He wasn’t one to take advantage of those who were outnumbered. “Fuck you, Sheaves!” Weston roared. He was ultimately defeated by a stab that Magnus delivered straight to his chest. He slumped to the ground.
Within minutes, the Desert Hawks were wiped clean. None one of them survived. “How dare a gang of bandits challenge us? Insolent bastards!” Magnus huffed and flicked his sword to the side, raining drops of blood to the ground.
“Hey! Why didn’t Azure Mist join in the fight earlier on?” Drake turned and saw Nathan and the rest of them standing where they stood earlier.
They were clean, with not a single drop of blood on them. It was clear that they had not joined the fight.
“Two major guilds are enough to deal with the Desert Hawks. There was no need for us to get involved,” Nathan explained calmly.
Though he was only stating the fact, it sounded to the rest of them like he was trying to
act nobler than them.
“You did nothing and simply watched as we killed them. Are you trying to gain an advantage out of the situation?” Drake asked sinisterly.
“You’re mistaken. I never meant to do that.”
Emily quickly stood out to explain, “The fight ended too soon. We did not even have the time to react, and the Desert Hawks were already wiped out!”
The malicious looks all around made her feel uneasy.
“Hah! Do you think that I’d buy that?” Drake looked at them with a sharp gaze.
“Neeson, it looks like the Azure Mist isn’t on our side. Why don’t we join forces for now
and clear them out first?
“Then, we can split the treasure just between us. How’s that sound?” Magnus suggested.
“Hahaha! Exactly my thoughts!” Drake laughed heartily.
It was even better to split the gains two ways than three!
“Hey! I’m warning you, you better not do anything reckless!”
Seeing that they had formed an alliance, Nathan wielded his sword and warned them.” The Azure Mist is nothing like the Desert Hawks!
“We will not let you have your way with us! If you dare mess with us, we’ll bring you down!”
“Bring us down? Haha! What a joke!” Drake laughed coldly.
“If I join forces with Sheaves, wiping out Azure Mist will be a piece of cake!”
“Neeson, don’t waste time on talking. Let’s go and kill them all!” Magnus urged. His eyes
shone with killing intent.
“Alright! Today is the day I’ll show them what the Adamantine Body Art is all about!” Drake
laughed maniacally.
Just as he was about to channel his inner energy, the sound of flesh being pierced was
heard. A sword had stabbed him from behind, piercing straight from his chest.
Blood dripped off the sword.
Drake was caught off guard. He looked down in utter shock to see the sword sticking out
of his chest.
The attack was so sudden that it took him some time to understand what had happened.
He had been stabbed before his energy armor had been activated.
The question was, who did it? All those who stood behind him were his comrades!
With anger and disbelief written on his face, it took Drake a great effort to turn around. He
was met with Magnus‘ cold and sinister smile.
“It was you?” Drake’s eyes widened in disbelief.
“Why? Haven’t we agreed to work together?”
“There are no permanent enemies, only permanent interests.
“You’re the biggest threat to me here. I can’t be at ease with you around!” Magnus sneered.
The Azure Mist was just a second–grade guild to him. He wasn’t intimidated by them at all.
The only ones that he felt threatened by were the Ironfists.
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He particularly feared Drake among them since he had perfectly honed the Adamantine Body Art. He was known to be undefeatable.
Once he unleashed his powers, he would be invincible. Had Magnus not sneaked an attack on him, it would be difficult for him to find another chance to win against him.
He had caught the exact moment when Drake had been letting out his energy and was thus totally defenseless. Hence, he chose to attack without a moment’s hesitation.
“You… you wretched vermin! Curses on you! You should go die in a ditch!” Drake roared.
“You’re the one who’s going to die!” Magnus let out a cold laugh as he swung his sword
down hard.
Drake was beheaded on the spot.
