Chapter 141 Chapter 141: The King of Corpse-Eaters
Chapter 141: The King of Corpse-Eaters
As for the Rhodes Island personnel who escaped, they split up again. In this city now completely occupied by the Sarkaz, moving in a large group was still too conspicuous.
If they were to seriously mobilize to encircle and suppress them, the few people from Rhodes Island wouldn't even be enough to fill the gaps between their teeth.
"They're still chasing."
"It will take time to shake them off."
Even while being pursued, the Doctor did not feel anxious; instead, they were surprisingly calm.
If possible, she would have liked to use the "Blank Key" on her hood to blast the pursuers sky-high right then and there. But the Doctor's body told her that if she overloaded it, the cost would become an irreversible expenditure of her life.
"Rhodes Island personnel, turn left, go forward three hundred meters, take the second right fork, beware of ambush on the rooftops."
A voice gave them a warning at that moment.
.......
"You're safe now."
A man wearing a gray top hat appeared before them. His entire body was tightly covered by a high-collared coat and a mask; not even a single patch of exposed skin could be seen.
"First time meeting. We are under the command of Duke Kjest. We hope our objectives are not in conflict."
"We have no obligation to fulfill your wishes. Perhaps you should go look for whether the legendary wish-granting device exists in this city."
"You indeed have no such obligation. But the safety of your companions, allies, wounded, and even your ship will make it necessary for you."
As soon as Gray Top Hat finished speaking, two daggers were already pressed against his neck. They were unmistakably held by Ascalon and Ines. As a former member of Babel, Ines had not arrived late.
"It's quite lively here. Did I return at a bad time?"
Her skin was very fair, whether her fragrant shoulders or her thighs, all so eye-catching. But the dagger still pressed against someone's neck in her hand was undoubtedly warning others that she was not some obedient...
"No, Ines, you returned just in time."
Ascalon shook her head. One more person meant one more source of strength. Rhodes Island's situation within Londinium wasn't that great.
"Your operator took a very important item. We have the technology to make that sword truly useful. Of course... that's for later. Before that, to get close to there, we need the structural blueprints of the airship."
Gray Top Hat gazed in a direction—precisely the location of the airship dock they had scouted.
"Since it's a transaction, state your bargaining chip."
"At the very least, Duke Kjest will allow you to live temporarily."
Very unpleasant words. Although the person before them wore attire full of gentlemanly demeanor, their way of doing things seemed quite direct and lacking in grace.
"Deal."
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Outskirts of Londinium,
A "dark cloud" had gathered here at some unknown time.
It was an army composed of Sarkaz and Corpse-Eater Disciples. Banners blotted out the sky. A throne studded with pitch-black sharp swords and stone pillars floated quietly directly above the center of the army.
A gaunt figure covered in an aura of decay sat upon it, overlooking his army.
"You still reek of an unbearable stench, Corpse-Eater."
A figure dressed in elegant and luxurious robes sat cross-legged on thin air, sitting as an equal opposite the figure on the throne.
"......"
"And these underlings of yours... your taste and aesthetics remain so difficult to agree with."
His tone seemed disdainful, but his eyes didn't match his words. Whenever the Lord of Blood looked downward, a trace of caution always flashed in his eyes.
"......"
The King of Corpse-Eaters remained silent. Beneath his tattered gray cloak, he hung his head, still holding a withered branch staff in his hand. Surprisingly, a single emerald green leaf grew at the tip of the staff.
Even though that staff had withered to such a state, and the excessive decaying aura emanating from the Corpse-Eater's body was quite lethal to any living plant or animal...
That green leaf seemed to be the sole exception.
"What? After so long apart, don't you have anything to say to an old friend?"
The Lord of Blood swayed his wine glass; crimson liquid swirled within, leaving a reddish stain on the glass wall.
(ˇˇ)
The Lords of the Court are long-lived. Unless necessary, their positions do not change. As true Ancients, they had known each other since long ago in the distant past.
Among them were even old-timers who had witnessed several generations of Demon Kings change. Killing them was difficult!
"Blood Fiend, you got cut? More than once?"
The King of Corpse-Eaters finally responded to the Lord of Blood's words. His voice was very dry and hoarse, like a blunt round ruler scraping against wrinkled tree bark.
Though he spoke little, every word precisely stepped on the Lord of Blood's sore spots.
If you said this wasn't intentional, he definitely wouldn't believe it.
The glass in the Lord of Blood's hand trembled, almost falling from mid-air.
"Corpse-Eater, even if you had been there at the time, the outcome wouldn't have changed in the slightest."
Veins seemed to pop on his forehead. This old thing, why was he still so bad at conversation? His words just kept digging at others' wounds.
That man, and that pink-haired Amiya girl... they were similar people. Similarly unseen weapons, similarly unseen sword techniques.
Similarly so... terrifying.
"You've been scared out of your wits, Blood Fiend."
The King of Corpse-Eaters pondered for a long while. After all, he hadn't experienced facing Kevin and "Sakura" directly, so naturally he couldn't empathize with the Lord of Blood.
"No, you don't understand."
The Lord of Blood had long seen through everything. At this rate, the other would most likely encounter them too.
What need was there for many words?
He had already imagined the scene then. At that time, it wouldn't just be him losing face alone.
"I, and my army, will correct the fallacy in your words."
The King of Corpse-Eaters lightly tapped his staff against the void; a dry sound faintly rang out.
But before that, he needed to accomplish more important matters first. Such as taking over those docks at the edge of Londinium's urban area temporarily occupied by the Dukes.
At least they couldn't let enemy high-speed warships take off right from the Sarkaz's doorstep. That would make the locals seem too impolite.
"Do you need my help?"
"Unnecessary. But if you wish to partake in a feast, I shall leave sufficient sustenance for you."
The King of Corpse-Eaters rose from his throne; his slightly hunched body leaned on the withered branch staff.
"Heh heh, is this a reunion gift? However, I have no interest in food processed by your hands. Blood that has lost its vitality and living beings devoid of life force are simply a stain upon my taste."
The Lord of Blood's eyes held amusement.
"That truly is a pity. They have lost even their last shred of value."
He looked down. The Sarkaz marched in silence. The King of Corpse-Eaters... their King's enemies had not yet been completely crushed. They were not yet qualified to stop.
Subject One Exam Leave Request
As per the title, tomorrow morning—no—this morning at 7 AM I have to go take my Subject One exam. Tonight's update I'm requesting leave; I'm going all out against the practice questions until I conquer them.
The exam location picture is posted below; the testing center isn't blocked out either. If any esteemed readers find it displeasing or are filled with righteous anger...
Then come eliminate this slacker offline!
If you're my bro/sis then come cut me!
(If you don't see the picture just refresh it hehe.)
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