Grom leaned against the cold, rusted remains of his giant spear, his heavy breathing tearing at his lungs like a broken bellows.
A mixture of sweat and mud flowed down his wiry muscles, but at this moment, the "Soul Snatcher" who was notorious in the underworld had only the most primitive fear in his eyes.
He looked at the priest in front of him who had put away the cross and was walking towards him with his fists clenched. The seemingly relaxed expression on Mark's face was more terrifying than any ferocious face at this moment.
"Sir! Spare my life! I'll tell you everything!"
Grom's huge body was shaking, his voice was crying and hoarse, and he completely abandoned his dignity as the boss.
What bullshit dignity? He has fallen to the point of living in the buffer zone of the Lor Swamp. Even if he is a boss, he is just an insignificant pawn!
He struggled to kneel down, but due to exhaustion he could only collapse on the spear.
"Since you've come to the buffer zone, you must want to know how to join the Rotten Ivy Alliance, right? I know! If you want to join, you need a letter of surrender!
"Either a freshly cut head from the battlefield, preferably an officer... or... or a 'high-quality one'! Like... like the elf lady next to you..."
He glanced at Anna with horror and spoke quickly, fearing that if he was a second late, the fist shining with golden light would come down.
Monica's wine-red eyes were as cold as a knife, and the [Ring of Truth (IX)] on her fingertips was emitting an imperceptible magical glow.
Her voice was cold, and she continued to ask according to the information provided by Grom:
"Who is the letter of surrender to? Where is it handed over? Is the officer's head from an orc or a Vatican army? Also, are the people behind the Rotten Ivy Alliance orcs or humans? Are they from the Church of Holy Light?"
Every question hit Grom like a hammer in the heart.
The muscles on his face twitched wildly, and the huge fear almost burst his eyeballs.
"No, no... sir! Of course it's the orcs... I'm just a small-time gang leader, a peripheral member of the alliance. How could I possibly know who's behind the alliance?"
He howled in extreme fear.
"Even if I knew, I wouldn't dare tell you! If I revealed any secrets, they could capture my soul and shove it into a soul-refining furnace to roast it for ten thousand years!
"Death isn't scary; the real hell is having your soul scattered and never reincarnated! I have two hundred thousand gold coins hidden at home, and I can give them all to you! Please let this watchdog of mine go!"
Mark stopped pacing and looked at the crying villain boss with interest.
He forced out a smile that had a hint of charlatanism, but also concealed a dangerous arc:
"Hey, aren't you just an outsider? How do you know about Soul Forging? A small, corrupted vine alliance, yet you're so arrogant, even capable of such heretical behavior.
"Okay, Grom, in the name of the Holy Light, I promise," he pointed to the cross necklace on his chest, "as long as you tell us what we want to know, we can let you go. And, after we leave this battlefield, everything that happened today, your name will be rotten in our stomachs.
"Whether it's the Vatican or any other important figure, no one will know what you said from us. Is this a sincere promise?"
His tone sounded sincere, as if he were presiding over a sacred confession ceremony.
Mark's assurance was like a straw thrown into the Dead Sea.
A hint of ecstasy for survival and a desperate madness flashed in Grom's turbid eyes.
Anyway, he is just a peripheral member of the alliance, and the restrictions are not as many as the core members. Moreover, a lot of what he knows is analyzed based on the areas assigned by the alliance and what he has seen.
Actually, it shouldn't be considered a violation of the alliance's rules. As long as I survive this time, I can go back, withdraw the money, and quickly leave this dangerous place.
These guys who have reached high levels at a young age started asking whether there are people from the church behind the Rotten Ivy Alliance.
He now directly suspected that these young people were most likely investigators sent by the Holy Light Church Inquisition!
The Church of Holy Light may be about to take action against certain people within the church, so the important thing is to escape from here quickly!
He seemed to have grasped the last straw, struggling and opening his mouth wide, shouting expectantly:
"Okay! I'll tell you! I saw a few high-ranking members of the Rotten Ivy Alliance from afar. Besides the orc prince, there's another one who is... who is... Holy Light..."
“——Puff!!”
No signs at all!
A terrifying sound of muscles and bones being violently torn apart drowned out Grom's final cry!
A magic lightsaber that was as condensed as a blood crystal and emitted a pungent smell of sulfur and blood suddenly appeared from the void, tearing through the space like teleportation, and appeared out of thin air above Grom's head!
Time seemed to be frozen for a moment.
In the reflection of Monica's suddenly contracted pupils, before Anna raised the bowstring and tightened it, at the moment when Enzo roared.
That terrifying blood-colored magic sword, with an extremely cold will of annihilation, pierced down vertically without any hindrance!
Bang—crash!
Grom's eyes, which still held a desire to survive and a look of determination, instantly lost all their luster.
His huge body, as strong as a bear, along with the remains of the rusted giant spear that he relied on, was precisely chopped through the center of his head by the magic sword, just like splitting a piece of rotten wood!
Blood burst out!
The red and white filth exploded violently in a fan shape!
The solid torso was torn into two halves by sheer force, and fragments of internal organs mixed with dirty blood and broken bones splattered everywhere!
The enormous impact force even nailed the broken corpse firmly into the charred soil of the ancient battlefield, forming a shocking cross-shaped bloody totem!
silence!
Deathly silence suddenly descended upon this ancient killing ground.
Only the mixed smell of rust and sweet fishy smell that suddenly became more than ten times stronger in the air, and the hilt of the bloody magic sword that pierced through the corpse and was deeply embedded in the ground was still trembling slightly, making a low "buzzing" sound, like the lingering echo of the devil.
The smile on Mark's face completely disappeared, his muscles tensed, and the crossed holy light arm armor instantly covered his arms. His eyes were as sharp as a hawk, staring at the magic sword and the void where it appeared.
Monica's wine-red hair moved without wind, and the light of [Ring of Truth (IX)] flashed rapidly. The invisible "Identification Technique" ripples scanned the surroundings frantically at maximum power like a radar, capturing the abnormal magic traces remaining in the space.
Anna's face turned pale, and a trace of fear flashed across her emerald eyes, but she immediately calmed herself down, pointing the elven longbow in her hand towards the direction where the magic sword appeared. Natural magic power condensed into an emerald green arrow on the bowstring, and its sharp aura locked onto the void.
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