Chapter 1081: Assembly of Demonic Forces, Overwhelming Malice, Skyrocketing Reputation

Seeing how confident Pantheon was, some of the leaders below began to discuss among themselves.

Someone asked, “Boss Pantheon, why are you so sure this isn’t a trap? It’s not that we don’t trust you, it’s just…”

“It doesn’t matter…” Pantheon interrupted the leader, “I know everyone is worried about getting their people caught in a trap. Head Hunting City has played such tricks before, but this time they no longer have that intention. Because a few days ago, we received definite news that a change occurred in the east, in the Hydra Demon Swamp, and Noxian forces have been dispatched to the blockade line of the Dark Jungle.”

“Ten days! Everyone…” He spoke with an enticing tone, “Considering the distance between the two places, it will take these garrison troops at least ten days to return! If the plan goes smoothly, by the time they return, we will already be at home counting Magic Stones.”

Upon hearing Pantheon’s description, remembering the wealth of Noxus’s logistics transfer station, these Esoteric Rebel Army leaders below burst into laughter, each becoming greedy, and all concerns vanished.

Some even began to speculate about what might have happened by the blockade line.

Among them, only Fang Zhou and Leng Feng knew that the Legion of the Calamity Sun Demon Country at the Hydra Demon Swamp had been heavily damaged by Fang Zhou, which necessitated their reinforcement from the logistics transfer station.

“Alright, leaders…”

Very satisfied with the effect of his words, Pantheon continued, “There’s not much to say about the blockade line, it has nothing to do with us. Although we have plenty of time, we must act early, as there are others eyeing this piece of fat meat. If there’s no objection, I think we should settle on how to cooperate in attacking Noxus sooner rather than later.”

“Yes, we have already delayed several days for this gathering. To avoid unnecessary trouble, it’s better to act sooner,” Yasuo nodded, sitting to Pantheon’s left.

“Wait a moment!”

As the others echoed him, an unharmonious voice suddenly arose from the middle.

Leng Feng looked in the direction of the sound and found that the speaker was the leader of the Blade Secret Cult, a guy whose name appeared to be Talon.

“Oh? Does Leader Talon have any opinions?” Pantheon smiled secretly, speaking in a tone that betrayed no emotion.

Talon looked disdainfully at Svein and Fang Zhou, speaking with a mocking tone: “Of course, I have no opinions against Boss Pantheon and the other leaders. But splitting something into seven portions and then into eight is hard to fathom, as everyone gets significantly less. So I’ve wanted to see if some freeloaders have what it takes beforehand.”

Upon hearing this, Fang Zhou thought, “It’s here!”

He knew things wouldn’t go smoothly; Talon had seemed off before, and now he indeed caused trouble.

But it’s the right timing; just before negotiating with the Demon Bandits, one could seize this opportunity to kill and establish prestige.

The others at the table understood that Talon’s remarks targeted the newly joined Storm Secret Cult, and thus all eyes turned to the two leaders of the Storm Secret Cult.

“You!”

Svein had just been praised high and was feeling good, but suddenly hearing such words made his face turn crimson red.

Even though Fang Zhou repeatedly assured him of having his back, Svein’s own strength was too weak, lacking confidence, and he was left humiliated and speechless.

Seeing Svein quickly reveal his true colors, Fang Zhou secretly shook his head.

“Who are you calling freeloaders?”

Behind Fang Zhou, Leng Feng had long grown impatient.

Noticing Fang Zhou’s hand gesture, he stepped forward, shouted, and roared.

“Bang!”

Sitting next to Talon, his younger brother Thalor slammed the table and jumped up, “The grown-ups are speaking; the young ones should get lost. This is not your turn to speak.”

Realizing diplomacy had failed, Leng Feng stepped into character, drawing a Giant Sword from his back, ready to pounce over the table.

Seeing him draw a weapon, several henchmen behind Talon also drew their weapons with a clanking sound and rushed forward.

“All of you stop! What do you think this place is?”

Sitting at the main seat, Pantheon shouted, releasing an aura, and the pressure of the Battle Qi of the Golden Demon Descendant instantly covered the entire table.

With him stepping in, Talon snorted, motioned his men to retreat.

Under Fang Zhou’s gaze, Leng Feng tactfully retreated as well.

Pantheon withdrew his pressure and, half true and half false, said to Talon, “Leader Talon, Leader Svein is a guest I invited. The splendor of the Storm Secret Cult under his leadership lately is visible to everyone. By doing this, are you not giving us Dragon Lair face?”

“Boss Pantheon, I absolutely don’t mean it that way. However, when we brothers joined this circle, we went through the trial of blood and fire and fought the nobles of the Calamity Sun Demon Country head-on. And all that the Storm Secret Cult has done amounts to nothing more than bullying the weak. Based on this, to place them on equal footing with us and share the spoils from Noxus is truly unfair! Isn’t that right, everyone!” Talon said arrogantly.

“Yes, yes!”

“Hmm, Brother Talon isn’t wrong either!”

These Esoteric Rebel Army leaders were the chaotic evil sorts who feared nothing more than an unruly world.

One less Esoteric Rebel Army participant meant more haul for themselves.

Moreover, those other Esoteric Rebel Army leaders had previously held back due to the faces of the Raven, Heart-Eater, and Dragon Lair.