I've Become the King of Villains in the Game-Chapter 478 - 337 I Will Beat You to Death, Your Majesty

Chapter 478: Chapter 337 I Will Beat You to Death, Your Majesty

The dark shadows receded like a tide.

The square was restored to its original state, yet now it lay in ruins, akin to a wasteland.

Roxanne’s body lay on the ground, her eyes wide open in death.

She died from her own blind arrogance.

Along with a lust for achievement and greed.

The other Black Knife Assassins, upon seeing their leader dead, all showed expressions of shock. When they turned their gaze back to the gentleman in the black hat at the center of the ruins, their expressions turned to fear.

Chen Lun didn’t waste words with them and simply raised his hand with a wave.

A countless number of cards stirred up a storm, like a massive flood, rushing towards the Black Knife Assassins.

With the addition of the Leader, the Circus members found the battle a whole lot easier. The Mid Sequence Transcendents, who dealt in conspiracies, died one after another amidst the Card Storm and the unpredictable Magic Flying Cards.

It was simply a slaughter.

In no time at all.

Black Knife Brotherhood was annihilated.

Chen Lun, having gone through two intense battles one after the other, felt somewhat fatigued, but the melee involving Bishop Tobin was not yet over and required his support.

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So, he gave the order for Golov and the other two to tally the spoils of war and immediately continued on towards the battleground of the Moon Church and the Red Rose Squad with Floey and others.

But what everyone failed to notice was that just before Roxanne’s body transformed into Mysterious Objects, her left index finger slowly “melted” into a lump of black sludge and quietly evaporated into thin air.

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Concretion City.

As the leading main city among the ten cities of Rock State, its status was equivalent to that of Fossil City in Gem State.

In a secluded site built inside a mountain on the outskirts of the city.

Countless hard and simple gray stones covered the walls, the ground, and the dome. Torches were arranged at intervals of every three meters, hanging throughout the entire interior space.

In the vast hall at the center, the ground was marked with a huge ritual pattern drawn in blood. It consisted of three circles of varying sizes and seven triangles, forming a sigil that resembled a gigantic spider crouching ominously on the dim ground.

Around this ritual pattern, two circles of thick candles were arranged at varying heights, their brightness illuminating and continuously emitting strange fragrances as they burned.

Nine dark brown wooden chairs surrounded the outer edge, each seat occupied by a person whose face was indiscernible.

The silent environment was laden with an air of mystery, with only the faint sounds of the flames crackling.

Suddenly, one of them spoke, the voice was male:

“Roxanne is dead.”

The person slowly raised a hand from beneath the black cloak, revealing a palm holding a finger with a tightly locked gray ring, marked with the number “9.”

“The Red Calamity in Pine Sand City isn’t hard to deal with, neither the Shelter nor the Moon Church would strike at them at such a juncture. What kind of accident could have occurred?”

Another voice sounded, this one female.

The man holding the finger fell silent for a few seconds, as if feeling something.

After a while,

“The ‘attached finger’ holds limited information, but it’s enough to judge that it was done by someone from the Murder Club… It seems that they just happened to fancy the same Red Calamity Area and bumped into each other there.”

“Roxanne had considerable strength within the Brotherhood; could it have been the Knight of the Round Table who made the move?”

The woman continued to ask in a calm tone.

“No, there’s no trace of a Saint. It must have been just a member of the Golden Cup.”

The man mused for a moment.

The scene fell silent until, seconds later, an elderly voice suddenly spoke up:

“We’re at a crucial moment in the struggle for a seat within the Righteous God Church. If our Rothfuss Family is to revive, we must seize this important opportunity… Whether Twin Stars Your Majesty can break free depends on whether we can secure the seat. With the King of Slaughter looming large, we cannot afford to lose.”

The elderly man seemed to hold a high position as everyone in the room turned their gaze towards him.

“Homer, Roxanne was your subordinate. This time, you will go handle this issue personally… The Murder Club is our greatest enemy, we cannot allow them to perform too outstandingly.”

The man with the severed finger slowly stood up and bowed towards the elderly man.

“Yes, Grandfather.”

The elder nodded before continuing:

“Most of the high-ranking members of our family are at the ends of the Dark World, beyond the rifts, heeding the teachings of Twin Stars Your Majesty… Therefore, our incarnations active in this world are precious. Unless necessary, do not destroy them, and if you encounter a Knight of the Round Table, leave immediately.”

The man named Homer agreed once again, bowing respectfully.

The elder then turned to his left, where the only person in the room not wearing a black cloak sat. This man was wrapped in a fairly ordinary felt coat covered in red and white checkered patterns.

Even the high-top hat on his head bore the same red and white checks.

“President Anderson, to avoid any mishaps due to prolonged time, would you please assist in escorting Homer?”

“Of course, no problem.”

Anderson shrugged his shoulders.

He then added:

“Outside, please don’t call me that; the real President of the Twilight Tea Party is Mr. Howard. I’m merely a common vice president… With Mr. Howard missing and the current acting president away on business, I am merely filling in for the work. If possible, I’d rather be at home, quietly enjoying my tea…”

Anderson rambled on for quite a bit, while the others just listened in silence, not saying a word.

He quickly realized the atmosphere was a bit awkward, so he cleared his throat and pulled out a round red juggling ball from his coat pocket.