They were now at the edge of the depths of the volcanic zone.
For Players, this was still a safe zone where their HP would not drop due to excessive heat. However, for most people, this was a dangerous zone that transcended the scorching heat and could evaporate them.
Be that as it may, there were still people who could move normally here, even displaying frightening combat ability.
"That's the last rat following us."
The Hitman, whose body was like a mirage, pulled his dagger out of Simba's neck. Around him were several first-rate Players, including Zazu and Nana.
"We've already cleaned up all traces along the way. How did these guys find out where we are?" He muttered to himself thoughtfully.
They were a bunch of weird fellows in his opinion.
They had abilities that were rather troublesome for the Hitman — they would not die instantly even if their vitals were pierced.
Moreover, they were considerably strong even in Fennia's Silver Oak Society. If not for their inability to keep up with his well-honed killing moves, it would have taken him some effort to kill them.
"Look, Lord Lamias!"
Behind him, another Hitman pointed at the corpses on the ground and exclaimed.
The Hitman named Lamias lowered his head to find that the corpses of the Players had passed the resurrection deadline, and were slowly dispersing into the air.
That reminded him of a passerby he had casually killed along the way. That person's attire was just as weird as these fellows, and while he felt a little weird when he slit his neck, he did not confirm it due to his confidence in his own skills …
'That fellow must have fooled me by playing dead, which is why I used some method to summon these weird people to secretly follow my party.'
"Do we need to investigate their origins?"
Lamias' subordinate asked in a low voice.
"No need, we don't have the time for that now … Don't forget our goal." Lamias shook his head. "We're fated to die on this land, but this level of sacrifice is necessary for our grand vision!"
"Yes, I'll follow you to the end." The subordinate looked at him reverently, nodding in acknowledgment.
"Then hurry up and clean up the scene. Don't leave any traces. After the last dinner, get ready to set off!" Lamias waved his hand and ordered, "For our vision —"
But before he finished speaking, his voice came to an abrupt halt. Then, he narrowed his eyes and gazed into the darkness where specks of sparks floated.
A moment later, a figure holding a sword slowly walked out of the darkness.
"Although I didn't purposely restrain my aura, I still instinctively try to restrain my aura before a battle … You don't have to look so serious, I'm just praising you," the person who walked out of the darkness said slowly.
As for Lamias, he couldn't help but feel a sense of absurdity when he looked at him.
Although the gauntlets and the leather armor on his left leg were obviously different from his body and helmet, it still couldn't hide the luxurious feeling it gave off.
It would have been fine if that was all. After all, there were many mercenaries who could not afford to wear a full set of equipment.
But the problem was that the guy who appeared in front of them had a long gray eel head starting from the neck. In the night of the volcanic area, it was swaying with the flow of the hot air, looking very comical.
Lamias could roughly see that it was a headgear, but what he couldn't accept was why the other party was wearing such a strange headgear. In a battle between experts, this was a great flaw … Could it be to cover his head, making it difficult for him to determine where the other party's neck was?
But there was no need for this. Not to mention a top assassin like him, even an assassin who had just entered the profession for three to five months could stab the target's neck with their eyes closed as long as they could survive those dangerous missions.
Because it was truly too bizarre, Lamias' aura of an assassin, which had been tempered and condensed into one, began to waver for a moment …
The unexpected visitor shook his eel head and said to Lamias, "My child is indebted to you for taking care of him. If you don't mind, can you tell me what your so-called 'grand vision' is? "
"Do it!"
Lamias felt that if he didn't make a move, the murderous aura that the assassins on his side had gathered would collapse. So he simply shouted and planned to make the first move.
A few assassins approached the eel head faintly under the cover of the night. Then, they pulled out their poisonous short swords, wanting to stab the comical uninvited guest directly.
But in the blink of an eye, the other party pulled out a long sword out of nowhere and easily blocked those cold sharp blades, knocking them all to the ground!
Lamias felt a chill in his heart. He realized that the other party was different from the players just now. He was a true expert!
"Question: Who are you people?" The other party asked softly as he avoided the assassins' close-range attacks and switched his weapon to a fist. Then, he used the rune-covered long sword to slash across the assassins' skin, drawing out streaks of blood.
Lamias snorted softly. This troop, from himself to his followers, had been carefully selected. They were fanatically in agreement with Finnia's grand vision of the Silver Oak Association, and were comrades who would ultimately give up their lives for her. However, it was impossible to get any information out of them with these superficial wounds.
But to his surprise, the injured assassin actually spoke, "We're members of Finnia's Silver Oak Association …"
"What are you doing, Ned?!"
Lamias shouted.
The assassin who spoke was stunned. Then, his entire face twisted as he pounced towards the eel head. "How dare you —"
However, his All-Out Strike did not have any effect. His opponent had easily avoided his attack as if he was dancing. Furthermore, he had used the rune-covered sword to carve out another wound on his back as if he was slaughtering someone.
"Question: What are you doing here?"
"We're looking for the Saintess of Flame, of course … Aaaaaargh!"
The assassin answered by reflex, before coming to his senses and wailing as he stabbed the short sword into his own throat to stop himself from continuing.
"What a shame that I couldn't hear your intentions." Mufasa looked at the dead assassin in pity, and gently wiped away the bloodstains on his blade. "But we still have many uses for the Sword of Truth. Let's keep fighting."
"Are you a demon?!"
Lamias cursed hatefully.
"What nonsense are you spouting? You're bosses," Mufasa said without hesitation. "We're the righteous ones!"
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