"Are you sure?"
The guild leader asked.
Bone Emperor sneered." At this point, is there a need for me to joke around?”
"Alright, I believe you!"
Although they were both peak Type 4 experts, the old president still trusted Bone Emperor.
"Everyone, since Emperor Bone has said so, then let's concentrate our strength and eradicate these stubborn native fourth step beings!”
The Mercenary Guild President's face was filled with killing intent, completely different from his usual approachable self.
"This final battle that has been delayed for decades shall end today!”
The group of Tier 4 Ossaids looked at each other. They had been fighting for so many years in New Frye. Was it finally time for this long colonial war to come to an end?
Norton's eyes were filled with unwillingness. He hadn't gained enough benefits from the New Frye Continent yet. Returning to the Ossaide Plane in this state was contrary to his plan.
