After the attic exploded, the Nightwalkers who were still entangled with the players seemed to have received some sort of command. They stopped fighting and scattered like birds and beasts, quickly slipping into the shadows and escaping.
"Phew. We're saved." Zazu breathed a sigh of relief at not having to die and lose EXP. "It's a pity, Miss Vela …"
"What's a pity?" Vela descended from the skies and landed not far from Zazu.
"Y-you're actually fine?"
Zazu's eyes widened at Vela.
"The damage from being blown away and falling here is quite high," Vela replied. "Not really."
"But that was a huge explosion …" Zazu was still in disbelief.
He had assumed that Vela was dead because he did not have the time to check the party panel because he was caught up in the fight against the Hitmen wearing the fur of the Shadow Creatures. Now that he had the time to check, he found that her HP was quite healthy, and not at all like an arrow at the end of its flight after soloing a Boss that was around her level.
"Who would be killed by their own skill?" Vela asked in return, raising her brow in displeasure.
"There is. I remember that Mister Marni was killed by his own skill before," Nana suddenly said.
"Huh …"
Vela's face fell at once.
She might have doubted the authenticity of it if it had been any other Player, but if it was Marni …
Nothing was impossible.
"Either way, I apologize for my rashness before, but I'm not angry anymore. We can continue, Mister Simba." Vela shook her head.
"Soloing a Boss of the same level because you're angry? Even first-rate elites like Senior Edward would have a hard time doing that. Frontier women are so scary …" Zazu muttered quietly to his sister, probably telling her not to become such a person in the future.
Vela's brow twitched.
The truth was that she could instakill Mephisto because his true form was quite fragile. What really fit the mold of a Level 42 Boss was the Shadow Djinn that he wore like armor. Vela, on the other hand, had used a trick to ignore the Shadow Djinn, and directly charged into his body after breaking through his defenses, blowing up Mephisto's true form to claim victory.
Still, she did not intend to explain since Zazu was being too rude.
"If you want to chat, we can chat when we get back. Now, prepare to retreat!" Simba saw that Vela had returned safely. Even if he did not manage to save Angora, his mission was accomplished and the culprit had been singlehandedly taken out by Vela. Therefore, it was a happy ending for everyone, and so he quickly gave the order to leave.
As Vera's self-destruction attack had caused quite a commotion, the footsteps of the guards could already be heard from outside, so the next battle was to break out of the encirclement.
For the Players, as long as they weren't completely surrounded, it would be easy to break out of the manor's complex terrain.
As for the reason …
Let's look at the system's mini-map!
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"So, yesterday, the Minister of Intelligence that I had just appointed was suddenly killed by a group of less than 30 soldiers who broke into the manor. After that, not only did those thieves successfully break out of the encirclement, but they were also arrogant enough to scatter and run around without hiding their traces. In the end, you didn't even catch a single one of them alive?"
The royal city of Valla.
The new Queen of Valla spoke coldly as she looked at the trembling man kneeling on the floor.
No, no, no, we're the ones who should be the ones!
The man who was kneeling on the floor felt bitter, but he still tried his best to defend himself.
"Your Majesty, those people are very strange. They have no fear of death, and even if my soldiers forced them into a corner, they wouldn't let themselves be captured. Threats and promises are useless, and they would fight until they die …" The man couldn't help shuddering at the memory of what he saw. "They … they're like fanatical cultists worshipping the undead pantheon … It's not that we're useless, but they're just too evil!"
Simply saying that the enemy was too strong and his side was too weak definitely wouldn't do. As the Minister of Intelligence and the captain of the Mephisto Manor, if his subordinates were too weak, the blame would eventually fall back on him, and he could only describe the mistake as' not a crime of war 'to have a chance of survival.
What's more, he wasn't wrong. Those thieves were indeed fearless, and their behavior was also very strange. They were all wearing strange anchovies that emitted the power of shadows … Their makeup was definitely that of evil cultists.
"Alright, then this Emperor will remember your mistake for the time being …"
Valla's new Emperor saw that he did not seem to be lying. Moreover, there were many soldiers who witnessed the incident and he probably would not commit such a grave crime as lying to himself, and so eventually let him go. "Send the corpses of those thieves to the Imperial Research Tower. Have the scholars and warlocks examine their origins."
Many divine spells and spells could actually be traced from the caster's body, and there were many other things that could be done with the corpse of a divine spell user. Still, it was not up to the thieves to decide what would become of the corpses once they were sent to the Research Tower, since there was no such thing as the dead being the law of the Research Tower.
"Erm, erm, Your Majesty … Actually, the corpses of those thieves have also disappeared …"
The captain immediately pressed his head against the floor again, as if he was going to smash a hole in the floor.
"In other words, not only did you fail to capture the thieves, you didn't even leave a single corpse behind?"
Valla's new Emperor's voice had become impatient, and Gordon's heart skipped a beat.
Whether or not His Majesty was a fatuous ruler aside, he was definitely a tyrant who rarely had his head detached from his body when things didn't go his way.
Hence, he quickly explained, "That must be the repercussions of using a certain divine spell. Even if we used sealing magic to collect their corpses, they would still turn into ash and vanish when taken out … That's probably why the cultists are generally stronger in combat."
With that, Gordon simply kept kneeling on the floor without daring to look up, carefully holding his breath as he waited for his judgment.
"Hmph. Even so, it doesn't change the fact that you're useless!" The new Emperor glared at Gordon in dissatisfaction, and only spoke slowly when he saw that he was about to piss his pants. "Still, I'm merciful enough to give you a chance — alive or dead, whatever method you use, as long as you bring me one of those thieves, I'll pardon you. Otherwise, it's not just you — your wife and children will be sent to the Research Tower's human experiment camp as well!"
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