Serial Player
Chapter 1149 - 798: Are You F*cking Calling Yourself Voldemort?

Chapter 1149: Chapter 798: Are You F*cking Calling Yourself Voldemort?

The First Apostle recognized this guy.

Voldemort, one of the most infamous players among humans...

His means are so vile that even the Different Race harboring hatred toward humans feels disgusted.

Despite being human, he has absolutely no so-called bottom line. Whether they’re human players or Different Race players, they would inexplicably become his targets.

The First and Fourth Apostles were both warriors of the Sea Clan, who had become the best among their kind after layers of trials.

Inside the Sea Clan, things were not all smooth sailing either, with the rivalry and subterfuge between tribes having become a custom. However, it was an unwritten rule among the tribes never to lay hands on players of the Sea Clan.

Especially since the reign of the Sea King. The struggles within the Sea Clan would not affect the players.

Because, the players of the Sea Clan would be the hope for the rise of their race. The Sea King, who was a player himself, had already proven everything with his strength.

And when dealing with other races, no matter how big the enmity within the Sea Clan, the tribes would temporarily set aside their differences and cooperate to fight the enemy.

This was the Sea Clan’s awakening in the face of major right and wrong.

If that Li Ba were a member of the Sea Clan, surely the Sea King would take good care of him, even nurturing him as a key figure.

So, upon hearing Voldemort say without any reservations that killing Li Ba would bring him how much reward...

The First Apostle was truly a bit amused.

Lord Hai Jun was right, this it what humans are like, so arrogant and shortsighted!

Even among the many races of the worlds, such internal strife is rare.

To think that a human player would want to kill Li Ba. Kill a strong member of their own race?

From the worldview of the Sea Clan, this was somewhat incomprehensible, but considering this was a human, this was Voldemort, it seemed to make sense again.

"As for the reward, that I can decide... Ordinary equipment and skills like those, you probably wouldn’t care for. How about a shard of the Sea King’s Divinity?" The First Apostle struggled to sit up, looking into Voldemort’s eyes as he spoke, "Besides that, the Sea Clan will also become your loyal ally. You may have access to all the resources you need, as long as it’s not too excessive, we can provide for you."

"Okay then, that’ll do," Voldemort said with a smile, seemingly indifferent to the reward.

"You’re not going to haggle?" The giant rat silently moved to a few meters behind Voldemort, looking at his back with a sinister tone, "That’s just a slight improvement over Yang Dong’s price, the Crownless King’s price is likely to be higher."

It had come up behind Voldemort as if to warn him.

After all, Voldemort was also human. The Different Race players here would have no trust in him.

"Asking for a reward is just my personal habit. The amount doesn’t matter, I just enjoy this process," Voldemort said, stretching out an arm and taking out a whisker sharp as a Stabbing Sword, tossing it casually to the ground.

Only then did the players notice that a whisker had vanished from the rat’s face.

The giant rat was silent for a few seconds before retreating several steps.

It was its own whisker, yet Voldemort had taken it effortlessly.

This made it extremely uneasy, daring not to act rashly anymore. If he could silently take its whisker, couldn’t he also silently kill it?

And the First Apostle’s expression changed slightly; Voldemort’s strength was more dangerous than he had imagined.

At least he had not noticed Voldemort’s action. Was this what a top assassin was like? Indeed dangerous!

"So, are you looking to cooperate with us?" the giant rat asked, "Just you alone? Or, have you already got other collaborators?"

The Different Race players smirked upon hearing this.

They were eager to know which organization wanted to take down Li Ba.

In fact, since the disaster fog.

Li Ba’s reputation had soared, and even though he wasn’t as dazzling as the King of Blood Riders, many human players admired him and hailed him as a hero.

If such a figure were to die at the hands of a human organization, and in the company of Different Race players attacking Li Ba...

That kind of news, once it got out, would make for quite the drama within the human ranks.

"Heh heh heh, hunting is actually a very private affair, I don’t want to share the joy of success with others. Just act freely, don’t mind me, forget my existence. I’ll deal the fatal blow when the time is right!" Voldemort’s voice was steady, yet carried a certain coldness, "In any case, I’ll ask you for the reward after it’s done."

"Easy to say, but can you break through Li Ba’s tactics?" Seeing that the other party wasn’t biting, the First Apostle pressed, "I know you’ve severed the arm of a Holder before and walked away, but this Li Ba is clearly more troublesome than those with Divinity."

Voldemort had committed many evil deeds without receiving retaliation; there had been a Holder from the Black Palace who had hunted him down.

But in the confrontation, his arm was torn off. This also made Voldemort wanted by various countries.

"Of course not. But why face him at his peak state?" Voldemort grinned, revealing his ghastly white teeth, "After all, he’s not a demigod and can’t maintain his peak combat strength at all times. When he’s eating, when he’s resting, when he’s making love to a woman, there will always be moments when he lets his guard down. That will be the time of his death. Of course, during the task, it might be difficult to find such an opportunity."

Voldemort paused, then smiled wanly, "And besides... you’re not the only ones who want to kill him."

Afterward, Voldemort slowly walked out of the camp, completely vanishing into the shadows.

"Just let him go like that?" the fourth apostle asked in a low voice from within the camp, "Is he just planning to use us as a feint?"

"True, but we’re in great need of him right now," replied the first apostle, breathing with difficulty, "Let’s use each other then."

"He’s dangerous..."

"Indeed, he’s one of the most notoriously notorious human players..." the tree responded.

"One of them? Is there someone more cunning than him?" the bat inquired.

"Heh..." the giant rat replied, "Then you must have not seen... that fifth Devil King..."

"Who is that?" asked the bat.

....

Voldemort’s inner turmoil was far more intense than his expression let on, or rather, more excited.

He was a player secretly recruited by the Black Palace, and he was well aware that the Black Palace intended to use him for some unspeakable dirty tasks.

But he didn’t mind; having a powerful backing made him hunt even more efficiently.

Moreover, he seemed to have also discovered the secret of that division director.

After entering the task, he received the director’s order and quickly abandoned collecting the King’s Medal, making his way swiftly to Godfall Canyon.

With his abilities, he could completely avoid detection by any natives, passing through the fortresses and checkpoints that lined his path. He was the best scout. And the best assassin.

Meanwhile, Voldemort also began to speculate about whom the Black Palace wanted him to kill and how they knew that the player would be at Godfall Canyon?

Soon, he knew the target. It was the only player in Godfall Canyon worth the Black Palace’s grand display of effort.

In that moment, even he began to tremble with excitement.

He was all too aware of what the Black Palace would face if the matter were exposed.

Colluding with the Evil God and Different Race to kill a human hero.

And he... would become the executioner of the hero.

"This is too wonderful, even more wonderful," Voldemort said, his hands trembling with excitement, eager to see what would happen.

What expression would that hero, who saved so many humans, show at the hands of another human? Pain? Reluctance? Rage? Or despair? Hehehe~~~

However, Voldemort, who was in Stealth, suddenly stopped in his tracks.

He discovered... he had been targeted by someone.

How could this be? He was one of the top assassins among the players; it was impossible for anyone to detect him.

Even those with extremely high energy levels and attributes should have been detected and avoided by him beforehand.

Could someone have surpassed him in Aura Concealment?

At the same time, a brazen and anomalous voice echoed through the jungle.

"You made me look hard for you, you damn beast!"

Voldemort slowly lifted his head and saw the speaker.

It was an Asian youth with a buzz cut, wearing a black cloak, squatting on a tree branch, smoking a cigarette while scratching his buttock. The cigarette end flickered in the dark night, with no intention of hiding.

Then, the youth stood up and jumped down, with the cigarette dangling from his mouth and his hands in his back pockets, he sauntered towards Voldemort with a sway.

"So... you’re the motherfucker called Voldemort, huh?"