Volume 2, Chapter 84 – Coburn, Great Criminal, Execute Without Mercy

I? I’m actually still alive? I didn’t die, I’m alive?!!

“Huff, huff! Really, alive, hahahaha! I’m actually still alive?!”

At this moment, in House Anloxi’s underground testing facility, as the sounds of explosions continued to reach his ears, a certain elderly man who had been unconscious suddenly opened his eyes.

This elderly man was, of course, the head of House Anloxi, Coburn Anloxi.

Although he didn’t know why he was still alive, with Gaia Lobir nowhere to be found, the newly awakened Coburn had no time to ponder this question.

After looking around to confirm there were no threats nearby, Coburn staggered, in a pathetic state, toward the exit of the testing facility.

He needed to tell everyone that Gaia Lobir was still alive, He needed to seek help!

Though he didn’t understand why the Terran Malevolence hadn’t killed him outright, who knew if that monster might suddenly change her mind and return to finish him off.

To protect his precious life, Coburn needed to leave this place and find protection from someone powerful.

Soon, Coburn, with intact legs and no injuries, rushed through the long tunnel and out of the dark, gloomy underground chamber. The moment he saw daylight again, an indescribable joy appeared on Coburn’s face.

At this moment, more than thirty rescue helicopters were circling above the estate like a swarm of steel bees, and dozens of heavy mechs had already arrived at the burning estate. With the arrival of transport ships and the activation of teleportation arrays, more and more troops descended upon this place.

After the troops arrived at the estate, they immediately engaged in battle with numerous Corrupted Beasts.

In an instant, violent energy conflicts erupted continuously.

Although he wasn’t clear why there were suddenly so many Corrupted Beasts in his estate, when Coburn saw the insignia of the Westivian Covenant forces, he couldn’t help but reveal an expression of wild joy.

“Hahaha!! Finally here! Reinforcements are finally here!”

The next moment, ignoring his body’s fatigue, Coburn staggered toward a teleportation array.

“I’m here!! Come help me!!”

Coburn shouted.

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However, before Coburn could call out twice, intense pain suddenly erupted in his throat, extinguishing all his sounds.

??! What?!

Before Coburn could react, a hooded man tore through the air without warning and appeared before him. His knuckles precisely pressed into the hollow of Coburn’s throat, like iron tongs lifting his entire body against the stone wall behind him.

“Crack!”

The dull sound of his back shattering the relief mixed with the sound of bones dislocating. Coburn’s vision was stained crimson with intense pain, and blood foam from his squeezed throat splattered onto the other’s black leather gloves. Due to the severe pain, Coburn’s twitching fingertips unconsciously scraped five bloody marks on the moss-covered stone wall.

After coughing up several mouthfuls of black blood, Coburn’s eyes were filled with terror, deeply afraid it was a subordinate sent by Gaia Lobir to eliminate loose ends.

However, after seeing the face beneath the hood of the man before him, Coburn’s expression visibly transformed from fear to anger at a visible speed.

“Lord Westantine! What are you doing!? Look clearly, I am the head of House Anloxi, Coburn, not some enemy!”

Indeed, the one gripping Coburn’s neck was not some Vassal Tier monster, but one of the five Celestial Augur Knights of the Westivian Covenant.

The Third Seat Celestial Augur, Westantine-Kakarot.

Upon realizing it was Westantine gripping his neck, Coburn burned with rage.

When facing other Celestial Augur Knights, Coburn wouldn’t dare to flare up at them. But when facing Westantine, Coburn had no fear.

After all, the other was the weakest among the Celestial Augur Knights.

Weak, timid, without background, a commoner who became a Celestial Augur Knight purely by luck, previously in the attack on the Veiled Domain… he was also utterly useless.

And who was he? He was the head of House Anloxi, backed by Paradise Manor!

Already filled with anger from Gaia Lobir’s attack, Coburn now completely vented his dissatisfaction:

“Lord Westantine, please release me!”

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However, after Coburn spoke, this hooded man with short black hair did not obediently release his hand as in the past. Instead, he further tightened his grip on Coburn’s neck.

Under his hood, those golden eyes no longer had the timidity that Coburn was familiar with, but had become extraordinarily firm and cold.

Meeting these eyes, Coburn trembled involuntarily.

And Westantine’s next words made Coburn feel a chill down his spine.

“Coburn Anloxi, contractor of the Terran Malevolence, colluding with the Malevolence’s vassals, attempting to sacrifice your household servants to gain an opportunity to advance to the Divine Departure Realm. You are truly audacious.”

“What?!”

Hearing this accusation, Coburn was stunned, and a trace of panic flowed from his angry eyes.

Contractor of the Terran Malevolence?! Me?!

“Nonsense! Everything here was done by the Terran Malevolence, what does it have to do with me? Most importantly, I am not a contractor of the Terran Malevolence!”

Coburn anxiously explained.

A contractor naturally referred to those who had sold their souls to Gaia Lobir through the Salvation Game.

In recent years, to eliminate internal traitors, the Covenant had carried out a massive purge—those found to be contractors of the Malevolence, without exception… all met with bad ends.

Therefore, after being called a contractor of the Malevolence by Westantine, Coburn felt panicked.

“Westantine! What evidence do you have to say I’m a contractor of the Malevolence? One must have evidence when speaking, otherwise I’ll sue you for defamation!”

“Evidence?”

The hooded man calmly repeated, and cast his sharp gaze thoughtfully toward Coburn’s right arm.

“The contract tattoo on your arm, isn’t that evidence?”

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“Tattoo? Nonsense, I don’t have any!”

While coughing blood, Coburn struggled to tear open the sleeve of his right arm, revealing an arm full of scars, but without any so-called Malevolence tattoo.

“Look! Where’s the tattoo? Have you perhaps been deceived?”

Waving his arm in front of Westantine, Coburn roared angrily.

To this, Westantine didn’t say much, only calmly stating:

“Let me take a closer look.”

“Hurry and look!”

Coburn unhesitatingly extended his arm to Westantine.

Obviously, he wanted to deal with this stupid Celestial Augur Knight quickly, then go report to Lord Moande.

“Have you seen clearly? If you’ve seen clearly, please release me quickly, I still have…”

However, before Coburn could finish speaking, Westantine’s next sentence made his words abruptly stop:

“Isn’t this the contract tattoo of the Terran Malevolence?”

?? What?

At these words, Coburn was dumbfounded and hastily withdrew his arm, casting his gaze upon it.

“This, this, this, this is?? Impossible… no, no, no, wrong? What is this?”

Coburn spoke incoherently.

The eyes of the House Anloxi patriarch were as wide as bells at this moment. Because he had terrifyingly discovered a fact: on his arm… a blue bellflower pattern had somehow appeared.

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And this pattern was precisely the symbol of the Malevolence’s contractors.

Not only that, this pattern wasn’t just similar in appearance; the area around the pattern even emitted strong curse energy…

As if it were a genuine contract pattern.

“How, how could this be?”

Coburn could hardly believe his eyes.

Clearly when he looked earlier, there was nothing… hmm?! Right, there was nothing earlier! It suddenly appeared after this guy examined it!

In an instant, fierce killing intent burst from Coburn’s eyes, and this head of House Anloxi directly glared at Westantine with eyes that seemed to want to dismember him:

“Westantine!! You bastard, what are you trying to do…”

However, before Coburn could finish speaking, a floating gun beside the hooded man instantly released a pale golden laser.

“BOOM!!”

With a tremendous sound, Coburn lost all movement, blood continuously flowing from the neck where his head used to be.

Afterward, Westantine disgustedly threw Coburn’s corpse aside.

While taking out a handkerchief to wipe the blood on his hands, he calmly turned to look at the subordinate officer behind him.

“Coburn Anloxi, verified as a contractor of the Malevolence. After his crimes were exposed, he attempted to flee but has now been executed.”

After hearing Westantine’s words, the female subord

inate officer wearing sunglasses respectfully nodded.

“Understood, Lord Westantine.”