Chapter 567 Now, I Have No Choice But To Kill You

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Chapter 567 Now, I Have No Choice But To Kill You

A month after Ethan inherited Queen Celestia’s Legacy...

“We finally arrived,” smilingly said a handsome man whose long green hair seemed to be made from vines. “Now we can finally kill those Firbolgs and their descendants.”

“We didn’t come here to kill them, Harial,” a man with the head of a snake said in an impatient tone. “How many times must I remind you that we didn't come here for that reason? Are you going to jeopardize our mission?”

“You’ve grown timid, Aspis,” Harial sneered. “Did hiding for too long dull your fangs?”

“Shut up, Harial,” Aspis replied coldly. “You already know that if you mess up this mission, you’ll have to deal with Lord Eurig’s wrath. If you still feel like doing what you wish to do, then do it alone. Don’t drag us with you!”

Harial clicked his tongue, but he no longer said anything. Clearly, the Snake Man’s threat worked on him.

“First, we need to gather information,” said a beautiful woman with long black hair and black scales covering a quarter of her face. “Coincidentally, there are four of us and four territories in the Shire Continent. I suggest that we each go to different territories to speed up our mission.”

“That’s a nice suggestion, Samara,” declared a man with two small white horns protruding from his head. “I like cold places, so I’ll go to Northshire. I’m sure I’ll feel at home there.”

“Yeah, only you can go there, Fannar,” Aspis commented. “I hate cold places.”

“That’s because you’re a snake,” Harial said in disdain. “But I guess I’ll go to Westshire. It's been a while since I ate an elf. I’m sure I’ll have my fun there.”

“I’ll go to Eastshire,” Samara stated. “Dealing with humans is my specialty.”

“Then I guess I’ll go to Southshire.” Aspis nodded. “Remember, our goal here is to find the traces of the Artifact that Lord Eurig is looking for. Hunting the Firbolgs and their descendants is not our mission. But if you really wish to kill a few of them, make sure that you won’t leave any traces behind.

“If their community becomes suspicious, and they start to actively look for us, then we will not be able to move freely. Harial, I’m warning you.”

“Shut up, snake.” Harial sneered. “You don’t get to order me around.”

After saying those words, the handsome man with long green hair walked away without even bothering to look back.

“We will all meet up in Grandshire after two months,” Aspis announced. “Make sure to arrive on time. I don’t like waiting.”

Samara and Fannar nodded their heads in understanding before they left for their chosen territories.

Mingling with the locals wasn't hard for them. Among the Fomorians, they were the most suitable individuals for information gathering.

This was also why they were sent to the Shire Continent to look for the Legendary Artifact of the Firbolgs, which had the power to break the seals that were placed on some of their most powerful companions.

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“Who are you? And why are you sneaking inside somebody else’s house?” Oscar asked.

His left hand was holding the scabbard of his sword, ready to pull out his weapon at a moment’s notice.

“I didn’t come here to fight, Oscar Asta.” Samara no longer hid herself and appeared before him. “I came here with a proposal for you.”

“And that is?” Oscar inquired, not lowering his guard in the slightest.

“I want to kill Ethan Gremory,” Samara stated. “You want him dead too, don't you?”

“So?” Oscar arched an eyebrow.

“Then we should work together,” Samara said in a voice tinged with temptation. “As long as you are able to get him to leave the academy, I will handle the rest.”

“I see.” Oscar smiled. “That sounds like a good plan.”

Without any warning, Oscar unsheathed his blade and severed Samara’s neck, taking the latter by surprise.

The beautiful woman’s head rolled on the floor for a few seconds before coming to a complete stop.

“You’re more decisive than I thought,” Samara’s severed head said with a smile. “Why did you attack me? Didn’t you hate Ethan?”

“Oh, I do hate him,” Oscar replied. “But my hate for your kind is greater than my hate for the kid.”

“Oh, you knew?”

“How can I possibly not know? You Fomorians have always liked others doing the dirty work for you. What makes you think that you can barge in my residence and make a deal with me?”

Samara’s headless body grabbed her head on the ground and placed it back to where it rightfully belonged.

“A pity,” Samara commented. “The two of us could have become temporary allies if you had just agreed to my proposal. Now, I have no choice but to kill you.”

Oscar sneered. “We’ll see who's going to die, Fomorian.”

“Who else? It will be none other than you.” Samara gave the old man a disdainful look.

A moment later, a loud explosion erupted inside Oscar’s office.

The two powerhouses didn’t hesitate to unleash their killing blows at each other, turning their surroundings into a hellish landscape.New novel chapters are published on