Chapter 1844: 512 Ten-Day Manhunt and Legendary Trial
Chapter 1844: 512 Ten-Day Manhunt and Legendary Trial
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The assassin moved like lightning, surged like a dragon, and his straightforward stab seemed ordinary, but it actually blocked all of Sener's escape space.
At that moment,
Sener could either use his compulsory movement skills or attempt to block the attack filled with the Power of Dark Erosion.
At the critical moment,
Sener's shadow twisted violently, and his dagger also swung toward the attacker's weapon.
He seemed to want to parry.
However, the expected sound of blades clashing did not occur.
At that time,
a grubby claw suddenly emerged from the mud behind Sener's heels.
The claw appeared after the shadow.
But its speed was even faster than that of the shadow assassin!
Bang!
Death's Touch mercilessly seized the entire body of the shadow.
Then Matthew snapped his fingers lightly.
The shadow assassin struggled and howled as it dissipated into smoke!
Seeing this, Sener sighed in relief.
"Thank you,"
he said.
Matthew waved his hand to withdraw Death's Touch.
His expression remained indifferent, but a hint of curiosity flashed in his eyes:
"Creature from the Shadow Plane."
"Which Shadow Lord have you offended?"
"Being hunted down so desperately, it couldn't be Galan, could it?"
Sener's face looked uneasy:
"More than just offending."
"Jassiliven and Galan have conspired together, they joined hands to betray me."
"Plus, due to some additional conflict, Galan went so far as to issue a 'Ten-Day Kill Order' against me..."
Ten-Day Kill Order?
Matthew's eyebrows twitched.
That was the highest level of bounty in the Shadow Plane.
The so-called ten-day kill
did not refer to the specific number of days of hunting.
It meant that the shadow creatures would launch at least ten waves of assassination attempts.
The intensity of each wave was stronger than the last.
It was said in Aindor's history,
the most any legendary warrior had resisted was nine waves, but he died under the assassination of the tenth wave.
Therefore, the alias for the Ten-Day Kill Order was created.
Indicating at most ten waves, the one wanted was undoubtedly doomed!
"Ten-Day Kill would significantly exhaust a Shadow Lord's reputation and resources in this plane."
"What exactly did you do?"
Matthew eyed Sener coldly:
"Galan has never been reckless."
Sener did not answer directly:
"I know some secrets about Jassiliven and Galan."
"His intent to kill me is likely to silence me."
Matthew snorted:
"Such vague words, better not bring them in front of me to bluff."
"Moreover..."
"As you can see, I'm just a small mage not yet legendary, I have no intention of getting involved in your legendary infighting."
"If there's nothing else, you can leave."
Sener gritted his teeth:
"I indeed can't directly reveal that secret right now."
"But I promise, I can tell you soon!"
"That is, if I survive this Ten-Day Kill Order!"
"I know that Lost Paradise isn't so easily destroyed, I believe that artifact is likely in your hands, I'm willing to remain your Subordinate God!"
"Just acknowledge that our previously signed Divine Contract is still valid, and let me hide in Lost Paradise to avoid the nastiest waves of the Ten-Day Kill, and once the storm has temporarily passed, I'll tell you about Jassiliven and Galan's plans!"
"This is also an opportunity for you!"
Seeing Matthew remain indifferent,
Sener became desperate:
"You even took my Twisted Book of Equalization..."
Matthew remained curt:
"Please leave."
"I might let Jassiliven go, but there's no way I'm going to offend Galan for you."
"He's a Twilight Creature, and I can't afford to provoke him."
But he was already thinking about how to milk more benefits out of Sener—
Jassiliven was already Matthew's enemy.
And after Isabelle left, Galan, due to a minor previous grievance, was bound to trouble Matthew.
Since they were all enemies,
might as well use Galan's tyranny to earn more from Sener!
Facing repeated rejections from Matthew,
Sener's expression had turned extremely ugly.
His body was rigid, seeming to want to turn and leave, but in that instant, he noticed the mocking smile on Matthew's face.
At that moment,
he suddenly realized, then gave a self-mocking laugh:
"Look at me."
"Been hunted for so long, my mind is a bit slow."
"Forget it, you certainly won't accept empty promises—tell me directly what kind of bargaining chip you want."
"As long as you can help me escape this predicament, you can pick anything I have!"
Matthew smiled faintly:
"How embarrassing."
Sener ridiculed:
"There's nothing embarrassing about it, I admit defeat this time."
"Nowadays in Aindor, there aren't many who aren't afraid of the retribution Jassiliven and Galan could jointly orchestrate..."
Matthew nodded:
"You're quite right."
"Now in Aindor, no one but me would dare to fend off such a disaster for you."
"So, asking for all your possessions isn't too excessive, is it?"
Sener's expression changed:
"There should be a limit to taking advantage of a crisis!"
Matthew couldn't help laughing:
"You're talking to me about limits?"
"You and your subordinates—the Silver Frost Brotherhood, what have you not done without limits over these years?"
Sener struggled to contain his anger:
"I quit a long time ago!"
"And yes, I've been involved in many major crimes in my life, but believe it or not—those who died at my hands all deserved it!"
Matthew narrowed his eyes:
"Like the Gray Dwarf city you massacred?"