I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 330 - 231: The Encirclement Missing Three

Chapter 330: Chapter 231: The Encirclement Missing Three

When three assassins from the Murder Club arrived in Sunflower City, they discovered that their target had already been entirely eradicated.

Not a single member of the Red Rose Squad was left; all had perished in battle.

The Security Office had sealed off the scene, and the Shelter had intervened, beginning an investigation.

The three met in an ordinary bar, sharing the information each had gathered, and finally, they came to a shocking conclusion.

“His Majesty, the King of Slaughter… personally made his move!”

One of them set down his glass and said with certainty.

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The eyes of the other two emitted a terrifying light, filled with extreme fervor and reverence.

“Whose fine wine touched our king? It’s just… unbelievable!”

“If I remember correctly, it’s been many years since we’ve heard of such an incident.”

“Although Jerome, as a Sequence Five Transcendent, is more powerful than any of us, he still isn’t worthy to be a target of the king’s assassination… The wine that piqued His interest must be incredibly precious and unusual!”

The three drank their wine, engaging in lively conversation.

As members of the Murder Club, they worshipped the King of Slaughter, Conrad, not the God of Conspiracy ‘Old Bones,’ because Old Bones hardly ever responded to his Believers and seldom bestowed miracles.

The King of Slaughter protected them, all assassins who believed in Him, but it was rare for anyone to witness the king acting personally.

Although their mission had been pointless, they easily received their payment and had personally experienced an assassination by the king, witnessing the annihilation of this Red Rose Squad.

This only excited them further.

“When we return, we must tell our friends at the club about this; they’ll be thrilled as well.”

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On the outskirts of Amber City.

An ancient ruin.

The Dark Knight sat atop a broken colossal pillar, overlooking the open ground ahead.

The Executioner Squad, consisting of thirteen fully armed members in black garments, stood on the cracked stone path surrounded by wild grass.

They raised their heads, gazing at the silhouette atop the pillar with solemn expressions.

“How come only you Executioners showed up? Are the Lamp Protectors and the Purple Moonlight Squad hiding?”

From beneath a wolf-shaped helmet, a deep chuckle resounded.

“In my memory, although the Monks of the Sun Church are prideful and arrogant, they aren’t deceitful or sly. Shouldn’t they be at the forefront, clamoring for my life? Why send you to test me…”

Upon hearing the Dark Knight’s mockery, the Executioner Squad members’ expressions turned grim.

They didn’t know what had gone wrong. The Lamp Protector Squad and Purple Moonlight Squad hadn’t shown up as agreed. Especially the Lamp Protectors, who had already received the message that their adversary had arrived in Amber City yesterday but had suddenly vanished today.

If it weren’t because the Sun Church was “one of their own,” the Executioners might even think this was a cruel backstab, a sinister scheme to make them cannon fodder.

“Bales Wolf, you should be more concerned about the fate you’re about to face,”

spoke Talelang, the captain of the Executioners coldly.

“As the former captain of the Purple Moonlight Squad, your knowledge and experience must not be shallow. You wouldn’t be arrogant enough to think you can escape this encirclement, right?”

With a flick of his hand, a small stone sculpture hanging from his wrist fell in front of him and instantly enlarged into a statue of a woman.

The shell of the statue cracked, stone chips scattered in all directions, revealing a wax figure inside. The woman had flowing brown hair and fair skin, strikingly lifelike.

She opened her eyes, walked to Talelang’s side, and looked at him with deep love and concern.

“Talelang, what trouble have you encountered now?” she asked.

Talelang looked at the woman, smiling softly, his eyes also filled with affection.

“Mentor, I’ve disturbed your rest… This opponent is indeed tricky; I need your help.”

The members of the Executioner Squad all showed surprised expressions.

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Although they had fought alongside their captain for a long time, they knew little about him, only that he was a “Sequence Five — Wax Sculptor” from the Earth Faction, and he had never shown this skill in battle before.

So the mini stone sculpture hanging on the captain’s hand… was actually a wax figure?

Could summon his mentor’s wax figure…?!

The Dark Knight atop the stone pillar quietly surveyed the enemies below.

“A Wax Sculptor, huh? Troublesome… That woman’s wax figure, in fact, is crafted from a corpse, retaining most of its original strength, effectively making it two Sequence Fives.”

The Dark Knight stood up, wielding his black sword.

The members of the Executioner Squad watched him as if facing a major threat.

“To encase your mentor and lover in wax for an eternal companionship… Should I admire your dedication to love, or should I despise your cold heart, Mr. Talelang?”

Talelang lowered his eyelids, not responding.

Bales’s words triggered a flicker of guilt in his heart.

The brown-haired woman, however, remained calm.

“Transcendents are merely travelers on the path to divinity, and even if they ascend to become Saints, transforming into a Myth, they too have their day of Death… It’s I who am unwilling, I who can’t bear to part, and even if I turn into a wax figure, as long as I can stay by his side, it’s enough.”

“Hilna…”

Talelang turned to look at the woman, his expression slightly moved.

He then raised his head to look at the Dark Knight and declared solemnly:

“Bales, you need not distract me with words anymore. No matter what, today you will not escape your fate of being suppressed!”

The Dark Knight was silent for a few seconds, then his hoarse voice chuckled softly.