Night, starlight cascades like a waterfall, moonlight shines like a ribbon.
A gentle breeze rippled the flags.
In mid-air, a hunchbacked old man blends into the space, quietly looking down at the buildings below.
After observing for a moment, the Gold Assassin Renfeng from the [Dark Council] descended like a falling leaf, ignoring all obstacles and traps along the way, as if entering an empty land, and arrived at Aomaha and Vermila's residence. Only when he arrived did he stop.
"A four-star alert + defense type Rune Array? Too bad, you're unlucky to have run into an old man." Renfeng chuckled, and with a flick of his right hand, a large pair of scissors appeared in his palm.
Open the scissors and make a gentle cut.
Without a sound, a large hole appeared in the Rune Array, and Renfeng walked in with an air of nonchalance.
A short while later, he came out carrying a blood-stained cloth bag, inside which were clearly two spherical objects.
"Hmm... the employer's requirement is to leave no one alive, which is a bit difficult," Renfeng muttered.
It wasn't that he couldn't kill that many people, but he was afraid of alerting the Demon Eye. As the boss of the East District, the Demon Eye protected all the forces located in this area and also collected a lot of protection money.
"Oh well, it's something we stole anyway, so we might as well use it."
Seemingly having made a decision, Renfeng touched his chest, and the next second, a scroll appeared in his palm.
With a gentle toss, the scroll soared into the sky, transforming into a hemispherical curtain that enveloped the entire Silver Light stronghold.
In an instant, alarms blared throughout the entire base, alerting a large number of Transcendent, but there was no reaction from the outside world.
From the perspective of others, the Silver Light remained unchanged; there were no alarms, nor Transcendent beings taking flight.
A four-star spell scroll, Mirage, can create an illusion that can briefly confuse Legendary beings.
"The range is a bit large, and it can only last for a minute, but... that's enough!" Renfeng grinned, revealing a mouthful of black and yellow teeth.
With a flick of his wrist, the dagger appeared in his palm, its Renfeng leaping lightly, and he was behind an Tier Eight Transcendent being.
Tear!
A white line flashed, and a head with a bewildered expression fell from the neck.
The next moment, streaks of blood-red light burst forth from all directions, followed by belated panic and screams.
"Oh no, it's an assassin!"
"Legendary, he is Legendary life!"
Why would Legendary come looking for trouble with us?
"Spare me, my lord! I'm willing to leave the Silver Light..."
The disturbance came and went quickly; soon the Silver Light's base was quiet again.
"53 seconds, a bit slower than expected. I guess I'm getting old and useless." Renfeng shook his head, stepped into space and left, leaving behind only headless corpses scattered on the ground.
"What? The base was attacked, and all the high-ranking officers were killed?" Arthur jumped to his feet, his face filled with disbelief.
"Yes, Lord Arthur, please hurry back to take charge of the situation," the henchman who came to deliver the message said expectantly.
"Me?" Arthur pointed to himself. If he remembered correctly, he had only joined Silver Light less than a month ago...
So... he's become the boss?
The speed of his promotion is truly outrageous.
"You can leave now. I need to think about this." Arthur waved his hand. The henchman hesitated, but didn't say anything more, and retreated on his own.
"Why, not again? First the Storm Claw, then the Silver Light, both were mysteriously destroyed... Could it be that I've really been tainted by something unclean?"
By now, even Arthur was starting to doubt himself.
In my mind, all sorts of chaotic things—evil spirits, demons, curses...—guzzled out like a geyser.
"If it really gets dirty and I don't even notice, wouldn't that be..." Arthur's face turned pale.
After a long while, he finally rallied his spirits and comforted himself, saying, "It's all just an accident, nothing more. I'll try joining another faction. If I'm still mysteriously wiped out..."
With that in mind, Arthur decided to go back with the henchmen first. He had a clear conscience and wasn't afraid of being questioned.
Most importantly, if he were to slip away at this point, wouldn't that prove that the destruction of the Silver Light was related to him?
The Demon Eye will definitely send people to hunt him down, Arthur has no confidence that he can survive being hunted by such a force.
He might as well go back obediently; maybe the Demon Eye can help him find the problem.
Just after Arthur made his decision, the Imp puppet brought Red Spider over. As soon as he entered, Gustavo cried out, "Brother Arthur, I never thought that the Silver Light would be wiped out so soon after I joined! I'm so unlucky!"
"This..." Meeting Gustavo's gaze, Arthur felt a little guilty and gave an awkward smile, trying to reassure him, "It's not exactly bad luck, is it? Think about it, if we were still in Silver Light, wouldn't we have been wiped out in one fell swoop..."
At this point, Arthur suddenly paused.
Yeah, who said I must be possessed by something evil? Why isn't it just good luck?
Yes, that must be it.
As for those bizarre and strange things, Arthur automatically ignored them.
Looking at the increasingly self-righteous Arthur in front of him, Gustavo was somewhat confused.
What's wrong with this guy?
He just looked guilty, how did he change so quickly?
"Brother Keaton, I'm getting ready to head back to the base. What about you?" Arthur asked expectantly, naturally hoping someone would accompany him.
Gustavo gave the tall warrior in front of him a strange look, then nodded slightly. "Let's go together then, but we'd better disguise ourselves. It would be troublesome if the enemies from the massacre camp were still lurking in the shadows."
"That makes sense, I almost overlooked that." Arthur nodded quickly.
Just as Gustavo and Arthur, having carefully disguised themselves, embarked on their return journey.
The northernmost part of the Central Continent.
The Arcane Ring's territory.
The City of Freedom.
Towering city walls pierce the clouds, and Mage of various shapes and sizes stand tall, while vast, dark gray clouds float above the city.
This results in most parts of the city never seeing a ray of sunlight throughout the year.
In the northern part of the city, a black magic tower of moderate height has stood for quite some time.
Centuries of erosion by the flowing water have left some mottled marks on the tower. Dark green vines entwine and writhe around the lower half of the magic tower, looking like giant pythons dancing from a distance, giving people a sense of dread.
This is the Mage tower of a Legendary dark Mage, whose master was named Frodo Luke.
The elegant living room at the top of the Magic Tower brings a sense of tranquility.
Each potted plant Transcendent and colorful, displaying its beautiful form with vibrant colors and graceful blooms.
On the surface, this appears to be the room of an art enthusiast such as a painter or poet, rather than the residence of a notorious evil black Mage.
At that moment, Frodo Luke was comfortably sipping his green drink on the sofa in the living room when suddenly his expression changed, and he vanished from the living room.
"Finally back!" Wight looked at the tower in front of him, a relieved expression appearing on his pale, cracked face.
"What's going on?" Frodo suddenly appeared.
"Teacher, I..."
Wight's voice was low and his eyes were dim; the previous defeat had dealt him a heavy blow.
"Tell me the details of what happened."
Frodo's gaze was calm; his six hundred years of life experience allowed this dark Mage to maintain a relatively composed demeanor.
Seeing his prized disciple's disheveled appearance, he did not immediately blame or comfort him, but calmly inquired about the reason.
Knowing his teacher's personality well, Wight was not surprised by his reaction and readily revealed the words he had prepared.
To be honest, Wight was a bit unsure about Gustavo.
This spider monster not only possesses an Epic- level bloodline, but is also extremely cunning and treacherous, far Fujia a brute like Fuga. If he wanted revenge, his chances were slim; it would be more prudent to let his teacher handle it.
Wight has stopped considering whether he can obtain the Epic bloodline. Faced with an enemy with such terrifying potential, the best priority should be to eliminate him!
So Wight recounted the entire trip in detail, without any concealment, and all the details were crystal clear.
This includes not only the events leading up to his attack on the Storm Claw team, but also the reasons for his failure.
Of course, the most detailed content is the description of Gustavo and the existence of Fujia.
Wight hadn't told his teacher about plotting against Fujia.
"A member of the Serpent Ring Family? A direct descendant or a collateral branch?"
"Direct descendants!"
"Direct descendants?"
Frodo Luke's gaze turned serious, but he quickly regained his composure.
"Don't worry, the Serpent Ring Family is notoriously arrogant. Since that little guy named Fujia was defeated by you, it means he was simply outmatched. Given their family's temperament and style, they'll most likely use you as a whetstone; the elders won't easily resort to bullying the younger one."
After a pause, Frodo continued, "However, we can't be careless. After all, our dark Mage community has many enemies, and the Council of Elders of the Arcane Ring have been suppressing us."
At this point, a shadow fell over Frodo's eyes for the first time; the Council of Elders the dark Mage made him very uneasy.
However, even the city lord of the City of Freedom, Demigod powerhouse, was powerless to disobey this decision, let alone a mere Legendary like him.
With a self-deprecating laugh, Frodo continued, "You'd better go back to the City of Freedom. Even a powerful dragon can't suppress a local snake. Here, even the Serpent Ring Family has to keep a low profile."
Clenching his fists, Wight was unwilling to slink back like this, but his reason told him that returning to the City of Freedom was the safest and most reliable way.
Finally, Wight nodded in agreement.
Frodo watched silently throughout the entire process, without uttering a word.
He would only offer suggestions, not make decisions for Wight. Despite his deep affection for Wight, this dark Mage, who had crawled out of piles of corpses, understood that he had to walk his own path to ensure a steady and long journey.
Having finished discussing the issues of Fujia and the Serpent Ring Family, Frodo finally brought up Gustavo.
"Show me the image of that spider monster."
"Good."
Wight nodded, waved his hand, and his magic surged forth, transforming into a lifelike image.
Seeing the black spider in the image, its body covered in ferocious barbs and Unrivaled Slaughter, along with its unique bright silver energy, Frodo's eyes suddenly lit up.
"Dragon-Hunting Spider!"