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Chapter 1962 needs no introduction!

【Rust's Gospel】, a small guild formed by the notorious deserters of 【Azazel】, with only a dozen or so members, but every single one of them is a ruthless individual.

Although individual strength cannot determine the final victory in a hunt between a super guild and a small guild, [Azazel] has an absolute numerical advantage, and in any conflict between guilds, the awkward situation of being able to run away but not being able to escape is inevitable.

However, the guild 【Rust Gospel】 is extremely secretive, located in the completely unknown continent of Atlantis.

The continent of Atlantis is not just a simple piece of land. In order to rapidly develop this unknown continent known as the Jewel Box, all other areas except for the gem mines owned by [Hermes's Traveling Hat] were given to players. Many player guilds came to the continent of Atlantis to build guild branches, and some even moved their entire guilds.

The continent of Atlantis is now showing signs of becoming the largest player community, and under these circumstances, only the Killing Guild dares not join it.

If murderers are walking treasure bags, then the murder guilds they belong to are giant treasure troves. Apart from the super murder guild [Azazel], no other murder guild dares to reveal its exact location. Other players will search high and low after knowing a general address.

Even Azazel wouldn't dare build a branch in a place full of player guilds, as that would be tantamount to walking into a trap. As for sending large numbers of players to kill each other on the Atlantis continent, that was even more impossible. Once discovered, they would be hunted down by other players. Therefore, Azazel could only send out small groups of troops to hunt down players on the Atlantis continent.

Having lost their greatest numerical advantage, the outcome was self-evident: countless lives were lost in the ensuing counterattack.

However, Azazel can afford to wait, and the members of Rust Gospel cannot stay on the continent of Atlantis forever. They will always leave to hunt, and once they discover their tracks, they will surround and intercept them.

Therefore, once a large-scale event occurs, it will be the best opportunity for [Azazel] to hunt down [Rust Gospel]. [Rust Gospel] will either have to give up the event or risk being surrounded and intercepted.

For Guild Leader Zero, who prefers to have fun and has a rather serious tendency toward self-destruction, he doesn't care at all. He does what he's supposed to do, attends every major event without fail, and is even quite happy about it.

While others only have large-scale events in their game, he also has to face the pursuit of [Azazel], doubling the game content.

But the Olympiad was truly giving him a headache.

First of all, he is not mindless. Finding fun and becoming fun are two different things. Although he will participate in large-scale events without restraint, there are standards. It must be a world-class crisis event that is quite threatening to the game environment, such as the Cloud Sea Beast Defense Line not long ago.

At a time when all players need to work together, if [Azazel] chooses to send out a large force to hunt, it will truly be an enemy of the world, and the consequences are unimaginable.

However, the Olympiad is not in this category. This is a relatively peaceful competition, which is large in scale and highly profitable, and will probably last for a long time.

Missing the Olympia tournament would be a huge loss, but even if we had gone, the large Azazel force would have been difficult to deal with.

Even he couldn't handle people attacking from all directions at any time. If he were an ordinary player, he would be overjoyed. If a killer killed him, he would at most get one or two pieces of equipment. On the contrary, he could get everything on the killer's body and in their inventory just by killing one killer.

For top players, having a large number of players actively seeking them out is like a windfall. The problem is, they are also players themselves, and killing these players will only yield one or two pieces of equipment. Not to mention, these players are wearing their entire collection of loot from their treasure vault to kill them.

If it gets out, the other party won't lose out, since it wasn't theirs anyway. If it hadn't been exposed, he would have been miserable and would have been constantly concerned, just like an incompetent husband who gets taken advantage of – it's a losing proposition no matter what.

Whether the members of 【Rust Gospel】 are eligible to participate is not the issue; they are backed by Neland, one of the heads of the conglomerate alliance, and can participate as long as they want.

"I'm torn." Guild Master Zero rested his chin on his hand, as throwing knives infused with Hydra larvae toxin danced between his fingers like butterflies.

Suddenly, his eyes narrowed, and after spinning the throwing knife twice in his hand, it flew straight in one direction, striking the flying apple perfectly.

"What a rare guest." Guild leader Zero glanced over and saw Greenland standing in the shadow of the large ship that was the main body of the [Rust Gospel] guild.

"I need your help with something, it's about the Olympia competition."

"The Olympia Tournament? Do you think such a serious matter has anything to do with a murder guild?" Guild Master Zero rested his chin on his hand with an indifferent expression, but a crooked thought was brewing in his mind.

This is truly a case of "when you're sleepy, a pillow comes to your head." Greenland, representing "Somador," is similar to their "Rusty Gospel," directly connected to Herbie Hermes, the guild leader of "Hermes's Travelling Hat." To some extent, the movements of "Somador" can represent the thoughts of "Hermes's Travelling Hat."

Hermes's Traveling Hat is a member of the Olympiad committee, and his prestige and influence far exceed those of the financial magnates. If he could take this opportunity, perhaps he could offer some solutions to his predicament.

“I know what you’re thinking. I’m sorry, this is Herbie’s personal request. If I had the time, I wouldn’t have come to ask you for help.”

A request, a favor, implies no payment.

This is not okay.

Guild leader Zero sat up straight, licked his lips, and prepared to use his silver tongue to explain the non-existent reward.

"This isn't how someone asks for a favor. You don't even bring a gift, and you still want..."

"So you mean you're unwilling?" Greenland interrupted Guild Master Zero's spellcasting. "If you're unwilling, then so be it. I can do it myself."

"Hmm?" Guild Master Zero raised an eyebrow. Greenland's impolite tone made him feel threatened.

"you……"

"By the way, what I'm busy with right now is related to Blaze. If nothing unexpected happens, I'll be working with Blaze until the Olympia tournament begins."

"Go on, what happened?" The guild leader's eyes twitched.

"Simply put, Herbie wanted to learn from our custom and light a sacred flame to symbolize peace. She wanted to find a flame to use as the sacred flame, and she originally planned to ask Blaise..."

"Alright, you don't need to say anything more!"

"Fuck!!!"

(End of this chapter)