Chapter 329 The Dark Gathering [Pt 7]

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Chapter 329 The Dark Gathering [Pt 7]

"A-ahh...?"

Scylla had never seen so much blood rush out in a single moment.

She found the sight beautiful... but that was only for a second.

Soon, she realized just what kind of dread awaited her. She wasn't the one causing the rain of blood, after all.

It was the enemy!

'This wasn't... this wasn't in the plan at all...!'

How could nearly a thousand people die in a flash? It was unheard of!

Impossible!

'Even my own can't...!' She swallowed hard as she looked at her stationary guard.

It seemed he too was stunned by what was happening.

'Damnit! Damnit! This isn't... this isn't how it was supposed to go!'

Scylla held her breath for some reason, perhaps hoping the man in the dark mask wouldn't be able to detect her if she didn't breathe.

However—

~ZZZZRRRNNGGG!~

—Her pledge of silence was cut short by the vibrations that echoed from her ring.

'W-what?! Not now! Why are you calling me now?!'

Scylla felt sweat gather all over her face as all attention turned to her the instant her ring began vibrating.

"A communication ring, huh? You placed your Communication tool in a Spatial Ring for easier communication, I see..."

The words of the masked man caused her to shiver down to her bones.

'H-he figured it all out...?!'

She was meant to receive a call once the Royal Capital's mission was complete.

She didn't expect to receive it so soon, but it seemed like they were done on their end pretty quickly.

'M-maybe if they return to provide backup... we might stand a chance...?!'

But how was that even possible?

They were hundreds and hundreds of miles apart from each other. It was impossible to even dream of getting backup anytime soon. nove(l)bi(n.)com

"Pick the call."

"E-eh...?" Scylla muttered as she heard the masked man speak to her.

This would be the first time they would talk to each other, and she felt an overwhelming weight descend upon her.

It made her nauseous.

"Pick. The. Call."

Scylla instantly knew what would happen if she refused.

—Instant death!

"O-okay..."

She placed her ring on the table, and it projected a communication tool, which in turn produced sounds, which eventually turned into noise.

Scylla could hear screams in the background, with echoes of destruction raging forth.

She could tell that her subordinates had carried out their duties to the utmost level, ensuring their enemies suffered greatly while everything around them burned to the ground.

'S-serves them right!' A part of her thought, while another part feared even more.

It was no use, though.

~SQUELCH!~

They were ripped apart in an instant, their body parts staining the walls a result of the momentum.

Just like that, two integral members of the New Order were eliminated.

All without any effort from the perpetrator.

Rey only had one word to utter after killing the two Ex-

Councilors.

"Next."

This time, he looked at Lord Noir, who was shivering like a scared little baby.

"P-please... I'll do anything." He fell to his knees and prostrated to Rey.

Fitzgerald didn't care that his body was being sullied by the blood and innards of those who were now dead. He didn't care for the pride and prestige he was known to display.

For the first time in his life, he broke character and bowed before the absolute one before him.

Tears fell from his eyes as he begged.

"S-spare me... please! Please!"

"..."

For a moment, there was no response from the man in the mask.

Fitzgerald Noir took this as a good sign and raised his head in slight relief and gratitude. However, what he found out were two things.

~SWISH!~

One was the fact that his head was slipping out of his neck.

Before he realized it, his head rolled on the ground, and his butchered body followed soon after.

As for the second thing he realized, it was the response of the masked man—the last words he heard before his demise.

"No."

Noir's wrinkled and aged body served as another addition to the pile of corpses that decorated the room.

The once crowded place had become a hellscape occupied by only a few.

Other than the seated Rebal and Kara, as well as their entourages, only Scylla and her guard, as well as Fenrir and his two captains were left.

A total of nine.

However, it seemed even this number was too much for the bringer of death.

After all, he said the words once more.

"... Next."

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[A/N]

Thanks for reading!

The slaughter continues! Now this is what I live for!

I suppose I can understand why Rey decided not to tell Alicia about his identity. Imagine telling her all of this messed up stuff.

Damn...