Jayce and his companions could only watch helplessly as Darius died in front of them.
“Who exactly are you?” Jayce had considered the possibility of being attacked by other Soulmancers after leaving Texas, but in his view, with five high-level Soulmancers and eighteen intermediate Soulmancer elites in their group, they shouldn’t be in any danger unless the major Soulmancer organizations banded together to attack them.
After all, according to the agreements among these organizations, those with abilities above high-level Soulmancers were not supposed to act recklessly, and why would those powerful beings bother to intercept them?
A little girl with twin ponytails and a delicate complexion walked up to Jayce with her hands behind her back, smiling, “We are messengers of the gods!”
If this statement had come from the little girl before Darius’s death, perhaps someone might have believed it. But the bloody scene just witnessed had already left a deep and ominous impression on Jayce and his group.
“What exactly do you want from us?” Jayce was no naive child. Despite the girl’s seemingly lively and harmless appearance, he knew that she might be even more dangerous than the old man.
The little girl playfully traced her finger across Jayce’s cheek, slowly circling around him, and said, “Don’t be afraid. We’re not the kind who kill indiscriminately. As long as you behave, you’ll be rewarded.”
Before Jayce could respond, a young boy with a golden skull mark on his forehead spoke coldly, “Why bother talking so much? Just search their memories!”
With that, his eyes flickered with a ghostly blue light. He reached out towards Jayce, and Jayce was uncontrollably pulled towards him.
The boy’s eyes emitted a purple glow, enveloping Jayce. Jayce, suspended in the air, looked like a puppet, his expression one of agony.
“What are you doing?” An intermediate Soulmancer elite from the Johnson family couldn’t help but shout.
“Quiet!” The old man beside him snorted coldly. He left an afterimage in his original spot, and the next moment, his cane had pierced the heart of the intermediate Soulmancer elite.
An intermediate Soulmancer elite had no chance to even dodge in his presence and was instantly killed.
A pale golden soul energy core emerged from the fallen elite’s forehead, attempting to escape, but the old man caught it in his hand. He chuckled wickedly and swallowed it.
Even in their soul state, they couldn’t escape!
The other Soulmancers, witnessing this, dared not move, even finding it difficult to breathe.
What kind of group was this?
Weren’t intermediate Soulmancer elites considered among the top combatants in the world?
Yet someone had just been killed instantly with a single move – it was utterly terrifying!
“Vinumbrae the Drunk, I told you, don’t kill indiscriminately!” The young man with a student-like appearance frowned, slightly displeased, “Don’t forget our mission!”
Clearly, their purpose in coming here was not to kill.
The old man, however, dismissed this with a laugh, “What harm is there in killing a few of them?”
The young man didn’t argue with him but instead asked the boy, “Erebus, did you find anything?”
Erebus gently pushed Jayce aside and said indifferently, “This person’s memories are too limited, all about their Soulmaner family in Alamo. However, the ‘Avatar of the Chief God’ we are looking for is indeed in Texas. Let’s head directly into the city and not waste time.”
“They came out this time to seek revenge on a mid-level Soulmancer named Alice…” Erebus recounted everything he learned from Jayce, including their suspicion that Alice possessed mysterious artifacts.
Thus, Jayce and his group had just left their territory and hadn’t gotten far when they were captured and brought back by Erebus and his group.
“Young Jayce, let me kindly advise you, it’s best not to alert your family’s leader…” The young student looked at Jayce lightly, saying, “A ‘Quasi-Deity’ doesn’t really amount to much in our eyes. We just don’t want to make too much of a fuss.”
“Of course, if you don’t believe me, feel free to try.” The student’s eyelids lifted slightly as he spoke, “Killing a few Soulmancers with Quasi-Deity strength is just a bit of effort for us.”
Jayce swallowed hard, not daring to doubt the truth of the student-like figure’s words.
Judging by the strength displayed by this group, they didn’t seem to belong to this world.
Could they be people possessed by demons?
Just as Jayce thought this, the little girl beside him giggled, “I told you, we are messengers of the gods, not weak demons.”
Could this little girl actually read minds?
It’s not unusual for a Soulmancer to have such abilities.
But the key point is who they use it on!
After all, Jayce was a high-level Soulmancer, and the fact that his thoughts were known as soon as they arose was terrifying.
To put it bluntly, if this group wanted to kill them, it would likely be effortless, given that the strongest among them, Jayce,seemed as vulnerable as a lamb in the presence of these beings.
Ultimately, Jayce could only say with a troubled expression, “Rest assured, I won’t alarm the old clan leader, but I also ask you, divine messengers, to show mercy and not harm us further.”
The student smiled with narrowed eyes, “Don’t worry, as long as you obediently follow orders, you’ll be rewarded. Aren’t you seeking revenge? I can even help you, making the Soulmancers of Texas the greatest Soulmancer power in the world!”
That last statement seemed to strike right at Jayce’s heart.
Jayce trembled and said, “If you can make the Johnson family the number one Soulmancer organization in the world, I will serve you as my master!”
The old man nearby immediately objected, “Thanarok, we agreed these people are my spoils of war! What are you doing?”
The student glanced at him and chuckled, “They’re yours. I’m not really interested in these people. But how shall we divide New York City?”
Erebus spoke in a low voice, “Everything in New York belongs to me and my maid. Don’t even think about getting involved!”
No sooner had he finished speaking than the little girl flew at him with a kick to his face, “Stupid servant! How dare you disrespect your mistress!”
Erebus didn’t use any supernatural powers, and the two children started brawling, hitting each other with real punches.
The others were used to it by now,these two often fought upon meeting, yet they were frequently together, seemingly in constant competition.
This little girl, revered as a princess by many souls who had escaped the underworld, possessed the strongest combat ability among them, capable of battling a God-King of the Divine Realm if unleashed.
“Stupid servant! Everything in New York City belongs to me alone! You are forbidden from setting foot there!”
Erebus was eventually pinned down and furiously stomped on.
In close combat, he was no match for this “little witch.”
“You foolish maid, if you go alone, you’ll only end up getting trafficked!” 𝘪𝘳.𝒸𝑜𝑚
As soon as Erebus finished speaking, he was stomped on the head by the “little witch,” his head buried in the ground.
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