Endless Debt Chapter 1037 - 98: The Final Moment (Part 4)

"Don’t worry, we’re responsible for transporting goods, not participating in the battle."

Hart noticed Bologue and waved at him, explaining, then he placed the iron chest beside Lebius and whispered, "Good thing we made it in time."

Lebius stroked the iron chest, his anxious heart finally eased, then he turned to the fourth seat and Bologue, "We can start the operation now."

The raid team’s primary members were from the King’s Secret Sword, and the Order Bureau only sent Bologue and Palmer. The two had previously raided the Fog Abyss Fortress, acting as guides and commanders. Although they could be backstabbed at any moment, fortunately, one was an Undead, and the other had good luck.

The King’s Secret Sword would be the main force to annihilate the King’s Shield Guard, as part of the price for trading Xilin’s body.

To prevent any unusual actions by the King’s Secret Sword, the Order Bureau’s main force sealed the Great Rift, monitoring the movements of the other King’s Secret Sword members.

Bologue received the order and walked forward directly, Palmer closely followed behind him, then several members of the King’s Secret Sword. Lebius watched them leave, then saw the fourth seat following them, joining the team.

"Surprised?" Red Dog’s voice came, "You thought I would join the raid while the fourth seat stayed behind?"

Lebius nodded calmly, not intending to hide his thoughts.

"What is this?"

Red Dog placed his hand on Lebius’s shoulder, the two were very close, so close that Lebius could sense Red Dog’s breath, so close that Lebius could hit his heart with one punch if he wanted.

Lebius restrained himself.

"You’ll find out soon enough."

Lebius said as he opened the iron chest, the suppressed gas escaped along the seams, stirring up dust.

Inside the box was an armor, a brand-new, shiny armor.

This was an armor from an old era, every inch of its smooth surface was polished to perfection, even the heavy metal plates were engraved with exquisite patterns like a work of art.

The edges of the armor were adorned with golden decorations, drawing faint arcs and curves in front of the metal plates, making the whole armor look as if it was forged from gold and iron, outlining the figure while neatly filling the gaps of the armor, making it look more perfect.

This armor wasn’t cumbersome and unwieldy, it was lightweight and free, providing protection while allowing the wearer to move effortlessly on the battlefield, unrestricted.

The Sublimation Furnace Core’s signature elegant golden embellishments injected a hint of allure and style into the cold metal, turning this usually brutal and tense war into an art of slaughter.

A glimmer appeared in Lebius’s eyes, under the command of Secret Energy, the armor stood like a Ghost Knight, while footsteps emerged from the mist.

One by one, Blade-Biting Wolves emerged from the mist, circling Red Dog as if hunting him.

"Oh? Are you going to break the agreement and start a battle?"

Red Dog placed his hand on the sword hilt, his tone filled with delight, as if this was exactly what he wanted.

Lebius looked at him coldly, the oppressive atmosphere reached an unimaginable peak after Bologue and the others left.

Away from the Sea of Mist, in the gigantic creation towering amidst the city, Nesanel met with that twisted, abhorrent creature for a final round of talks.

"I still want to ask once more, are you sure?"

Nesanel spoke.

"Are you sure you want to hand Xilin’s body over to them?"