Don't confiscate my identity as a human race

Chapter 886 - 702

Everyone abruptly turned around.

They had never dreamed that they, supreme assassins, would be approached without notice.

What was even more heart-pounding was that although the voice of the speaker was mild, it made everyone feel a thorough chill, as if ice water had been poured into their marrow.

A youth clad in a white robe embroidered with complex and beautiful patterns now stood beside them.

He had pale golden short hair and a clear-complexioned face.

But what was truly terrifying was his silver eyes, which seemed to see right through one’s heart.

This person exuded an extraordinary aura that was completely at odds with the gloomy atmosphere of the Silwa Forest.

"You are...?!"

Reno’s face drastically changed, but he dared not rashly attack.

Because the other party had voluntarily come so close, yet he felt no possibility of being able to assassinate.

"The Eleventh Military God of the Cerryti Empire, Simon Luo of the Emerald Seat."

The pale golden-haired man in the white robe replied.

"Look how beautiful the moon is tonight; it’s not suitable for violence."

Simon Luo said with a smile, his voice as gentle as a sigh,

"What do you think?"

...

No one dared to answer.

The air was frozen, only the hurried breathing of the Shadow Blade Squad members could be heard.

They were all waiting for Reno to give an order.

"Then if we want to leave, would you let us go?"

Reno said in a deep voice.

"Of course not."

Simon Luo replied as a matter of course,

"I certainly can’t let you harm the Cerryti Empire; capturing you is inevitable."

"Fight!"

The moment Reno heard the words, he shouted sharply.

"What’s the point."

Simon Luo murmured with pity.

With a slight smile at the corner of his mouth, his fingertips pointed towards Reno.

Just as Reno was fully focused, ready to dodge the Wind Blade and feign an attack while actually looking for an opportunity to retreat.

He felt himself enveloped by a gentle glow, and all his wounds were miraculously healed.

And Simon Luo kept smiling at him.

Just like he was telling him — what can you do even if I heal you completely several more times?

...

In that moment, Reno felt a true sense of powerlessness.

The birds of Silwa Forest were startled into several flurries and eventually, the noise also quieted down.

...

Several hours later in the Poseen Kingdom.

As a hub connecting the eastern regions, between the Arolan Kingdom on the left and the Hutton Kingdom on the right, the higher-ups were now in complete chaos.

In the heart of Floral City Pariel, the Bossen Capital, stood the majestic King’s National Defense Building.

The building was constructed from grey-white marble, with six ancient Parriet-style columns supporting the triangular pediment, symbolizing the ancient power and glory of the Poseen Kingdom.

Walking into the building, the first thing one saw was a spacious hall with a statue of the Kingdom’s coat of arms, and at the depth of the hall, a spiral staircase led to the core area of the National Defense Department.

On the third floor of the King’s National Defense Building was the deployment center.

Individuals in military uniforms and the civilian clothes of the high-ranking officials of the Poseen Kingdom constantly bustled back and forth.

They were communicating with Communication Magic while gathering around a smart touchscreen table, discussing with grave expressions.

The touchscreen surface displayed real-time military deployment maps of the Poseen Kingdom’s border defenses, with colorful dots representing different military types and troop quantities.

"Now it’s not just us, but even the defenses of the Arolan Kingdom and Hutton Kingdom are suffering heavy losses, with little hope for reinforcements."

The intelligence officer circled several flashing red dots on the screen with a mechanical magic pen, his tone conveying seriousness.

"Our deployed forces in the southwest have already lost nearly a third, and the surviving troops are retreating south. At this rate, even if we can reinforce the defenses of Southern Aquidan, we might as well be prepared to give up the southwest border."

He looked at the constantly changing data on the screen, his expression grim.

During the ongoing noise.

Footsteps echoed as a figure ascended the stairs to the third floor, causing many to approach.