The Chosen of Slaanesh in Infinite Worlds

"Take the children away first, we will go back to the base immediately!" Link made a prompt decision, he knew it was not advisable to stay here for long.

The two quickly returned to the house and untied the remaining children one by one.

Although these children all had some injuries, their overall condition was good and their lives were not in danger.

Link carried the bodies of Joel and Lark and followed everyone out of the slums.

Along the way, they carefully avoided crowded areas and finally returned safely to the mercenary group's base.

After temporarily leaving the injured children in the care of Asha and Violina and arranging Stella and others to guard around the area, Link brought Maya and the bodies of Joel and Lark to the foot of a hill behind the base.

It is quiet and desolate here, with only the sound of wind blowing through the treetops echoing in my ears.

"I'm sorry, Sister Maya couldn't take good care of you..."

Maya sobbed quietly, tears rolling down her cheeks and dripping into the soil.

She gently stroked the faces of the two children as she bid them farewell, while Link silently waved his shovel and dug the grave alone, his eyes cold and deep without any fluctuations.

He didn't say a word until he had buried the two children's bodies in the pit.

A drizzle of rain began to fall from the sky, hitting Maya's cheeks and replacing the traces of her tears.

The rain slid down her hair and dripped into the soil, as if mourning for the two innocent children.

Ah...it's really cold.

Maya tightened her clothes to try to resist the biting cold.

"Maya, can you get their information?"

Link finally spoke, his voice deep and powerful, his eyes revealing a deep hatred for his enemy.

He knew that in order to avenge Joel and Lark, he had to find the bandits of the Black Hand Mercenaries and kill them one by one.

There is no such thing as a grudge overnight. Of course, revenge is just a small thing.

More importantly, Link didn't like the uneasy feeling of being stabbed in the back from time to time.

"Yes, Morton! I know an information dealer, he must know!"

Maya raised her head and looked at Link, her eyes full of vengeful anger, "This guy must know the whereabouts of the Black Hand Mercenaries."

"Can you trust me?" Link asked in a deep voice. He knew that in this world full of dangers, trust was often the most luxurious thing.

"Okay." Maya nodded firmly. "Although he is greedy, he is trustworthy."

"Very good, then..." Link carried the shovel on his shoulder and walked towards the camp without looking back: "Let's start our revenge."

His tone was full of determination and firmness, as if no force could stop him from moving forward.

……

There was still a drizzle in the sky, and the drizzle was like a thin veil, sliding down from the dark and cloudy sky.

The rain was not heavy and could even be described as somewhat gentle, but against the backdrop of this cold land in the north, the drizzle felt like a sharp knife falling on one's body, making one feel chilly and biting.

The whole town was shrouded in gloom and depression.

Tick-tick! Tick-tick!

The sound of rain beats on the eaves and also beats on people's hearts.

There is not a trace of poetry or painting in the picture, only endless coldness and despair.

Just like the damn weather, so are the hearts of the residents in this small town.

They live in fear under the shadow of dark clouds, not knowing when misfortune will strike them.

"Clap! Clap!"

Suddenly, a burst of hurried horse hooves sounded through the rain, coming closer and closer on the muddy road.

Two black figures in cloaks shuttled through the rain like ghosts. Their figures looked particularly strange in the dark and cold air, as if they were beasts rushing out of hell, carrying endless murderous intent and the breath of death.

Finally, the two figures disappeared into a church near the slums.

The door of the church slowly opened and then slowly closed, isolating the wind, rain and cold outside.

The interior of the church was dark and cold, with only a few faint candles flickering, as if they would go out at any moment.

"How's it going, Morton? Do you know the news?"

The two men took off their hoods, revealing their true faces. They were Maya and Link.

Maya's eyes were full of anticipation and anxiety, hoping to get information about the Black Hand Mercenaries from Morton.

"100 gold coins."

The information dealer Morton showed a greedy smile on his fat face. He held up two fingers and said, "Give me 100 gold coins, and I will tell you the information you want."

"You bastard! 100 gold coins!? You're taking advantage of someone else's misfortune!"

Maya's eyes widened in anger, and she raised her hand and wanted to hit Morton's disgusting greasy face.

However, her hands were firmly clamped by Link, and she couldn't move at all.

"That's enough, Maya."

Link's voice was deep and powerful. His broad palm patted Maya's shoulder, calming her down instantly. "Give him the money."

After saying that, Link took out a full purse from his arms and passed it over Maya into Morton's hands. Morton weighed the purse and nodded with satisfaction.

"Hehe, you are still sensible. Humph, come here, this is the information you want..."

122. Raid on a Rainy Night

Morton weighed the heavy purse in his hand. The crisp sound of the metal coins colliding with each other assured him that the amount was indeed enough.

A hint of cunning flashed in his eyes, which was then replaced by a seemingly sincere expression. "The Black Hand gang's base is in the northeast of the town, right next to the slums. That area has become a hotbed for all kinds of gray industries due to poor supervision. As long as you pass through the slums, you can easily find the big building with a red roof. That is their lair."

Link's brows were slightly furrowed, his eyes were as sharp as torches, as if he could penetrate the night and look directly into Morton's soul.

"What about the composition of the members? We need to understand the strength of the enemy."

Morton cleared his throat, as if he was a little afraid of the information he was about to say: "In the Black Hand Mercenary Group, there are more than fifty adventurers, most of whom are bronze and black iron level, but there are at least nine tungsten steel level, three silver level, and there may even be gold level strongmen."

"Gold level..."

Link repeated in a low voice, a cold gleam in his eyes.

In this world where strength is respected, the gold level is already considered quite powerful.

However, he did not feel the slightest fear in his heart.

Link lowered his head and thought for a moment.

Today, based on his individual strength alone, he should have surpassed the gold level. Even if he is at the platinum level, he may be able to fight.

The Yama Blade in his hand is like the scythe of the god of death, which can easily cut off the enemy's life; and the Skyfire Greatsword is the source of destruction in his hand. Once released, it is enough to burn everything.

Although he has not yet faced off against a Platinum-level opponent head-on, he is secretly confident that he is at least not far from being one of them.

Asajj, Ingrid, and Anne Roger are also strong, at least they have reached the gold level.

Judging from the adventurer's level alone, the balance of victory in this conflict has already tilted towards me.

As for the number of adventurers, although the Black Hand Mercenaries have the advantage, in the face of absolute strength, the advantage in numbers can play a minimal role.

Therefore, Link has this confidence.

Morton smiled playfully upon hearing this, but then changed his expression to a serious one: "However, I still want to advise you to run away quickly. Black Hand has a platinum-level adventurer backing him up. You are definitely no match for him."

"Platinum level?" Link's eyes flashed with a cold light, "Who is it?"

"I heard that Blackhand's superior is a noble from the city of Mislina. The noble's power, haha, is enough for them to hire platinum-level adventurers as bodyguards. I think this news is nine out of ten times true!" Morton said as he carefully put the bag of money he had counted into his pocket.

Link's expression did not fluctuate at all, as if he had already anticipated all of this. "Help me find out the information about this noble. I'll pay you, and you'll give me the information. It's that simple. I'll come again at this time tomorrow, and I hope you can bring me enough reliable information by then."

After saying that, Link turned around and tried to leave, with Maya following closely behind him.

Morton's laughter suddenly stopped. He looked at Link's departing back, a complicated look flashing in his eyes: "Are you crazy? Are you going to provoke a platinum-level adventurer and the nobles behind him?"

Link didn't look back, but just said coldly: "I don't like others to ask too many questions when I do things."

The raindrops fell silently on Link's face like fine silver needles, but he seemed unaware of it.

There was only one thought echoing in my mind.

We must not allow these gutter rats any chance to breathe!

They must pay the price for what they have done!

……

The night was as dark as ink and the rain was getting heavier.

The dark clouds hung low, as if they were about to crush the entire sky.

Occasionally, a flash of lightning would split the night sky, followed by a deafening roar of thunder.

In this inclement weather, more than a dozen figures wearing black cloaks moved silently in the night like ghosts.

They had a clear destination and took firm steps without any hesitation or delay.

Outside the red-roofed house, in a narrow alley, Link and the others stopped.

He looked around and after confirming everything was correct, he whispered, "Maya, Eloi, Lillian, and this Storie, you guys support from the roof outside, especially the back door. No one will be left alive, no matter who goes in or out, except us. Ashaji, Anne Roger, the two of you jump directly from the roof of a nearby house into the third floor, and sabotage and assassinate from the inside. If you are discovered, send a signal in time. The rest of you follow me to break through the main door. Do you understand?"

"Understood." Everyone responded in unison, their voices firm and powerful.

"Link, I want to go in with you..." There was a hint of reluctance and request in Maya's voice.

She longed to seek justice for those children with her own hands and to kill those evil enemies with her own hands.

However, Link interrupted her mercilessly: "Follow orders, Maya! Your mission is to ensure the safety of the rear and prevent the enemy from escaping. This is for the success of the entire operation and for everyone's safety."

Maya bit her lower lip and finally nodded: "Yes..."

Link knew that although Maya was very powerful, anger often affected a person's judgment.

He couldn't let her take risks, let alone let the entire operation be ruined because of her momentary impulse.

"Now that you know what you want to do, let's take action!"

Link's voice was deep and powerful: "Remember, they are all thugs who kill without blinking an eye. We don't need to show any mercy! But you must ensure your own safety and come back to see me alive."

"Yes!" Everyone responded in unison again, then dispersed and acted according to the plan.

Ashaji and Anne Roger took the lead because of their outstanding strength.

They were light and graceful, and in a few seconds they had quietly jumped in through the open window on the third floor. They did not make any sound, as if they were part of the night.

Link, along with Ingrid, Stella and the others, ambushed outside the main gate.

They hid in the dark, quietly waiting for the best time to attack.

Link looked up at Eloi and Stoli who had already climbed onto the roof. They were drawing their bows and arrows, ready for battle. He felt relieved and began to listen patiently to the movements inside the house.

……

Ashaji and Anne Roger worked in perfect harmony, their movements were agile and efficient.

While jumping into the window, Ashaji quickly pulled out two sharp kunai from her waist. With a flick of her wrist, the kunai shot out like lightning.

With two "puff" sounds, the kunai accurately hit the throat and eye socket of an adventurer who got up to go to the toilet at night.

The adventurer died before he even had time to scream.

In the Black Hand Mercenary Group, most of the adventurers on night duty gathered in the lobby on the first floor, drinking or gambling, enjoying this rare leisure time.

They never expected that an assassin would dare to break into their lair, let alone sneak in from such a high place as the third floor.

The moment the adventurer fell to the ground, Anne Roger appeared behind him like a ghost.

She lifted the body with both hands and placed it firmly on the ground without making any noise. The whole process was smooth and flowing, as if she was an experienced killer.

After entering through the window, the toilet is on the left side of the corridor, and a distance further ahead, there are bedrooms on both sides for rest.

The bedroom door was tightly closed, but through the crack in the door, one could vaguely see the adventurers sleeping soundly on the bed.

They were immersed in dreams and had no idea that danger was approaching quietly.

Ashaji and Anne Roger looked at each other, nodded slightly, then turned around and disappeared into the bedrooms on both sides.

Their figures flickered in the darkness, as elusive as ghosts.