Chapter 124: Mission [10]
Chapter 124: Mission [10]
Cracks spread through the air, revealing a hidden figure that had been concealed within the distorted space.
It was a man whose entire face was covered by a mask.
The masked man was Asher’s vessel.
Asher’s vessel glanced at the shattered space before looking at No. 1, who had destroyed it.
Then he said in a calm tone,
"As expected, Grandmasters are truly different. You sensed the tiny disturbance in space and were even able to destroy it with your attack."
No. 1 looked at Asher’s vessel and asked in a serious tone,
"Who are you?"
"How did you get in here?"
However, Asher merely glanced at No. 1 without answering.
Instead, he turned toward No. 2, who was also staring at him with a sharp gaze.
"I see..."
"So you’re a Necromancer."
"You’re the one who sensed me, not the disturbance in space."
"I guess Necromancers are quite sensitive to souls and living beings."
No. 2 simply continued looking at Asher.
He seemed to be thinking about something but didn’t reply.
No. 1 was slightly annoyed at being ignored, but he still restrained himself and asked another question.
"Which faction do you belong to?"
"The Astreans?"
"If so, why are you here? I don’t think the Reaper Guild has any animosity with the Astreans."
After witnessing Asher’s mastery over space, No. 1 couldn’t help but suspect that he might belong to the Astreans.
If that were true, then this matter could become far more troublesome than he had initially imagined.
Every Master present also stared at Asher with the same thought in mind.
’How is that guy even here... and since when?’
However, none of them dared to speak.
They silently waited for No. 1’s orders.
Asher looked back at No. 1 before replying in a cheerful tone,
"Oh, don’t worry."
"I’m not one of the Astreans."
"I’m just... me."
He paused for a moment before continuing.
"But we do have some animosity between us."
"You know, someone from your Guild once tried to kill me."
He smiled beneath his mask.
"And I’m also working with the person you’re looking for..."
"...the one who caused your mission to fail and dragged your Guild into all this trouble."
As soon as those words left his mouth, the expressions of everyone present changed.
The tension that had filled their faces was instantly replaced by fury.
No. 1 looked at Asher and said in a voice filled with anger,
"That’s good."
"We don’t have to search for you anymore."
"We’ll just capture you as a hostage."
"Then you’ll lead us straight to your companions, the ones who caused all this mess and dragged the Reaper Guild into it."
Asher looked at No. 1 with a confused expression before replying,
"But how are you even going to defeat me?"
He tilted his head slightly.
"There are only two of you."
"Although you’re slightly stronger than me..."
"...there are a hundred of us."
No. 1 frowned.
Not only him, but everyone present looked at Asher with confused expressions.
A moment later, one of the assassins couldn’t help but laugh.
"Have you lost your mind out of fear?"
"There are one hundred and eighty of us here."
"What do you mean there are only two?"
Asher slowly turned his head and looked at the man who had spoken.
He didn’t say a single word.
The next moment, a massive rift tore open in space behind him.
Everyone’s expressions changed.
Then, one after another, masked figures began walking out of the spatial rift.
One...
Ten...
Thirty...
Fifty...
Until finally, a total of ninety-nine masked figures stood behind Asher.
Every one of them wore the exact same mask.
Every one of them gave off the aura of a Spatial Master.
The moment the hundred Spatial Masters stood together, the surrounding space throughout the entire headquarters became extremely unstable.
Spatial ripples spread in every direction.
The space itself seemed to distort under the influence of so many Spatial Masters manipulating it at the same time.
The expressions of No. 1 and No. 2 instantly changed.
The spatial artifacts carried by everyone present suddenly began trembling violently.
The next moment...
They completely stopped functioning.
No matter how much mana was poured into them, none of the artifacts responded.
The surrounding space had become far too unstable.
With a hundred Spatial Masters affecting it simultaneously, teleportation through spatial artifacts had become impossible.
No one can escape from this place now.
Silence fell over the entire headquarters.
Every member of the Reaper Guild stared at the hundred masked figures in disbelief.
"This... how is this possible?" one of the Masters muttered unconsciously.
Another Master’s face turned pale.
"A hundred... Spatial Masters..."
Even No. 46 couldn’t believe what he was seeing.
His body had gone completely stiff.
No. 1 swept his gaze across the hundred masked figures, his expression becoming more and more serious.
’What is this...?’
’If they aren’t Astreans, then which faction do they belong to?’
He couldn’t think of any force in the world capable of producing a hundred Spatial Masters.
Beside him, No. 2 looked at the hundred masked figures.
A creepy smile slowly spread across his face.
His eyes became filled with madness.
"That’s good..."
He let out a low laugh.
"A hundred Spatial Masters..."
"They don’t seem like a bad addition to my collection."
Everyone looked at No. 2, and their confidence immediately returned.
Even though the enemy had a hundred Spatial Masters, they still outnumbered them.
More importantly, they had two Grandmasters on their side.
There was no way they could lose.
Asher looked at No. 2 but didn’t say anything.
The next moment, all one hundred of his vessels raised one of their hands.
A mana sphere instantly formed above each of their palms.
Moments later, the strange black fog began mixing into every mana sphere.
The originally pure mana spheres gradually turned completely black.
Every member of the Reaper Guild looked at the black spheres with confusion.
They had no idea what those attacks were capable of.
His eyes widened as he shouted in a grave tone,
"Don’t let those spheres touch your bodies!"
"And don’t even think about transforming into your elemental forms!"