can be called helpers by such an arrogant guy as Giant Arms are definitely not Middle Tier, or even ordinary High Tier.
In other words, two of the five skeletal councilors actually came here in person?
It's safe!
That's it, we're really safe now!
The Giant Arms clapped its hands lightly, interrupting the whispers, and turned its head slightly to face the darkness behind it, saying:
"Come out and meet our allies in the Graycast Corridor."
"Um."
A low, guttural response came from the shadows, followed by a series of heavy footsteps.
A creature draped in a strangely styled, somewhat heavy black robe emerged from the shadows. It raised its hand and removed its hood, revealing a generic skull face that was indistinguishable from its Giant Arms.
Just as the undercover agents present were guessing which of the following was this person: [ Whale Tail ], [ Divine Wings ], [ Hard Armor ], and [ Crown ], they saw this person extend his fully crystallized skeletal arm.
With a flick of his wrist, accompanied by the soft sounds of crystals precipitating and Shattered, several clusters of spider lilies, no larger than a thumbnail, appeared in his palm.
Those red spider lilies, seemingly stained with blood, looked exceptionally alluring, inspiring a sense of reluctance to touch them.
Unlike any other senator, the skeleton placed three spider lily brooches in front of Keen, Suolaer, and the taciturn Brenfield, then emitted Psionic Energy tremor like Giant Arms.
His Mandarin seemed quite good; his tone was calm and fluent, much better than that of a half-baked amateur like Giant Arms who could only piece things together.
"I am the new Skeleton Councilor [ Nether Crossing ]. Wear this when you attend meetings, and I will secretly provide protection."
Although they had never heard of the new legislator before, the three were overjoyed.
The brooch in front of me is exceptionally exquisite; if it were carved from natural gemstones, it would surely be a masterpiece by a master Master.
The fact that it was seemingly easily reshaped by a skeleton senator only increases its value.
"Thank you, [ Nether Crossing ]."
The three of them bowed as they received the gifts, while [ Nether Crossing ] waved his hand dismissively.
"Alright, that's all for today. Everything as usual. We'll move out in three days."