The Last Commander of the Red Alert

Over on their end, the Ghost Clan of Number Two Spy remained completely unaware of the situation on the other side. They had indeed heard some commotion, but it had quickly subsided, leaving an almost impossible thought in their minds.

Could it be that all five Ninth-Rank Ghost Clan members had failed? Is the human Marshal really that formidable?

In unison, they turned their gazes towards Number Two Spy, who happened to be in charge of this mission. They had to follow his lead.

"One-Horn, what do we do now?" Even an Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan member would panic in such a situation. The Ninth-Rank Ghost Clan members had made some noise and then vanished. They couldn't help but suspect that this might be a trap set by humans!

Their suspicions didn't fall on Number Two Spy; they simply thought that humans were incredibly cunning, even considering such schemes in this situation.

In reality, after hearing the details from the Commander, Number Two Spy was also at a loss for words.

Those five Ninth-Rank Ghost Clan members had truly been unlucky. They hadn't even made a move before getting devoured by the White Rabbit.

This made Su Chen think back to the incident where the White Rabbit had consumed a statue last time. He couldn't help but wonder if the White Rabbit had a particular interest in the aura of Ghost Clan members who had reached a certain level of strength. Perhaps Ghost Clan members were one of the White Rabbit's prey as well.

This made Su Chen glance at the Rabbit in his hands. Were these two really the same species?

"Don't panic; we haven't failed yet! We don't know the situation on the human Marshal's side right now. Maybe it's just a scheme by those five adults. As long as we do our own tasks well, can you believe that a human Marshal can easily kill five Ninth-Rank adults?" Number Two Spy's voice was resounding and immediately snapped the Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan members out of their anxiety.

Indeed, these were Ninth-Rank Ghost Kings, and even if the human Marshal was very powerful, he couldn't instantly kill them.

The Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan members instantly relaxed and prepared to follow Number Two Spy's plan to assassinate Prince Hewlett.

They silently left the area and stealthily approached an elegant building—Prince Hewlett's residence.

"Ghost Master Yue Chi, we're counting on you," Number Two Spy looked at one of the Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan members in the group.

He was indeed a Ghost Master, and the team had five Ghost Masters in total. Their buffs could enhance the strength of Ghost Kings, and Number Two Spy had no objections.

Ghost Master Yue Chi gently waved his hand, releasing a nearly invisible dark gray gas that wafted into the noses of the guards. Immediately, they shuddered and collapsed to the ground.

It was quite simple; they had infiltrated the building.

Unlike the Marshal, who could be sensed through their aura, Prince Hewlett's strength wasn't formidable, which made their search difficult.

After some time, they finally confirmed that Prince Hewlett was in the last room.

Number Two Spy gently pushed the door open and saw a large bed with someone sleeping on it—their target, Prince Hewlett!

A smile appeared on the faces of all the Ghost Clan members. Killing Prince Hewlett would mean they had completed half of their mission.

"Is this the Ghost Clan's method? You really disappoint me," a mocking voice suddenly sounded.

Prince Hewlett had actually sat up in bed, wearing a sardonic expression on his face. Most importantly, he was fully dressed, which meant he had known about their arrival for quite some time!

"Oh no, we've been tricked!" Number Two Spy's face turned pale.

The Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan members were immediately thrown into panic. This was a crucial human city, and there were plenty of Eighth-Rank powerhouses within it. Ninth-Rank experts numbered more than ten. If they were exposed, the consequences would be dire.

Under the influence of Number Two Spy, they felt as though they were surrounded by human experts lying in ambush, even though they had no concrete sensations.

Little did they know that it was all a performance put on by Number Two Spy. As they say, heads may roll and blood may flow, but the act must not be lost!

As a Spy, he had to be ready to perform at any moment. At this point, Number Two Spy looked more like a Ghost Clan member than anyone else.

"What should we do now? Should we break through?" suggested one of the Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan members.

"No! Have you forgotten the oath we made before the Ghost Master? We are the elite of the Ghost Clan, under the protection of the divine. If we fail this mission, how can we face ourselves?" Number Two Spy spoke with conviction, his eyes filled with disdain.

The Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan member who had made the suggestion seemed ashamed, lowering his head in silence. Hearing Number Two Spy's words, the other Ghost Clan members suddenly felt empowered, as if the divine were watching over them, and they were determined to complete the mission.

If it weren't for the fact that Prince Hewlett was being controlled by the Yuri Clones, he would probably have burst out laughing. Number Two Spy's performance was exaggerated, but in this situation, the more extravagant it was, the more the Ghost Clan bought into it.

"Before rushing to your deaths, let me ask you this: what if I could let you live?" Prince Hewlett's words instantly halted the surging momentum of the Ghost Clan.

The Ghost Clan hadn't expected Prince Hewlett to say such a thing. Ghost Clan and humans had always been mortal enemies. How could humans possibly spare them?

Number Two Spy shouted, "Don't believe his words! He's trying to deceive us. Remember, we are the Ghost Clan!"

In that moment, Number Two Spy's acting skills were showcased to their fullest, to the point that not even Number One Spy could find a flaw.

The term "Ghost Clan" made them realize that they were mortal enemies of humans. How could humans spare them?

Their expressions gradually turned fierce, and their overwhelming aura pressed down on Prince Hewlett. With just a single move, they could easily crush the weak Prince Hewlett.

Prince Hewlett's expression remained unchanged as he casually said, "I will become the future king, and my words represent the will of all humanity. If you die, do you think other Ghost Clans will treat your tribe kindly?"

Prince Hewlett's words struck at their weakest point. The greatest fear of every Ghost King was not for themselves but for their tribe members.

Without the protection of a Ghost King, the best outcome for a tribe was to be absorbed by another tribe. In worse cases, they might be wiped out entirely by another tribe.

In any scenario, it was not a good outcome for them.

Seeing the Ghost Clan hesitate once more, Number Two Spy shouted again, "The divine will protect all its children. Those Ghost Clan members who do not believe in the divine are no longer part of the Ghost Clan. Do not be swayed by his temptations. Only by killing him can we safely return. The Ghost Master awaits our success!"

Number Two Spy knew that this alone was not enough; he needed a turning point.

Just then, one of the Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan members' eyes suddenly glazed over, and he reached out a hand towards another Eighth-Rank Ghost Clan member in front of him, grabbing his head and squeezing it until it burst. (To be continued...)

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