my pokemon player.

After Monroe finished speaking, he stood up and winked at the other prisoners, signaling them to gather around.

Ryan just said "you guys", obviously asking all the prisoners to take action together.

Besides, how could he possibly betray the Shadow Church alone? He had to drag others into it.

Under Monroe's sinister gaze, the captives looked at each other and then moved closer to him.

"The Viscount has ordered us to kill Morde together. Do you know what to do?"

Monroe spoke concisely, his eyes scanning the faces of several people one by one, and the brief pauses were full of threats and murderous intent.

Anyone who dares to refuse will suffer the same fate as Molde, and Monroe will kill him without hesitation.

"clear."

The captives had already been frightened by Dragonite, so they naturally did not dare to disobey Ryan's orders.

Monroe nodded with satisfaction, then led the captives to follow Li Xiang and walked towards Molde who was lying on the ground.

They looked at Li Xiang's back with complicated expressions, and at the gorgeous sword in his hand that symbolized the Viscount's will, and their steps were particularly heavy.

Li Xiang walked up to Mold with an expressionless face, looked at the man who was firmly controlled by Gardevoir and could only whimper in despair, and silently clenched the sword in his hand.

Ryan waved at Gardevoir upon seeing this, and Gardevoir understood and withdrew its telekinesis, loosening its control over Molde.

Morder suddenly felt his body loosen up and he struggled to get up, but the severe pain in his knee made it almost impossible for him to stand still, so he could only stagger and fall to the ground.

He supported his upper body with both hands, looked up and stared at Li Xiang, his eyes full of resentment and anger, mixed with a little fear.

"Ahem. Why. Ahem! Why?!"

Following a violent cough, Molde spat out several mouthfuls of blood and asked questions incoherently.

"Why won't you die?"

"Why am I the one who died?!"

"Why are you so lucky?"

"I won't accept this! I won't accept this!!"

Molde roared with grief and anger on his face, blood kept gushing out from the corners of his mouth, and his body was shaking violently due to the severe pain and extreme anger.

Li Xiang remained silent, his eyes were as cold as ice. He slowly raised the gorgeous sword in his hand, and the sword body flashed a dazzling cold light under the light.

Molde looked at the sword Li Xiang held high, his pupils suddenly contracted, and the fear of death finally overwhelmed everything.

He first struggled to retreat, then as if he had thought of something, he turned to Ryan and pleaded loudly:

"My Lord Viscount! Please spare my life!"

"I am still useful! I am a trusted confidant of Protector Ram. I can help you gather more information!"

"This damn bastard doesn't want to join you, but I do! Why can't you give me a chance!"

Ryan turned a deaf ear to Molde's pleading, and didn't even bother to look at him again, and turned his eyes away indifferently.

The last glimmer of hope in Molde's eyes was completely extinguished, replaced by hysterical madness and despair.

He suddenly raised his head, his face was ferocious and distorted, and he cursed at Ryan:
"You brainless idiot! Why didn't the beast tide kill you as well?"

Before he finished his words, the sword in Li Xiang's hand had already turned into a ray of cold light and pierced into his body accurately and cruelly.

"Puch-"

Mord looked down at the sword that pierced his chest, an expression of disbelief on his face, as if he still couldn't believe that he would die here.

It was clear that yesterday he was still a close confidant of Guardian Ram and the supervisor of the Blood Hell Trial. He controlled the fate of hundreds of trial-takers and enjoyed their fighting.

Only one day later, the fate of both parties was reversed. He was actually killed by a mere civilian trial-taker. How could he accept this?

"Hey you."

With blood in his mouth, Mold whimpered and tried to say something.

But Li Xiang ignored his whispers and turned to Monroe and others behind him and said:

"Why are you still standing there? It's your turn. I didn't stab his heart on purpose because I left it for you to do it."

Monroe was stunned for a moment after hearing this, then looked at Li Xiang deeply, as if he wanted to get to know Li Xiang all over again.

"Thank you so much." He gritted his teeth and thanked Li Xiang.

"You're welcome. After all, we are all in the same boat now and we should help each other."

Li Xiang responded with a smile, then loosened his right hand that was holding the hilt of the sword and made an inviting gesture to Monroe and others.

Monroe glanced at Li Xiang who was smiling, then glanced at Molde whose face was full of resentment, and a hint of ruthlessness flashed across his eyes.

He clenched the dagger in his hand, rushed forward first, and stabbed Molde hard in the abdomen.

"Ugh—!"

Inspired by Monroe's actions, the other captives also rushed forward, some using fists and feet, while others picked up stones and rained them down on Molde.

They didn't dare to look into Mold's bloodshot eyes, but just hit Mold's body like puppets.

Molde, who was already seriously injured, began to twitch violently under the siege of the crowd. Every blow made more blood foam flow out of his mouth, and even his wailing became smaller and smaller.

His eyes quickly blurred and the breath of life quickly faded away like the tide, leaving only unconscious spasms and gurgling sounds of air leaking from his throat.

"Okay, stop it, let me send him off for the last time."

Li Xiang pushed away the captives around him, came to Molde, and once again reached out to grasp the hilt of the sword at his chest.

Looking at Mord, who was breathing out more than breathing in and looked like he was about to die, Li Xiang asked softly:

"Do you have any last words?"

"Hey you. You will die a miserable death."

Molde said with his last bit of strength, the hatred in his eyes almost overflowing.

"Then you might be disappointed. I won't die."

Li Xiang responded truthfully that this curse was nothing to the players, and they could be resurrected even if they died.

Then, he leaned close to Morde's ear and asked in a low voice:
"Do you want to know why Viscount Ryan didn't kill me? You don't really think he let me go because of some dream, do you?"

Molde's eyes suddenly widened and a dying "ho ho" sound came from his throat, as if he was trying desperately to inhale his last breath to question.

Li Xiang looked at him like this, with a cold smile on his face, and lowered his voice so low that only Molde could barely hear it:

"He didn't kill me because..."

Molde's remaining consciousness was gripped by the unfinished words. He suddenly raised his body upwards, wanting to grab Li Xiang and ask him for clarification.

However, this final struggle was in vain. He could only stare at Li Xiang, seeking the real answer. "Because why should I tell you? You'd better die with this question in your mind!"

After saying that, Li Xiang pulled out the sword with force, taking away the last bit of life from Mold.

Molde's pupils quickly dilated and blurred, finally fixing on a mixture of intense resentment and incomprehensible confusion, and he never closed his eyes until his death.

Li Xiang looked at Molde, who died with his eyes open, and the corners of his mouth slightly raised.

He is not a good guy. Although he cannot be said to be petty, he will take revenge if he has a grudge.

Molde coveted his Zoroark and gossiped about him around Karina, almost ruining his challenge mission. He has long wanted to avenge this.

Besides, as an elite in the security department, he would not make such a low-level mistake as leaking information at will, even if the other party was doomed to die.

After all, no one can guarantee whether the other party has a way to pass on information before dying, not to mention that the Pokémon world also has extraordinary powers, so it is impossible for him to tell the truth.

Li Xiang shook off the blood on the sword, turned around and walked to Ryan, respectfully presenting it with both hands.

Ryan took the sword casually, put it back into the scabbard, and praised with a gratified tone:

"Yes, even if you don't like killing, you can still be ruthless when facing the enemy. I really admire you more and more. It's a pity."

He shook his head with pretended regret, and then said to Xiao Luo who was floating in the air:

"Xiao Luo, let me see if your shooting skills have declined."

"No problem Loto!"

Xiao Luo excitedly projected the footage he had just shot.

When Monroe saw his figure appear on the screen, his face turned pale instantly. The faces of the other prisoners were also ugly. Only Li Xiang remained calm.

“Very good, the quality is still as high as before.”

Ryan praised with a smile, then turned to look at Li Xiang and asked meaningfully:

"You should be able to afford this price, right?"

"Of course, just like you said, although I hate killing, I am very willing to use the blood of my enemies in exchange for future freedom." Li Xiang leaned over and answered.

"That's good, please don't let me down!" Ryan said with a double meaning.

Li Xiang almost couldn't help laughing out loud when he saw the notification that his favorability had increased.

He nodded heavily, controlling the corners of his mouth that were about to rise and said, "Please rest assured! I won't let you down!"

"Well, things on this island have been almost dealt with, and it's time for me to leave. Do you want me to see you off?" Ryan was ready to wrap up the performance.

Li Xiang naturally would not agree, and he gently declined, "You are a viscount, and you are busy with all kinds of things. How dare I trouble you?"

"And my sword sheath is still on this island. I want to recapture it before I leave."

Ryan nodded without comment and said, "It's up to you. I will take away those civilian trialists, and I will leave these captives of the Shadow Church to you to deal with."

At this point, Ryan suddenly turned to Hao Ren and asked, "By the way, in addition to dealing with that secret guard, you also took action against the trial participants on the island, right?"

Hao Ren answered honestly: "Yes, we killed some trialists from the Shadow Church with the help of Dragonite."

"How much is some? No specific number?" Ryan asked.

Hao Ren hesitantly said: "Uh, we...we didn't count them carefully, maybe only a few dozen."

"Mr. Duo?!" Ryan's voice suddenly rose: "No, I remember the total number of people on the island..."

"There are less than a hundred trial-takers from the Shadow Church in total." Li Xiang interrupted at the right time.

"Oh, yes. There are only a hundred Shadow Church trial participants in total. You two killed dozens of them in just a short while? You guys are pretty ruthless!"

Ryan looked at Hao Ren and the others in surprise, and couldn't help but sigh at the players' efficiency.

As expected of the fourth disaster, each of them is a killing machine. This reminds Ryan of the hell joke in his previous life.

The player met the villain BOSS in the game and asked curiously:

"How many people have you killed?"

Villain BOSS: "Haha, haha, haha, I killed more than a hundred of them, you're scared now!"

Player: "Well, that was good. What about yesterday?"

Villain BOSS: “.”

Although this is just a joke, it is enough to prove the players' killing efficiency. That's why Ryan has formulated strict player bans, fearing that they will go crazy with killing.

Seeing that Ryan was not very angry and that there was no reminder of a decrease in favorability, Hao Ren breathed a sigh of relief and explained in a deep voice:
"There is a deep blood feud between you and the Shadow Church. As your most loyal subordinates, we will naturally not let go of these trial participants from the Shadow Church."

"What's more, after seeing us, instead of surrendering, they even dared to run away. It's clear that they don't take you and Dragonite seriously. That's why we dared to execute these trial participants for you!"

Ryan's mouth twitched slightly when he heard this. Could this excuse be any more perfunctory?

But then again, they were just some scum of the Shadow Church. Just killing them would be a good way to eliminate potential dangers for Li Xiang.

Therefore, Ryan nodded slightly and said, "Yes, you are thoughtful. How many trial participants are there on the island now? Are there any captured civilians among them?"

Hao Ren thought for a moment and replied, "There are almost no trial participants outside the forest, but we did not go deep into the island."

"Then why are you still standing there like an idiot? Go search the entire island to see if there are any surviving civilians, and get rid of any that slip through the net," Ryan ordered in a flat voice.

When Hao Ren and Lao Ma heard that they could level up again, they immediately responded with a smile on their faces: "Yes!"

The two rode on Dragonite and plunged into the dense forest of the island once again.

"You two should also keep busy and bring those civilians who are to be used as sacrifices to the ship."

Ryan retracted his gaze and gave orders to Monroe and others.

"As ordered!"

Time passed quietly and the sun slowly set.

"Hooo!"

With a few dragon roars, Hao Ren and Lao Ma returned to the shore and reported to Ryan:

"Reporting to Lord Ryan, we only dealt with a few trial participants from the Shadow Church on the island, and did not find any civilians."

"Perhaps they all died on this island, or perhaps they are hiding. Do you need us to search again carefully?"

Ryan shook his head: "No need, this island is quite large. If they are determined to hide, it will be difficult for you to find them."

He is not a saint, nor a nanny. It would be good enough if he could find some civilians before leaving.

If there really were civilians hiding, they could only blame their bad luck. Ryan had a clear conscience anyway.

"It's getting late. It's time for us to leave." (End of this chapter)