Chapter 192. A Ten Billion Yuan Fee
Looking at the battle there, the only word to describe it is 'tragic'. The Dark Sword Master only made two moves, and countless members of the military mage group who rushed to the pyramid died. It was a true river of blood. The merciless slaughter destroyed the morale of all the guard mages, turning them into fear and panic!
Who would have thought that the Dark Sword Master would appear here? In the face of such a being, they are truly nothing but ants.
Most importantly, the Dark Sword Master ignored Fenner's provocations from beginning to end.
Although the strategist Fenner was furious, even though she used super-level magic to throw countless undead into the sky, the number she killed was still very small.
Of the five hundred Vicious Sword Death Servants, two hundred were entangled with Fenner. The enhanced Vicious Sword Death Servants had incredibly strong skeletal structures, making it very slow for Fenner to kill them.
The Dark Sword Master didn't care about his subordinates slowly dying, nor did it fight the two human super-level mages. Its eyes were always fixed on the military mages who were huddled together. With a single sword strike, it caused more than a hundred deaths!
Fenna was furious because her subordinates were being constantly slaughtered by this Dark Sword Master. Every time the Dark Sword Master struck, blood flew everywhere. How could their entire legion possibly withstand such a one-sided massacre?
"Advisor, retreat to a position five kilometers away. As far as I know, these Wrathful Sword Servants and Dark Sword Masters will not leave the three-kilometer radius of the pyramid. We can't do this, or we'll all die here!" said another super-level mage, Shero.
Fenner's face was contorted as he looked at the corpses of his men scattered on the ground.
She didn't want to leave; she'd rather die here like these people. But reason told her she couldn't do that—it would lead to the annihilation of the entire legion. Not only that, but their city-state would also be overrun by these undead.
Left with no other option, she had to announce the withdrawal of troops.
"Tell me what to do?" After this crushing defeat, Staff Officer Fenner's emotions became somewhat difficult to control.
"If we fight our way back to the city-state with all our might, we should be able to. But with the Dark Sword Master around, we can't get close to the pyramids. For now, we can only retreat," Sherlock said.
Even if Sherlock and Fenner joined forces, they might not be a match for the Dark Sword Master; they must urgently seek reinforcements.
"This is all the strength we have; we can't send any more people," Fenner said with certainty.
It's not just their city in all of Egypt that's experiencing mirages. Each city's military has its own responsibilities. Besides, this time the attacking legion has already mobilized the forces of many surrounding cities. From the beginning, they planned to destroy the mirage pyramid in one fell swoop.
However, who knew such a powerful being would appear?
"I can help you. However, using this power will consume a huge amount of resources. And these resources will be at least one billion."
"Of course, if we don't have that much cash, special lightning or fire attribute resources are also acceptable." Just when they were at a loss, Mo Fan stepped forward and said.
Consuming a drop of Time Elixir once is of great help to Little Flame Princess.
Even so, Mo Fan couldn't just give his help for nothing.
He could have simply stayed out of it if these Egyptians weren't going to pay a price.
"Even we two super-level mages can't do it, so what makes you think you can?" Shero looked at Mo Fan with dissatisfaction.
He naturally knew about Mo Fan's killing of the Li Jian Death Servant.
But how could the Wrathful Sword Deadpool possibly be compared to the Dark Sword Master?
This kid, he's gone crazy for resources, isn't he?
"I say I can do it, and I have my reasons. Whether you believe me or not, or whether you want to do it or not, that's your business."
Mo Fan disagreed and continued, "If you're not happy about it, then our mission is complete. Your country can handle the rest yourselves."
Fenner fell silent.
Mo Fan is right; he could have completely stayed out of it.
After all, this isn't his country.
But should we trust this young man?
Putting aside the cost, if they fail to defeat the Dark Sword Master, this charge could very well result in the sacrifice of many soldiers.
If another person sacrifices themselves, very few will be able to fight their way back. That would be tantamount to cutting off their escape route!
Sherlock said again, "Chief of Staff, the only option now is to retreat."
"Enough!"
However, this time Fenner interrupted directly.
Retreat?
If they retreat, Fenna's path will come to an end. Most importantly, the entire city will be completely reduced to ashes.
The dead have no mercy.
For Fenner, the end of his road was a minor matter.
But if the entire city were to perish because of her, even if she survived, she could not accept it.
Fenner was silent for a moment before looking at Mo Fan with an extremely serious gaze, and then asked, "Are you serious?"
Mo Fan said calmly, "Sign the treaty, and I'll take responsibility for the Dark Sword Master."
Simply stating a few words is never enough.
This is no small amount after all!
"If you can keep the Dark Sword Master away, I can agree to this expense," Fenner said through gritted teeth.
Needless to say, this is a huge expense.
But who brought her into this predicament?
Giving this money to Mo Fan is better than perishing with the city.
After the agreement was signed, the army launched another attack, coming within a little over a kilometer of the pyramids.
As expected, the Dark Sword Master reappeared, still surrounded by more than four hundred Wrathful Sword Death Servants. In the previous battle, he had not been able to kill many of them.
Because the signed agreement stipulated that Mo Fan was not allowed to allow the Dark Sword Master to obstruct him, Mo Fan, after arriving at high altitude, directly challenged, "Dark Sword Master, let's settle this once and for all!"
Mo Fan did not recount the matter of the Dark Pact.
Therefore, Mo Fan's actions were incomprehensible to everyone.
The Dark Pact doesn't care about words, but about intentions. As fellow beings of darkness, if Mo Fan's words contain any intention to insult the Dark King or provoke the Dark Lord, and he conveys it, the Dark Sword Master will naturally capture this soul that has blasphemed it!
"Ignorant thing, I will use my sword to cut off your lowly head and hang it outside the pyramid!" The Dark Sword Master abandoned the rule of the Night and pointed his sword horizontally at Mo Fan.
This giant sword was more than twice the size of Mo Fan. The Dark Sword Master's imposing figure was awe-inspiring, and as the black giant sword in its hand trembled, dark energy could be seen surging out wildly.
The dark power was so immense that it drove back all the undead and humans in the vicinity.
On the ground covered with blood and corpses, the Dark Pact can be seen in the form of a huge triangle. It first outlines an area completely surrounded by dark energy, and then climbs into the air to form a triangular prism that leads to the clouds of the night!
This sudden turn of events left everyone completely dumbfounded!