Chapter 440

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.

Apart from that, these people were quite strong even in Fennia's Silver Oak Society. If not for the fact that they couldn't keep up with his well-honed killing moves, he would have to spend a lot of 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 the origins of these guys?"

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 for our grand vision, this level of sacrifice is necessary!"

"Yes, I'll follow you to the end." The subordinate looked at him reverently, nodding in acknowledgment.

"Then hurry and clean up the scene. Don't leave any traces. We'll move out after our last meal!" Lamias waved his hand and ordered. "For our vision —"

But before he could finish, his voice abruptly paused, and he narrowed his eyes at the flickering sparks in the darkness.

Moments later, a sword-wielding silhouette slowly walked out of the darkness.

"Although I didn't deliberately hide my aura, I instinctively try to hide it before a battle … Don't look so serious, I'm just praising you," the person who walked out of the darkness said slowly.

Lamias 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 a different set from his body and helmet, it still couldn't hide the luxurious feeling he exuded.

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 and had to scrape together a few things.

But the problem was that the person who appeared in front of them had a long gray eel head 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 duel between masters, 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 it wasn't necessary. 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, "Thank you for taking care of my child. 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 the sharp blades that flashed with cold light, knocking all of them to the ground!

Lamias's heart trembled. He realized that the other party was different from the players just now. He was a true master!

"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 longsword to slash across the assassins' skin, drawing out streaks of blood.

Lamias snorted softly. This troop was carefully selected from himself to his followers. They were comrades who enthusiastically agreed with Finnia's grand vision of the Silver Oak Association and were willing to sacrifice their lives for them. However, he couldn't 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 at 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 left. Let us 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!"