Chapter 266: You Have No Reason

Chapter 266: You Have No Reason

In the banquet hall, melodious music played.

Everyone raised their glasses and chatted; the room was filled with laughter.

Bang~!

Suddenly, the doors of the banquet hall were forcefully pushed open.

A man wearing leather armor and a sailor's bandana strode in.

His skin was shriveled, lips thin, and bloody footprints trailed behind him.

The joyful sounds abruptly ceased.

Everyone stared incredulously at the sudden appearance of the rotting corpse.

Thud, thud, thud~!

More rotting corpses in various attire jostled and pushed their way in.

Their gazes fell upon the others in the hall.

They immediately acted, pouncing like wild beasts.

"They're rotting corpses! Kill them!" someone shouted.

The guards reacted first.

They drew their weapons and quickly confronted the foremost rotting corpses.

A longsword swept across, severing a rotting corpse's head, which rolled to the side.

Before they could rejoice, the corpse rapidly formed bowl-sized pustules.

Pop, pop, pop~!

The pustules burst open, and colorful spiders emerged from the fluid, leaping toward the nearby living beings.

Everyone swung their swords again to slash at the spiders.

The spiders died.

Bang, bang, bang~!

The bodies continued to explode, releasing thick poisonous gas that quickly filled the entire hall.

......

"They're rotting corpses! Everyone, gather around me! Let's fight our way out together!" someone shouted, organizing those around him into a simple formation and starting to charge out.

The surroundings were enclosed, and the poisonous gas kept rising; staying here would mean certain death sooner or later.

Clang, clang~!

In the fierce battle, rotting corpses kept falling, splitting into more spiders that continued attacking others.

Those fighting back had to battle the rotting corpses while constantly pulling off the spiders crawling on them.

They were in utter chaos.

The spiders were venomous.

After their sharp fangs tore through flesh, large areas of bluish-purple necrosis and unbearable pain followed.

Being harassed by the spiders disrupted their combat rhythm.

Many were knocked down by rotting corpses from behind, slashed and torn in chaos.

Those who initially intended to lead the charge out had to retreat after leaving half their companions' bodies behind.

They covered their mouths and noses with damp cloths, leaning against corners to continue defending.

"Damn it, Malik, did you provoke a high-level necromancer? You better apologize; fighting like this will be troublesome," someone shouted angrily.

Some of the noble guests at the banquet shouted loudly.

Meanwhile, Malik, who hosted the banquet, gritted his teeth as he cut off the rotting flesh on himself, shouting back, "How would I know a necromancer? I didn't offend anyone; maybe it's you who offended someone and brought them here!"

"Damn it, I shouldn't have come to your stupid event."

"Master Mage, is there some misunderstanding? Please cease your attack; we can offer you generous compensation."

"Yes, whoever you have a grievance with, we can sit down and talk it over."

"I apologize on behalf of Malik..."

Gululu~!

As they spoke, two round objects rolled through the gaps in their defensive circle, landing at their feet.

The pull rings had been removed, lying discarded nearby.

Everyone frowned, and before anyone could bend down to pick them up—

Bang! Bang~!

Two loud explosions sounded; the grenades detonated, blasting several defenders away. Blood and severed limbs splattered across the surrounding walls.

In an instant, few survivors remained.

The remaining people lost all will to fight, holding their heads and begging for mercy.

At the same time, many rotting corpses were also killed by the grenades.

Seizing the moment, Malik swiftly dashed toward the doorway from one side.

His rapier slashed out, instantly severing several rotting corpse heads.

His body agilely darted into the corridor.

......

Regaining his sight, he took two deep breaths.

Malik stood at one end of the corridor, gazing at the three figures opposite him.

Two tall figures and a young man with a straight posture, dressed in dark Deputy Steward leather armor, holding a white bone staff—a black-haired youth.

Deputy Steward of the Guild...

Black hair... black eyes!

Malik's heart skipped a beat, his face turning even gloomier.

"Mr. Deputy Steward, may I ask what's going on here?" Malik took a deep breath, forcing himself to calm down as he asked.

"Mr. Malik doesn't recognize me? Just now at the banquet, you mentioned me several times. If you kill me now, you can save yourself a considerable expense," Wu Heng said with a smile.

Malik's face turned cold; he suddenly threw his longsword forward.

Like an arrow leaving the bowstring, it whistled through the air.

His body followed closely, turning into a shadow as he swiftly approached the three. Midway, he flipped his hand, pulling out two daggers.

Whoosh~!

The thrown longsword was dodged by the three, embedding itself in the wooden wall behind them.

Malik closed in quickly, thrusting his daggers toward the gaps in Skull-Crusher's chest armor and helmet.

Bang~!

However, Skull-Crusher's movements were even more straightforward and agile.

He leaned back while kicking Malik's abdomen.

After a dull thud,

The suit-clad Malik was sent flying backward, vomiting a mouthful of blood.

As he looked up again, several gray-white beams struck his body head-on.

His stamina rapidly decreased; his vitality waned.

The wounds that had been healing with potions began to fester again.

His condition deteriorated rapidly.

Malik quickly rolled to his feet, took out two grenades, and threw them forward.

Halfway there, Skull-Crusher lifted his foot and kicked them back.

Boom, boom, boom~!

The grenades exploded; smoke quickly filled the area.

Malik's form turned into a mass of black mist, merging with the smoke as he drifted toward the corridor entrance.

Whoosh, whoosh~!

Skull-Crusher and Blood Axe wielded their weapons, slashing at the black mist.

Wu Heng also pulled out a submachine gun from his spatial ring, unleashing bullets into the black mist above.

Bullets flew densely, dispersing and condensing the mist.

Its movement speed grew slower and slower.

Malik let out a painful scream, reverting to human form and falling to the ground.

Skull-Crusher stepped forward, planting a foot on his chest.

The warhammer repeatedly slammed down, crushing his limbs.

Malik wailed in pain, revealing sharp fangs as he tried to bite the ankle pressing on his chest.

Thud~!

A muffled sound.

Skull-Crusher kicked his face; an eyeball burst, and sharp teeth scattered everywhere.

Malik cried out loudly, shouting, "Wu Heng, you can't kill me! I'm not on the Guild's wanted list. Killing me will bring you big trouble. You're a Deputy Steward; you must follow the Guild's procedures and rules!"

Even as he vomited blood, he kept shouting.

He didn't know where things had gone wrong.

Why had Wu Heng appeared early on Gold-Silver Island? How did he know the plan and come straight here to kill him?

But he truly regretted it.

If only he had stayed farther away.

Stayed away from him.

Malik, holding his current position, was well-versed in avoiding rules unfavorable to himself.

Just as he said, according to the Guild's rules,

Wu Heng had no reason to kill him.

Even if he knew Malik was plotting to kill him, he had to abide by the Guild's rules.

Wu Heng looked at him and the bloody scent emanating from his body.

He said calmly, "Saying this to a necromancer—what are you thinking?"

Under Malik's horrified gaze, Wu Heng waved his hand.

Blood Axe swung his axe, severing Malik's head.

......

Creak~!

At this moment, the double doors of the banquet hall opened again.

A woman in a dark dress, revealing two slender legs, heavily made-up and covered in blood, stumbled out.

Behind her, the hall's poisonous mist had dissipated a lot, and no living person could be seen.

Supporting herself against the wall, the woman cursed, "Malik, are you even a man? Leaving your own woman behind and running off!"

Gululu~!

At this moment, Malik's head rolled to her feet.

The woman's pupils shrank sharply; she looked up to see three figures standing not far away.

She immediately shouted, "Don't kill me! I'm no threat to you. I can serve you; I'm very... pleasurable."