Chapter 650 - Skeleton Army (1/2)

God Executioner Sword’s Brocchi Stronghold, located on the border of Hilderlocke, was run-down and dilapidated. All around was endless barrens. Normally, players rarely ever visited this secluded and remote place.

Only a few scattered players could be seen walking on the streets of the stronghold.

Several hours ago, God Executioner Sword had placed the Brocchi Stronghold on lockdown, barring all outside players from entering. Only a select few were allowed entrance. Even then, they would have to undergo strict screening.

In the conference hall of the guild headquarters at the heart of the stronghold, several hundred players sat in absolute silence. They nervously stared at the front of the room, where Qin Han and the cloaked figure stood.

This was a group of die hard members of God Executioner Sword, who received salaries from the guild. So, when Matchless Divine Sword summoned them, they had hurried over. Whatever he wanted them to do, they would do without question; even if they had to walk through fire.

Qin Han let his gaze wander around the room. His eyes lacked any trace of emotion.

Matchless Divine Sword turned to Qin Han. “Here are 500 of my most trusted people.”

Matchless Divine Sword didn’t know why but he felt a sense of danger whenever he looked at Qin Han. The coldness in his eyes was truly terrifying. After interacting with him for these past couple of months, Matchless Divine Sword gradually understood his character. Even though he acted refined and amiable on the surface, when he wanted something, he wouldn’t hesitate to become a bloodthirsty fiend.

It was rumoured that back in South America the Monet Financial Group had resorted to all sorts of despicable means to get rid of their rivals. Qin Han’s hands were definitely stained with human blood.

This was precisely why Matchless Divine Sword didn’t dare to defy Qin Han. If he were to annoy Qin Han… he could already see the scenes of horror flash before his eyes, a cold chill running down his spine.

“Alright, begin!” Qin Han said in an insipid tone.

A sinister, ghastly cackle sounded from the cloaked figure next to Qin Han. The players in the room felt their hair stand on end as an uneasy feeling washed over them.

Necromancer Vorderman still wore Qin Han’s cloak, so no one could make out his appearance. All they could see was his bony, skeletal hand covered in patches of rotten flesh extending out. A black bone staff with a small skull at the tip in his grap, his entire body ignited with a crimson flame.

Vorderman waved his staff. Three-meter long bone spurs erupted from the ground beneath the players’ feet. PSSFFHT! Cries of agony rang out as blood sprayed everywhere. They were skewered, their bodies left dangling in mid-air. The hall resembled a mosaic from the very depths of hell.

Matchless Divine Sword’s face paled as he felt his blood freeze over. Turning to look at his boss, he discovered Qin Han’s expression hadn’t change at all, almost as if all this were proceeding as planned.

What a scary guy! Matchless Divine Sword quickly withdrew his gaze.

As the bodies of the 500 players hung lifelessly in the air, dark red blood started flowing down from the bone spurs.