"What's Tony up to?"

  It's been three days and Tony still hasn't gotten rid of that small fry, which made Robinson furious after being defeated on the seventh floor by a puppet and sent back down.

  "Come on, you know his character, he's probably hiding somewhere to slack off." Pele helped Robinson bandage his wound. "Or should I go find him?"

  "Never mind, I've already figured out the weakness of that puppet, let's take a break and prepare for battle. This time, we'll definitely be able to defeat him." Robinson was anxious to take down the mage tower, absolutely not allowing Pyre to leave. What if he also took the opportunity to slack off?

  "You're too impatient, let's wait for Tony to come back and leave the dungeon first, go back to Morning Dew Town to relax!" Pire complained, "Finding so many gold coins is no different from scrap metal if you don't spend them."

  "Alright!" Robinson was so eager to become a superior being, he knew that wanting to be a great noble not only required a lot of money but also needed enough powerful strength, otherwise it would be impossible to guard these riches.

  Ah-choo! Tony crouched on the rooftop, let out a sneeze, cursed a few words, and continued searching.

  Apart from sleeping a lot on the first day, Tony didn't slack off at all for these two days. After all, in the dungeon, apart from ugly ghouls, there were no dancing girls to admire, so he could only work.

  "Where did they go?" Tony looked around, his mood very gloomy. Apart from getting nothing, the corpses of those ghouls pierced his eyes severely.

  When did a soul of one stage Duran become so fierce? Besides, if he doesn't think of a way to get out quickly, what's the point of killing those ghouls and collecting soul fragments as offerings?

  In the grand cathedral of the underground city, there should be an altar, but Robinson had used Ghost Eye to scout ahead and found that several abominations were guarding it, not to mention a skeletal dragon was nesting there, making it impossible for Duran's party to get close.

  A brain full of confusing thoughts was about to blow Tony's head, but the next moment, he perked up his spirit, for he heard a faint cry.

  Toni raised his hand to his ear and activated the Assassin's hearing amplifier, and the wailing sound immediately grew louder.

  "Found you!" Tony flashed a sly smile and sprinted agilely across the rooftops, rapidly closing in on Central Street.

  When he saw the long street in front of the House of Hohenzollern, Tony was stunned and immediately his face crawled with an incredulous expression.

  A guy wrapped in heavy armor is leading eight black blood spiders back to a yard, with four 'iron cans' as meat shields beside him, forming a V-shaped formation, compressing the spiders' attack space as much as possible.

  When he saw the guy wielding a man-eating demon sword smashing the ground, four iron cans neatly dodged in unison, and only eight black blood spiders fell into the big pit below. Tony opened his mouth like a suffocating hippopotamus.

  "Am I dreaming?" Tony muttered, this was too familiar, just like they had rehearsed it thousands of times.

  But what's even more shocking is yet to come, when a death witch in a long dress floats in mid-air, chanting spells and bombing the spiders in the pit with arcane bombs, Tony feels like he has used up all his surprises for this lifetime.

  "What the hell is going on here?" Tony cursed and quickly hid, as a close combat assassin he was at a disadvantage against a French profession to begin with, let alone one that could float and had seven heavily armed robot minions.

  Arcane Missiles are white semi-transparent spheres about the size of a watermelon, surrounded by a ring of purple. They explode after being shot into the pit.

  Boom! Boom! Boom!

  The shockwave of magic and ki mixed together blasted the spiders into a bloody pulp, tearing their bodies apart. In less than a minute, the pit was filled with minced meat, along with some severed limbs. A strong smell of blood wafted through the air.

  Tony gazed at the Death Nymph's pretty face for a few moments, then went to find Robinson, who was sure to be able to handle this Death Nymph.

  In the human kingdom, this is a more expensive female slave than the beast tribe's fox girl, wolf girl, and even elf girl. After all, generally no adventurer can enter the Withered Plane to catch the Death Nymph, let alone that this race is born as an undead noble, and they are also soul-bodied. When they reach a higher level, they can completely exempt any physical system attack, and their excellent magical affinity also makes them become mages even if they neglect learning.

  "A young, immature soul-tier Death Nymph, what a profit." Tony wasn't short on money, so he decided to enjoy the Death Nymph himself. Bringing a female servant nymph out was quite stylish, "No way, can't tell Robinson, he's a mage, if he sees the Death Nymph, he'll definitely monopolize it."

  Tony, who was pondering how to capture Seres, saw Downton take off his helmet and was completely stunned, like a frog with its neck pinched, almost bulging out of its eyes.

  "How is that possible? He's just a civilian, how could he have survived? And to be with the Death Witch?! Yeah, he must be that witch's slave!" Tony muttered nervously, tugging at his hair so hard it was a wonder he didn't pull it all out, and then in the next instant, he almost burst his lungs.

  Serena held a handkerchief and carefully wiped the sweat from Downton's forehead, also handing him the water bottle at her waist, attentively like a maid.

  "When can humans make the proud Death Goddess serve as a maid?" Tony slapped himself heavily, thinking he must be too tired and seeing things, but after rubbing his eyes three times, what he saw didn't change at all.

  As Danton stroked Seres' hair like a pet dog comforting its owner, Tony's chest was filled with envy, jealousy and hatred. Especially when he saw the Death Witch smiling all over her face without any impatience, he pulled out his dagger, and only one thought remained in his mind - to get rid of Danton, snatch the witch, and then brutally ravage her on the bed.

  "That female demon is mine!" Tony roared inwardly, panting heavily and extremely unbalanced.

  Tang Dun is just a commoner, okay, even if he became a mage, he's only a first-rate mediocre person, what makes him worthy of being obeyed by a Death Nymph?

  As for those iron cans, Tony naturally thought they were Serese's magic servants, Danton? He is not a judge, let alone a magic servant, and he doesn't even look at him with a straight eye as a goblin slave.

  "No magic stones? I have some, wait!" Seres floated away, her little nest was in the North City District, where undead creatures were everywhere, and with Tang Dun's strength, he couldn't go there.

  "Mo Dian, hurry up and follow her, don't let anything happen." Tang Dun sat on the ground to rest, controlling six Mo servants, which was indeed more tiring, but for a Soul Seed, it was also a kind of exercise.

  "She's an immortal, what could possibly happen to her?" Morden extracted the remaining soul fragments from the spider's mangled corpse and didn't bother chasing after Seres, he hated doing pointless things.

  "What a great opportunity!" Tony, who had been at a loss for how to separate Don and Serenity, was overjoyed by this turn of events.

  He took out his crossbow from his backpack, loaded it, crouched down, and quickly advanced. Once in range, he fired a shot directly at Tong Dun's head.

  Whoosh, the crossbow bolt shot over.

  Hearing the sound of breaking wind, Tang Dun subconsciously tilted his head and raised his right arm.

  Clang, the crossbow bolt hit his arm guard and sparked a few fire sparks before bouncing off.

  Tang Dun swiftly got up, assumed a fighting stance, and cautiously guarded against the surroundings. The ghouls also dispersed around him, serving as human shields.

  "Reaction is pretty fast!" Tony frowned, he didn't know that when Tangdon was first promoted, due to the long time of soul shaping, his physical quality was twice as strong as that of ordinary magic users, stronger than him.

  "Tony?" Danton saw Tony jumping off the rooftop, dressed in leather, apparently also of high quality. These days they had also obtained quite a bit of good equipment.

  "Aren't you running?" Tony was surprised, where did this kid get the nerve from, daring to face him?

  "Why should I run?" Danton retorted, his left palm wiping across the blade with an air of utter calm.

  "Why? Because you're a nobody!" Tony's face twisted in rage, as if he was about to suffocate.

  In his eyes, Tang Dun was just a small fry, he didn't even bother to use his skilled assassination techniques, and instead came at him directly. He thought that the next scene would be a cat-and-mouse game of torture, but Tang Dun not only didn't run away, but also questioned him with a face full of righteousness.

  "Hmm, you're indeed a small fry!" Tong Dun sneered, he had already started using tactics to make Tony lose his cool.

  At first in the hotel if it wasn't for Tang Don's quick thinking, he would have been killed by him long ago, so there was no possibility of reconciliation between the two people.

  "Fine, you're dead meat, I guarantee it. Even if the goddess of fate herself came down, you'd still become a ghoul's snack." Tony was also cunning, and before his words had even fallen, he flicked out a flying dagger while pouncing on Tong Dun.

  "Up!" Tang Don knew that the flying knife couldn't break through his defense, so he didn't even make a defensive move, and instead strode forward with an imposing momentum.

  Ding, Tony was indeed an agile close combatant, his speed was very fast. Within two breaths, he had already traversed over a dozen meters and appeared in front of Tang Dong, the dagger he swung out leaving three marks on his armor. However, Tony wasn't doing well either, the man-eating demon's long sword had grazed his waist.

  Tony dodged and retreated hastily, staring at the slash mark left by the military knife on his leather armor in shock. He only then realized that Tangton's actual combat experience might not be lacking after all. An ordinary newcomer would either dodge or block when seeing a flying knife, but he had instead charged forward decisively. This judgment and bravery were simply terrifyingly strong.

  The demons approached, but unfortunately wore heavy armor and lost in speed to Tony.

  "Ghouls? Why would they listen to you?" Through the slits of his face mask, Tony saw the ugly ghouls, and then his entire head was filled with questions.

  "The dead don't need explanations!" Tang Dun's left hand rose, and the power of Hercules shone like golden sand, sprinkling down from his head.