Chapter 136 : Both Sides Gather at Lemon Port, a Great Battle on the Brink!
Chapter 136: Both Sides Gather at Lemon Port, a Great Battle on the Brink!
Melunus trembled slightly at the words.
In his heart, he had already cursed Lasalle’s ancestors for eighteen generations!
When he was sucking my blood, why didn’t he talk about the mission?
Now that he had eaten and drunk his fill, he suddenly remembered the task!?
Yet not a trace of it showed on his face.
He could only squeeze out a fawning smile uglier than crying. “Y-Yes, Lord Lasalle, everything will be done according to your command.”
On the way to Lemon Port.
The group of “people” moved with unusual restraint.
Lasalle’s figure wavered, as if blending into the shadows.
The chill around Shilf was fully restrained; wherever she stepped, only a thin layer of frost remained before quickly dissipating.
Although Vorgak was dissatisfied, he suppressed the clattering sound of his bones.
The most aggrieved was the Rotting Lord.
Its massive true body had been forcibly compressed, transformed into a mini flesh-mountain barely three meters in diameter, wriggling along behind them.
Compared to its previous hundred-meter-tall terrifying bulk.
It now looked like a ridiculous lump of meat, and even the stench it emitted had faded considerably.
Rage churned in its heart, yet it did not dare to erupt.
It could only pin all its anger on that damned angel.
When they silently arrived at the outskirts of Lemon Port.
The scene before them
made Vorgak let out a suppressed sneer first.
“Melunus, look at your doorstep!”
“These human insects are practically turning your nest into a marketplace! And you’re just watching?”
Vorgak’s mockery was undisguised.
“If it were my territory being disturbed like this, I’d have long turned them all into shattered bones to pave the ground!”
Melunus cast a cold glance over the Hilly Area outside the port.
There,
thousands of human mercenaries and adventurers were moving about, their noise faintly carrying over.
How could he not want to act?
If not for Lasalle, that bringer of misfortune, suddenly descending and consuming all his attention,
he might have already dispatched the Heart-Eroding Leech to wipe out these insects and enjoy an extra meal.
But now Melunus could only say in a low voice, “Vorgak, with Lord Lasalle present, everything will be decided by him.”
He kicked the ball to Lasalle, lowering his posture to the extreme.
Lasalle ignored the friction between them.
His gaze pierced through the foul mist and fell upon Lemon Port, completely covered in gelatinous matter.
The port was deathly silent. Only a few Black Insects writhed across the surface of the mucus. The traces of the former human city had almost vanished without a trace.
‘Such dense rotting aura… it almost masks everything.’
‘Melunus, you fool. Under such conditions, trying to sense that so-called angel’s lingering aura is like reaching the heavens!’
Lasalle thought with dissatisfaction, then shifted his gaze to the clamoring human mercenaries.
Fortunately, there were these living sources of information.
Otherwise, he would certainly have shown Melunus some color.
Lasalle then coldly ordered, “Melunus, stir the insects in your nest.”
“Clear out these humans. Leave some alive. I need to know why they have gathered here, and… information about that angel!”
Melunus’ heart stirred. At last, he could vent a little!
He quickly replied, “As you command, Lord Lasalle! I will make these insects taste the might of my Heart-Eroding Leech!”
…
At the same time.
The mercenary camp outside Lemon Port was bustling, even slightly chaotic.
“Why do they get two? We have plenty of men in Sharp Blade too!”
A burly man shouted in dissatisfaction.
Not far away stood the beaming Giant Hammer Mercenary Corps.
What he referred to was the batch previously delivered by Ulf—【Holy Light Grenade 1.0】.
These grenades had a crude appearance, like lumps of black iron, engraved with simple cross patterns.
Yet they faintly emitted a warm aura that reassured the heart.
Clearly, they were no ordinary alchemical products. They would fetch quite a price if sold.
Those who received fewer were naturally unhappy.
Ulf wiped the sweat from his brow, looking helpless. “Brothers! Please calm down!”
“This first batch is limited in quantity. It was produced with great effort by Holy Light Town.”
“We can only distribute them roughly according to the size of each mercenary group. Every large group is guaranteed at least one!”
“As for the solo brothers and adventurer friends, I truly apologize. Next time! Next batch will definitely prioritize you!”
Avril stood beside Ulf, her purple robe fluttering gently in the breeze.
She watched the scrambling mercenaries ahead, her brows slightly knit.
Ulf had brought just over two hundred grenades.
Facing more than two thousand mercenaries and adventurers gathered here from Oak Town, Lionheart City, and White Rock Fort,
it was simply a drop in the bucket.
Many lone wanderers stared eagerly, their eyes filled with envy and dissatisfaction.
“Heh, having one is better than none!”
A commander who had just received a grenade quickly tucked the treasure into his chest.
Then he shouted to his subordinates, “Stay sharp!”
“I’ve heard this thing works wonders against insects, but at a critical moment it can save your life. I’m not wasting it lightly!”
Another lone assassin who received nothing immediately said coldly, “Hmph, how interesting~”
“You take the grenades and don’t use them. When the Insect Tide comes, should we who have none stand at the front? That’ll save you even more!”
Sarcastic remarks rang out frequently.
The atmosphere stiffened for a moment.
Trust and cooperation appeared exceptionally fragile before unequal distribution of benefits.
Avril took a deep breath, her cool voice cutting through the noise. “Everyone!”
“The Holy Light Grenade 1.0 is only support!”
“Our true reliance is our unity!”
“Moreover, Holy Light Town has already sent people to rush the second batch. It should arrive soon!”
“For now, please have each group leader maintain order. We—”
Before she could finish.
An extremely deep hum suddenly erupted from the direction of the deathly silent Lemon Port!
It was unlike any previous omen of the insect swarm.
Lower. More vast.
Carrying a resonance that made hearts tremble.
As if the very foundation of the port were shaking!
“E-Earthquake?” someone cried out.
In the next instant.
Every face turned deathly pale!