I have a city in another world

Inside the moving transport vehicle, the mercenaries wore solemn expressions, constantly recalling what had just happened.

A group of rat-like monks attempted to intercept a vehicle and abduct a group of alien slaves.

Prior to this, the two sides had cooperated closely in attacking the slave plantation.

Unexpectedly, in the blink of an eye, these rat-like cultivators turned on them and tried to kill all the escorting mercenaries.

Everyone says that the rat monk is ungrateful and fickle, and now I've seen it for myself.

Just when everyone thought a fierce battle was about to break out, before the rat cultivator could even make a move, a dazzling burst of fire descended from the sky.

Like an armor-piercing cannonball, it instantly pierced through the chest of a rat-like monk, leaving a charred hole with sparks flying everywhere.

The rat-like monk, whose face was contorted with rage, suddenly became astonished, pained, and filled with deep confusion and resentment.

He looked at his chest, seemingly unable to believe that he had been killed in this way.

Just before his consciousness faded, the rat monk saw his other companions suffer the same fatal blows as him.

A dazzling, thin line of fire violently pierced through the flesh, leaving a charred, translucent hole.

Cultivators have strong vitality, and they will not necessarily die on the spot when they suffer such penetrating wounds.

However, the burns instantly robbed the rat cultivator of his life, clearly indicating that it was not a simple burn.

The group of mercenaries on the vehicle seemed to be cursing and swearing, as if someone was taking the opportunity to vent their anger.

Then, vines extended from the nearby tree trunks, coiling around the rat monks like snakes.

They were hung from the trees, seemingly as if deliberately displayed as corpses to warn those with ill intentions.

The group of mercenaries in the car witnessed the entire battle, and their shock was indescribable.

The group of alien slaves were all blindfolded and couldn't see what was happening outside.

This is actually the best course of action, to prevent further unrest.

Yves, who was in charge of guarding the convoy, saw the dazzling flash of fire and immediately guessed that it was reinforcements sent by Tang Zhen.

Yves was no stranger to this dazzling flame; it was the same flame that had taken down hundreds of enemies in the forest outside Deer Ear Village.

Like a flash of lightning, it pierced through the body in an instant, killing the attackers on the spot.

According to Yves's analysis, this must be some kind of powerful equipment with incredible power.

It wasn't an ordinary magical artifact; it possessed extremely high intelligence, otherwise, the cursing and swearing wouldn't be understandable.

It seemed that the flame held the enemy in utter contempt and disgust, and did not take them seriously at all.

They also viewed this kind of hunting as an insult to themselves, as if it were dirtying their own hands.

However, after listening to the curses for a while, one often reveals a strange expression.

No one could have imagined that this powerful piece of equipment could be so vicious and contemptuous when used to insult someone.

However, this also proves that this very special being truly did not take the rat cultivator seriously.

Just like dealing with a rat, I felt disgusted and could kill it easily.

Yves's feeling was correct; to a once-renowned top assassin, the Rat Monk was indeed trash.

Having accepted Tang Zhen's assignment to escort a group of alien slaves back, how could they possibly allow a group of rat cultivators to sabotage their mission?

Therefore, when they made their move, the assassin showed no mercy, cursing as he killed, calling these rat-like cultivators a black sheep.

These unruly individuals have severely tarnished the reputation of the dark monks, leading people to mistakenly believe they are all birds of a feather.

After being killed by Tang Zhen, the assassin's soul unexpectedly merged with a magical weapon, and at this moment, he secretly made a vow in his heart.

If I ever have the chance, I will definitely kill all the rat cultivators and make them disappear from the dark world completely.

The number of rat monks in the dark world is so large that it is impossible to count; they are truly like rats.

To think that one could clean it up single-handedly is nothing but wishful thinking. However, having such an idea means that many rat cultivators will be doomed. Once they encounter a spiritual artifact controlled by an assassin, they will be like rats seeing a cat, with a very high chance of losing their lives.

After eliminating the rat monks blocking their way, the rest of the journey proceeded without incident. After circling around for a long time, they finally stopped at the edge of a forest.

"Have these aliens disembark and gather them on that patch of grass."

Yves, with a stern face, counted the number of foreign slaves, completely ignoring their fear and anxiety.

After confirming that there were no problems, Yves turned to the mercenaries, bowed, and expressed his gratitude.

Although they were in an employer-employee relationship, they had fought a life-or-death battle together, and there was still a trace of affection between them.

Today's mission has come to an end, and we may never meet again. Therefore, we bow to each other and wish each other well.

Upon seeing this, the group of mercenaries returned the greeting and bid farewell to their mysterious employer.

"Follow me, don't fall behind, or no one can save you."

Yves coldly gave the order and led over a hundred alien girls into the depths of the forest.

However, in a very short time, they disappeared without a trace.

The mercenaries boarded their vehicles and sped away from the scene to avoid the approaching official monks and reinforcements.

If nothing unexpected happens, they will be in a state of hiding and fleeing for the next period of time.

As one of the mercenaries boarded the vehicle, he glanced towards the forest with a somewhat strange look in his eyes.

After the vehicle left, the three mercenaries secretly stayed behind, each holding a specially made tracking device.

"Quickly check where they went. We absolutely can't let anything happen to them!"

One of the mercenaries spoke urgently to his companion, seemingly afraid of losing their target.

"Don't worry, I've tampered with several of the alien slaves, I guarantee no one will find out!"

Upon hearing this, the other mercenary responded with great certainty and continued to operate the tracker in his hand.

"We absolutely cannot afford any problems. We must get our hands on these alien slaves, or we will all be punished."

The third mercenary on guard duty maintained a serious expression throughout, reminding his companion to be careful.

He wasn't actually optimistic about this task.

That mysterious employer, whose origins are unknown, is definitely not an ordinary person.

Hiring a large number of people to attack the Duke's important assets involves enormous risks and is not something everyone is capable of doing.

Provoking such a being and seizing their spoils will inevitably lead to deep-seated hatred.

Given the employer's power and methods, they will definitely retaliate, and then it will be another fierce battle.

However, this order was issued by the higher-ups, and they had to carry it out strictly.

Whether you like it or not, you have no right to refuse.

At that moment, all he wanted to do was curse the reckless high-ranking leader for issuing such a stupid task.

He strongly suspected that the one who issued this order was likely the leader's eldest son.

A good-for-nothing who thinks he's something special all day long, but has no real ability and was just born into a good family.

There is a strong possibility that this lecherous scoundrel is simply lusting after beautiful women and wants to possess a group of foreign girls.

"Damn bastard..."

As he was cursing in his heart, he suddenly heard his companion exclaim in surprise: "What's going on? Why are the tracking devices on the slaves moving towards us so fast?"

As soon as he finished speaking, vines fell from the tree, binding the three mercenaries tightly. (End of Chapter)