Chapter 306: Kill

"Are you sure?"

Edmund Basque looked skeptical: "The third generation of the Wiltonshire family are just a bunch of insignificant brats, aren't they? You haven't been fooled, have you, Richard?"

"It's possible, but even if they fooled me, so what?"

The purple-robed youth cast a cold, disdainful glance at Atlanta City ahead: "I've heard about some internal disputes within their family. At this time, would the Wiltonshire family declare war on mine for this? Would they make me, Richard, pay with my life?"

"Impressive spirit. Truly worthy of the nation's top elite."

Edmund Basque laughed: "Alright, I don't care if the Wiltonshire family pursues this. But Richard, you'll have to pay more—give me an extra thirty million gold shields, and I'll definitely bring you his head."

"Agreed!"

The purple-robed youth agreed without a moment's hesitation: "Provided you can bring back his head."

"Deal! Fifty million gold shields for his head. But if this time yields nothing, you'll still have to pay twenty million gold shields. Of course, I promise to give it my all."

By now, Edmund Basque's figure was already fading away: "You can have Linde start. Let the skeleton inside fire a heavy cannon to clear the way for me, OK? I need your magic tower at full output."

At that moment, the outer perimeter of the magic tower was already shrouded in crimson radiance. But in that instant, a skeleton draped in a robe, wearing a crown, holding a platinum scepter, its bones like fire jade, appeared at the edge of the demiplane.

"The magic tower's energy pool is already being charged, but Richard, my soul is resisting."

"Resisting?"

The purple-robed youth looked strangely at the legendary lich beside him: "I've heard that most undead are emotionless, or have weak emotions. Do you liches also have compassion?"

"Liches with strong souls can also generate emotions."

The flames in the lich's eyes flickered: "But my resistance stems not from emotion, but from the code of conduct I set for myself in life—an iron law engraved in my soul. My cognition tells me that this 'Annihilation Magic Cannon' will cause at least three thousand casualties in the vicinity."

"But that has nothing to do with us."

The purple-robed youth's voice was cold: "The government will handle the aftermath. What you need to do is completely kill the target I gave you. Have you forgotten that person's instructions? Absolutely obey my commands."

"Richard, please consider carefully. We have more appropriate methods—"

The legendary lich still resisted, but the purple-robed youth had already extended his hand, took out a scroll, and made it ignite without fire, instantly burning to ashes.

"Shut up! Mr. Legendary Lich, this is the contract between you and my teacher."

"You are twisting my will!"

The soul fire in the skeleton's eyes leaped violently, emitting a strong soul pressure. It stared fixedly at Richard for a long time, until the flames in its pupils gradually calmed.

"This is the last time, Richard. Even your teacher, even the contract we signed, cannot make me violate my own will a fourth time."

"Of course I understand!" The purple-robed youth's lips curled slightly: "That's why he had me bring this thing."

And as the two faced each other, the fire magic energy swirling around the magic tower had condensed to near solidity.

Just as the purple-robed youth's lips curled and his eyes reflected the crimson glow with growing anticipation, a thunderous boom suddenly echoed through the spatial barrier of the demiplane.

To the purple-robed youth's utter shock and bewilderment, the legendary shadow dancer Edmund Basque, who had left earlier, returned to the plane covered in blood. He didn't even have the strength to stand; upon re-entering the demiplane, he fell directly to the ground, collapsing into a sitting position.

"Linde, switch to defensive magic! Anything! Quick! Richard, you bastard, you shit, you've screwed me over! This time we might be done for—"

"What happened?"

The purple-robed youth's expression turned grave as he looked at the bloodstains on Edmund Basque. The wounds seemed to be claw marks from some beast. Especially the claw on his chest, which not only exposed white ribs but also revealed a blood hole where the legendary shadow dancer's heart should be.

Besides that, the surrounding skin showed signs of burning, with even scattered black flames still smoldering.

The power contained in those flames made even the purple-robed youth, with his limited magical ability, tremble with fear.

"Who did you run into, Edmund? Someone from Wiltonshire?"

"Damn Wiltonshire! It was a demigod! A demigod from that Unicorn Apartment!"

Edmund Basque, with his remaining strength, pulled a blood-red crystal from the magic pouch at his waist, stuffed it into his mouth, and chewed it to pieces. As his injuries began to heal and his strength and magic source gradually recovered, he immediately took out a magic scroll.

"Damn skeleton, what are you standing there for? Switch to defensive spells, understand? Unless you want to die. My god! Richard, were you forcing him with the contract just now?"

The purple-robed youth hesitated for a moment, then waved his sleeve to lift the contract's binding force. At that instant, another loud 'bang' echoed inside the demiplane. The sound was ten times louder than before, causing blood to ooze from the purple-robed youth's eardrums. The entire demiplane shook violently, as if mountains were moving and the earth was splitting. Wild magic energy nearly spiraled out of control, surging turbulently within this small space less than half a kilometer in diameter. The skeletons, zombies, ghouls, wraiths, and other undead creatures swaying around the magic tower instantly crumbled into dust, leaving only the more powerful death knights and three bone dragons intact.

What made the purple-robed youth's heart pound with fear was that cracks resembling shattered glass appeared in the sky above the demiplane, spreading wildly in all directions, nearly covering the entire space.

The legendary lich Linde Emers had already switched spells in the first moment, converting the original 'Annihilation Magic Cannon' into 'Guardian of the Plane Spirits', causing a layer of blue light to cover the demiplane.

But the next moment, with another violent impact from outside, the planar barrier collapsed and disintegrated.

Then a petite figure broke through, tracing toward Edmund Basque's direction.

"No!"

Edmund Basque had already activated the teleportation scroll, but at that moment, the surrounding space was completely locked—a power even stronger than the 'Dimensional Anchor' spell, pinning the legendary shadow dancer firmly in place. Despite using various spatial artifacts and scrolls, he could not escape, and could only let out a desperate roar.

When the petite figure flashed by, with just a few interweaving shadows of black and cyan light, and a sudden expansion and explosion of a mass of magic source force, the legendary-level strongman exploded entirely, scattering into a mist of blood.

At the same time, a sky-blue 'orb' that flew out from Edmund Basque's body was also shattered into powder by the dragon claw extended by the figure.

After completely cutting off all signs of life and any possibility of rebirth for the legendary shadow dancer, the petite figure turned its golden, murderous, and disdainful vertical pupils toward the purple-robed youth Richard.