After collecting the two bodies and discs, Jacob was in a good mood.
He looked in the direction of the commotion, and his lips rose in an icy smile as he told Immortika, "Let's start the operation. Just tell me if I missed someone."
The next moment, Doom Assassin Short Swords appeared in his hand. The dark gray blades were the same, but the skulls from the sword hilts were now replaced with two palm-size black bearings.
Jacob felt the Doom Assassin Short Swords weight which was one ton each and then started to spin them agilely like they were nothing but feathers, and the next moment, he vanished, leaving behind a blur.
"Captain, we are only a hundred meters away from the explosion area!" A black-clad figure spoke in his star watch while he nimbly moved between trees, and he was heading straight in Jacob's direction.
"Good, keep your guard up. There is more than one group in this place, and they are probably after our target. As long as they are here to kill him, don't get in their way. Let them take the lead even to probe and wear out the target. We'll get the rewards as long as he dies. It matters not if someone else kills him. What matter is he's dead tonight!" A raspy voice rang in reply.
Almost all the mercenaries received the same kind of command from their captains.
If it were two years ago, they would've all been fighting for the kill, but now it was completely different. Their commission has been changed from a bounty to must kill order, and rewards will be given to everyone who participates in this hunt and manages to get rid of the target.
At a mile in the northeast direction, Skull No. A-1 stood with a party of nine, and they were also listening to a report from his scout, "There are over three hundred unknown personnel, and they are all after our target. What is your command?"
A-1's eyes narrowed, "It doesn't matter. We need to bring him in alive. Let the other side attack first. Just don't lose sight of him anymore. As long as the other side draw out all his trump card, we'll interfere."
"Unders….kikkk…." The voice suddenly cut abruptly with a strange cry.
"What happens?" A-1 was bewildered as he asked, but no reply came as the connection was completely lost.
"I think he's been killed." A heavy voice rang from one of the 4-meter-tall giant figures.
"The question is by whom." Another giant figure coldly chuckled.
A-1's grim voice rang, "It seemed we needed to step in sooner, gentlemen. We can't let the target getaway today, or we'll never get a chance to go into higher plains. So, I need everyone to use your full power today…"
"Boomm…."
His voice was disrupted by a huge explosion over six hundred meters away from their position, and a huge fire could be raised.
"Oh, someone already used an explosive magic spell of nine-star rank." A woman's voice filled with interest rang.
"Let go before he gets killed!" A long sword appeared in A-1's hand before he moved in the direction of the commotions.
However, as they got closer, they could hear screams ringing all around them, and those screams were absolutely bone-chilling as they rang all over the forest while all kinds of explosions rang.
For a moment, they rang from the east, and the next moment they rang from the south. It was like a war zone. But this made the top ten A-rank skulls of the killer skull society even more confused. Since there should be only one target, how could everyone start fighting each other?
Not only the ten skulls, but there was another group of 32 universal mercenaries. They were all official members, not reserve members, and three of them among them were dark baron-level dark nobles of the dark city.
This group was the true upper echelon of the mercenary agency in the rare plains, and they were all going to leave the rare plains in over a year when the reinforcement from the epic plains arrived to suppress the dark beings.
They all came here with their underlings, beaming with confidence. But now they were all panicking as their numbers suddenly started to feel down like a waterfall.
"What the fuck is happening? Who is attacking our men?!" A booming voice rang in the forest.
It was a giant wearing menacing-looking black armor while holding a 6-meter-long halberd while he was trembling with rage and trepidation.
"Lord, Fire Cannon, we lost contact with three more scouts, and three more leader-level figures have left the hunting chat!" Another giant grimly informed Fire Cannon, who was the second most powerful official mercenary present in the dark city and a baron-ranked dark noble.
"What, those fools cut the contact as well? What the fuck are they doing?" Fire Cannon didn't hide his booming voice as he was now completely enraged.
"Maybe they're just killed by me?" At this moment, an icy voice replied.
"Who…?!" Fire Cannon was startled as he twisted his body in the voice direction, and he was instantly horrified when he saw his right-hand man, who was just alive a moment ago, was now falling to the group as his giant head was rolling over.
Not only that, but a dark figure was right in front of his face and only a meter away. Time seemed to slow down as Fire Cannon saw two sharp streaks headed toward his neck in a scissors-like motion.
At this moment, Fire Cannon, a mountain giant, who wasn't afraid of even death, felt the fear of impending death as that dark figure appeared akin to a grim-ripper who couldn't resist as his body froze in place.
'Swish…'
Fire Cannon felt his vision start to twist as all the feelings he had a moment ago started to slip away. He only heard atrocious muttering before everything faded away,
"I wonder if I should take these giants' hearts, but it would take too much space. Forget it. They're just trash. I should take their rings, weapons, and star watch…"
