It's time to improve the strength of the infinite world

Chapter 269: Deception and Intelligence

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Silence is not speechlessness, but burning anger.

If looks could kill, Sevlo's gaze would have seen through the strange wizard in front of him long ago.

"You mean..."

"You provided them with these weapons?"

The tiefling's breathing became much heavier, and the bloodshot in his eyes seemed to have turned red. He just stared at the white-haired man opposite him.

"You could say that, although I was only directly responsible for the final weapon enchantment..."

The wizard who called himself Merlin was still squatting there, warming himself by the fire with his hands stretched out. He nodded casually when he heard the words.

"But in the end, whether weapons can be supplied to them does require my approval before they can pass the review..."

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The air was quiet again.

There was only the sound of the night wind blowing quietly across the green fields, and the sound of firewood burning and cracking in the flames.

If you don't pay attention to what is happening, it seems really quiet and peaceful, as if everything is silent and everything is sleeping soundly in the gentle night.

The same was true around them. The tieflings were completely unaware of what was happening. After all, whether it was injuries or fatigue, they could no longer stay awake...

Of course, no matter how soundly you sleep, it is impossible to be completely unaware of the outside world.

Now suddenly a stranger's voice sounded in the camp -

I didn't deliberately lower my voice...

Just a normal conversation with Sevro...

In such a situation, there must be some people who are sensitive enough to sense that something is wrong and wake up.

However, the fact is that the surroundings are still quiet, everyone's breathing rhythm is very regular, and at this time someone even turned over and scratched the itch on his back...

This damn feeling of relaxation is so terrible.

Although Seflo didn't know what exactly happened, he could understand that some force must have affected the perception of the tribe members.

In addition, this white-haired man entered the camp completely silently, and no one knew how he did it...

I didn't notice it at all. When I heard the sound, the other party was already squatting there, warming himself by the fire...

Behind this arrogant self-confidence, there is probably absolute confidence to support it.

He tightly gripped the heavy adamantium hilt in his hand, clenching his thick knuckles so tightly that if the weapon wasn't made of a sturdier material, it would have probably cracked under the squeeze of this somewhat old tiefling.

He just took a final glance at the tribesmen who were still sleeping around him, and still did not do anything drastic.

"Tell me, what do you want from us..."

With a low tone, Sevlo suppressed his emotions angrily.

“We have nothing left.”

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A brief moment of silence.

The white-haired wizard stood up and clapped his hands casually. The sound spread over a distance in the darkness:
"Don't be so nervous. Didn't I tell you at the beginning? If you want to gain this power, I can help you..."

"But what's the price?" Sevlo took a deep breath, his voice still filled with suppressed anger.

He is the oldest and most experienced among this group of tieflings. After all, as a leader, he is not only because of his strength, but also because of his experience.

But because of this, Sevlo does not believe that there is a free lunch in the world.

Even if there was, it would not be offered to a group of tieflings.

He has witnessed too much malicious intent in his career, and this time is no exception. In his opinion, this person must have some ulterior motive.

"There is indeed a price to pay..."

Master Merlin raised a finger and scratched his hair, pretending to be troubled:
"You need a brand."

"Brand? What brand?"

“The mark of the Supreme God—” Master Merlin coughed lightly and said seriously: “Only after you have this mark, can you use the standard weapons of the Supreme God sect…”

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"Why aren't you talking?" Mage Merlin seemed a little surprised. "This is actually very simple, isn't it? And with this mark, you can also become a member of the Supreme True God Sect. Even if you meet those people again..."

"You really are here to ask me to join that Supreme True God sect!"

Sevlo could no longer bear it and stood up suddenly. The veins on his arms holding the weapon were bulging and he was trembling slightly.

That's a sign of overdoing it.

He finally understood what the other party wanted to do.

But how is this possible! This is absolutely impossible!
No matter what, the Hell Knight will never forget what happened to his people just a few days ago.

Those familiar faces fell one by one in front of him. The tragic smell of blood lingered in his nose. The screams in his ears quickly became weaker and then completely stopped...

To this day, these are the painful scenes that Sevlo does not want to recall.

And now, the murderer actually came directly to recruit him——? !

Such humiliation! Such anger!
It's simply indescribable!!

Even though the opponent was very strong, even though he would definitely die, Sevlo was still aroused with an extremely strong desire to fight to the death.

however--

"I didn't ask you to join, I just gave you a choice..."

The hateful white-haired man on the other side showed an extremely evil smile, "As for how you use that mark, I can't restrain you, right?"

"you……!!"

He was almost ready to clench his golden sword tightly and chop it down with all his might.

Hearing this, the Hell Knight was stunned for a moment. Why did this sentence seem to have some hidden meaning?

"Besides, are you really willing to die here? Take them with you?" The wizard walked straight towards Sevlo with a wicked smile on his face.

He didn't seem to care at all about the sword pointing at him. He walked up to it nonchalantly, gently stretched out a finger, and pressed down the edge of the refined golden sword.

The sword that should have been able to cut hair and sharpen iron did not easily cut the mage's skin.

It was even really being pressed down by those slender fingers.

Feeling the irresistible power coming from the sword, Seflo was stunned for a moment.

"Look at them. They managed to escape with great difficulty. They managed to get here with great difficulty. They managed to have hope of survival with great difficulty..."

Merlin, in a frivolous and provocative tone, stretched out his other hand and pointed at the sleeping tieflings around him.

"Oh, or do you think we shouldn't hold out too much hope? Maybe it would be better to let them die in their sleep without any pain?"

"If that's the case, I can help you with that, it's even easier..."

"They won't feel any pain, and they will never, ever wake up..."

Although the tone used was that of giving an example, looking at the mage's demeanor and the indifference in his eyes, one has no doubt that he will make this thing a reality in the next second!
“How dare you——!!”

Sevlo was almost so angry that his blood rushed out of his chest. However, even with his subconscious burst of strength, he was shocked to find that the sword in his hand could not be lifted even a little bit.

Even though the wizard had already put away his fingers.

However, the refined golden sword seemed to be welded to the position it was in just now, and was completely nailed in the space of that area, unable to move no matter what.

"See, you really can't accept it, right?"

Wizard Merlin turned around casually, continued to smile frivolously, and called out the name of the Hell Knight.

"In that case, can you let go of what happened to those tribesmen before, Seflo?"

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"W, what do you mean..." Hell Knight asked in a hoarse voice.

“Think about it, they didn’t have to die, but the people of the forest betrayed you, didn’t they?” With a bewitching tone, the wizard casually stabbed the tiefling in the heart.

The wound, which had not yet healed, was torn open again with blood.

My heart feels like it's bleeding.

When people experience great ups and downs, they tend to get stuck in a rut, and it is obvious that Sevlo has experienced great ups and downs now.

Frankly speaking, Lin Di couldn't have held on at all at that time.

It is only a matter of time before we are breached. It may be in the first half of the night, or in the second half. If we are lucky, we may even be able to hold out until dawn.

But that was it.

To be honest, there is really no difference.

The losses of the Tieflings were mostly caused during the breakout process, when they encountered small groups of cultists equipped with advanced weapons, resulting in a crushing loss ratio.

In comparison, the previous internal conflict was prevented in advance and did not cause any casualties.

But there is a saying that goes, people hate traitors more than their enemies... So Sevlo naturally felt bad about being backstabbed.

That was something that happened a few days ago, so of course it's not so easy to let it go.

And now, thanks to someone's eloquence, it was easy for this tiefling, who had just encountered a big change, to start getting stuck in a dead end.

The tragic losses they suffered——

It's connected to the backstabbing incident.

As he listened, the Hell Knight didn't say anything, but his eyes became redder and his face became more tragic and angry.

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Somewhere in Sword Bay.

A certain lady received the information passed on by the voters and frowned slightly.

But soon, she seemed to have received some kind of message from other places, and her brows relaxed slightly.

"Sure enough, we are not of the same mind..."

It seems that there are two forces causing trouble at the moment.

One is the sect of the Supreme God supported by the Three Death Idiots, and many clues currently point to them.

The other is a strange force that seems to be from another world, and it has a simple cooperative relationship with the former.

but……

Although the latter is providing technical support to the former, it also seems to want to plant mines in the former's forces.

(End of this chapter)