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"Sir Garen, it's been a while!"
Baisaro was momentarily taken aback, but soon his sharp, cold laughter echoed through the dimly lit room. In the faint light, his face appeared extremely pale, with only his blood-red eyes standing out.
"You..." Garen felt a sense of unease. Not long ago, a decaying corpse had been discovered in the Aguillon Mountains, severed at the neck and confirmed to be Baisaro's body!
Garen looked down and saw two bodies lying at Baisaro's feet, one male and one female, blood pouring from their mouths. They had clearly just died.
Yet, two people had been killed inside the house, and Garen had sat on the steps for so long without noticing? Even more astonishing was that there were no wounds on these two corpses, but their hearts had already shattered!
"Me? Am I already dead?" Baisaro stared coldly at Garen, showing no signs of retreat.
In fact, Garen's attack had not inflicted any substantial damage; in that instant, he suddenly passed through Baisaro's body as if it were air!
"But it seems I never told you... I am still alive!" Baisaro grinned savagely, an eerie aura emanating from him that instantly dropped the temperature in the room, covering the floor with a layer of frost.
"It was you who ruined my carefully crafted plans! If it weren't for your interference... I would now be standing within Solomon's Castle, becoming a noble of the blood! It is you... who made me endure all that suffering... it is you... who turned me into what I am now!"
Baisaro's laughter grew increasingly maniacal, and the temperature in the room became more and more frigid as his power surged!
"I'm not like that fool Volikov, wasting opportunities on women... That's right, I'm here for revenge! Hahaha, do you see? Our reunion is no coincidence; it is destined by fate! Your life is meant to cleanse my past humiliation!"
"Do you feel this fear? This is the power I exchanged for my soul; despair! Confusion! Panic!"
Baisaro laughed even more wildly. The thought of exacting revenge with his own hands filled him with uncontrollable excitement!
However, at that moment, his voice was interrupted.
"So, you're here to fight me?" Garen said calmly as he retrieved the Stormblade from his System pouch.
Baisaro was stunned. Over the past days, he had imagined countless scenarios of revenge; even this speech had been rehearsed in advance. But at this moment, he felt an inexplicable sense of futility as if he had exerted all his strength only to strike against cotton. He even detected a hint of disdain in Garen's tone!
"No, no, no, I'm here to kill you!" Baisaro revealed his menacing demeanor once again.
"It doesn't matter," Garen said as he grabbed his Greatsword, a golden aura of Fighting Qi radiating from him.
"Perhaps I should remind the ignorant you that a mere Level 4 Fighting Spirit means nothing to me..." Baisaro's voice was arrogant, but suddenly he gasped in shock, "You, you... you're an 8th-level warrior?! How is that possible!"
A golden ray shot out, instantly piercing through Baisaro's body. There, in his translucent chest, a palm-sized ball of golden Flame burned fiercely within him!
Baisaro let out a terrified scream as his body was quickly engulfed by the Flame. He never expected that Garen had become an 8th-level warrior! Just half a year ago, he was still a Level 4 warrior!
The Fighting Spirit incinerated Baisaro completely, yet Garen remained standing in place.
Moments later, a white ghostly flame emitted light and eventually coalesced into Baisaro's form once more. However, compared to before, his body was now even more transparent.
"You..." Baisaro seemed somewhat fearful.
"Soul state? It looks like some kind of magic; the aura of death is strong and it has enhanced your power," Garen observed nonchalantly before shaking his head. "But at most, it can only reach Level 6."
"But? At most? Only?"
Hearing Garen use those words made Baisaro feel insulted...
He retorted defiantly, "So what? Unless it's a Holy Light mage, you can't kill me."
"I certainly can't kill you; you're already dead," Garen corrected him and then got straight to the point. "From what you just said, Volikov is still 'alive'? Was he behind all those things too?"
"Yes, Volikov he..." Baisaro instinctively nodded but then screamed, "Why should I answer your questions? You can't kill me, but I can drain your soul!"
"I've already told you, you're dead..." Garen pinched the bridge of his nose. "In that case, there's no need to continue this conversation."
Under Baisaro's doubtful gaze, Garen raised Stormblade vertically and suddenly thrust it down towards the ground!
"Justice Punishes All Beings!"
At that moment, a solemn and holy aura suddenly unfolded!
“No, no... no! Don’t kill me... don’t kill me! I can help you find Lord Mogao! I know where he is!” Baisaro suddenly screamed in terror.
In the blinding white light, his soul was visibly disintegrating, not scattered like before, but truly vanishing! It was as if darkness was being pierced by the blazing sun!
Stormblade halted just one centimeter above the ground.
“I’ll say this one last time, you are already dead,” Garen squinted as he looked over. “Mogao?”
Under Garen's gaze, Baisaro felt a terror more horrifying than being tormented by Mogao, sending chills down his spine.
After stepping out of the house, Garen followed Baisaro westward to an old two-story building.
On the way, Baisaro informed Garen that Mogao was a rare necromancer with an eccentric personality who liked to collect the souls of various powerful beings, while Baisaro was merely a soul he had picked up along the way.
Those who had undergone Mogao's necromantic cleansing would possess strength far greater than they had in life.
The old building was shrouded in darkness, blocked from moonlight by the surrounding structures and lacking any illumination. The rotting stairs creaked unpleasantly underfoot.
Just as Garen reached the final step, Baisaro suddenly vanished ahead of him. Immediately after, a chilling breeze brushed against Garen's neck.
“Your soul... is quite unique...”
The voice was hoarse and murky, sounding both extremely distant yet eerily close at the same time.
Garen tightened his grip on Stormblade and swiftly turned around, only to find emptiness behind him—no sign of anyone at all...
However, when Garen turned back around, he suddenly saw a pale face almost pressed against his own!
Due to the dim light, Garen could not make out the features clearly but noticed those hollow eyes sparkling with excitement as if they had found a long-sought treasure!
“I hate your smell.”
Garen reached out, aiming for his opponent's neck. With a swift "whoosh," Pale Face quickly vanished back into the darkness.
A dull thud echoed as Garen's back was suddenly struck, sending him crashing into the wall several meters away!
"I don't need to look for you anymore... you've come... you actually came yourself!"
The temperature around them dropped sharply as a strange figure swept past the staircase, approaching the hole in the wall.
It was a burly man, and on his back were a pair of black wings!
"Do you remember me? I am Baloo... Baru Solomon! To be honest, I’m grateful to you! If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have such extraordinary power!" The bulky man gazed at the large hole in the wall.
"But I'm sorry; I will kill you because you have desecrated the existence of my bloodline."
Baloo sighed heavily, his expression sincere, as if he truly felt pity for Garen. He shifted his shoulders, and the bat-like wings behind him suddenly spread wide!
At that moment, a crisp sound emerged from the gaping hole.
"Clang!"
It was the sound of metal colliding with the ground! Following that, Garen's deep voice resonated.
"I wield Justice Punishes All Beings!"
A solemn and holy white light erupted, illuminating the entire old building! At the same time, it swiftly engulfed Baloo! Within the radiance, Baloo's face contorted in pain as strands of black mist emanated from him until he was obliterated!
"Come out; I sense your killing intent." Garen stepped out from within the wall.
"No, this isn't killing intent. This is my admiration for you; I hope you can become my companion!"
Seated on a wooden chair by the window was a cloaked figure, gazing at Garen as if he were an exquisite piece of art.
"However, it seems my friends here are not very friendly towards you... they all seem to hate you!"
Garen squinted his eyes and lifted Stormblade.
"Of course, whether they are willing or not, I will make sure you join us."
"Because..."
"I am the master here."
At that moment, as his voice fell, beams of white light suddenly flickered within the old building. Suddenly, there appeared numerous Undead Creatures, filling the floor, corners, and even the ceiling... standing densely in a mass!
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A group chat was created.
【635.989.684】
Three people played Landlord...
Four played Mahjong...
Five teamed up for a game...
To be honest... Abyssal Peak was once a king... I played in the jungle...
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