Armipotent

Tang Shaoyang clicked his tongue, shaking his head in disappointment, "Tch, this is not enough. They can't hold up until I use the Sixth Heavenly Gates."

Lu An then returned with the man who was sent flying by Tang Shaoyang, putting the dying man next to Marco. Vice General Marco had stopped screaming, breathing roughly while holding the excruciating pain. Even with his Troll Bloodline, the regeneration on his body was much slower than usual. Trolls were known for their regeneration ability, but this was still too slow.

"Alright, now you three can choose a painless death or painful death," Tang Shaoyang grinned, turning his head toward Captain Brond who was on his knees.

"Hiiikkhh!"

Brond was too scared to meet Tang Shaoyang's gaze. He fell backward on his butt, letting out an unmanly shriek, shaking his head furiously.

"You are the unlucky chosen one. Do you want to tell me something? Maybe we can start with, where can I find the other people that were part of your group?"

Since they had clashed, they might as well have exterminated the whole group to prevent future trouble. They would stay for a while on the twelfth floor to save up the Tower Coin for access. Different from the eleventh floor where the whole faction got access to the twelfth floor upon defeating the boss floor. The twelfth floor worked individually, so if the other members wanted to climb up to the thirteenth floor, they had to work on their own to gather the Tower Coins.

"Hah…" Vice General Marco let out a chuckle, "You might escape from tonight's ambush, but you will face the Union's wrath. You are doomed anyway. The Union will capture you, and our people inside The Union will take you away. You can't escape from our grasp!"

Tang Shaoyang nodded his head, but he wondered how they would frame him, "Thank you for telling, but how are you going to frame me?"

Vice General Marco replied with a sneer, refusing to answer. But then Tang Shaoyang formed two blades with Slayer Energy. The two blades pierced Marco's both thighs through to the ground, pinning his legs to the ground. He screamed in pain, wanting to pull out the blade but his hands were wasted.

Tang Shaoyang shook his head and squatted in front of Brond, the only one that was still intact, "Now, do you want to tell me? Or do you want to suffer like him too?"

"I will tell you everything! I will tell you everything!" Brond assumed a kneeling position, planting his face on the ground.

"Good. What does he mean by "I will be captured by The Union?"" Tang Shaoyang needed to know the real situation first.

"We killed General Muril and frame you! Vice General Andar is running back to the city with General Muril's dead body. You will be the target of The Union for killing General Muril. He is from a distinguished family and has a high status in The Union."

Captain Brond gave an unexpected answer. General Muril was not part of the hostile group, and he was a victim of this hostile group too. Everything looked like planned by General Muril, but he was killed as well by the hostile group.

"Hmm, that's indeed tricky. We can cooperate with The Union to prove our innocence, but it's troublesome and takes time," Tang Shaoyang turned his head to Rosalie and Lu An, "What do you guys think? Should we switch sides?"

"That will be tricky too. We have killed their army, and it's not a small number of troops. Do you think they will accept us? Even though the natives will not be openly hostile against us, we have done the deed," Rosalie thought their situation was really awkward.

"That's true…" Tang Shaoyang held his chin, observing Brond while thinking of how to salvage the situation, "What about your base? Do you have a base? And where's your leader? Maybe we can resolve the situation if we bring their leader's head to the Union, no?"

"We don't have a base. Our organization communicates with letters, and we don't know what our leaders look like. A letter came a few days ago, telling us there would be a group of three players coming to Varil Fortress. We don't even know our leaders' names. They are using aliases in the letter," Brond replied immediately.

"This is not as easy as I thought," Tang Shaoyang stood up. It was not because he was afraid of the natives, but because they needed to rely on the natives to climb up. There was a clear restriction on this floor which was the native, "Unless there's another path to reach the thirteenth floor."

"There might be another path to the thirteenth floor, but I don't think we can find it easily unless we run rampant, kidnapping one of the influential figures of the Union and interrogating them. That would be more troublesome and unnecessary trouble, more troublesome than clearing out our name," Rosalie was not fond of the idea, brute forcing their way up to the thirteenth floor. The thing that concerned her the most was that she was afraid Tang Shaoyang would fall deep in his guilt for slaughtering the other people. It happened a few times when he thought of himself as a monster, and she did not want the story to repeat itself.

Tang Shaoyang let out a sigh. Things did not go smoothly. It was so simple and easy to climb up the tower, but it seemed that lady luck was not on his side ever since he arrived on the twelfth floor.

"Buhahaha…." Marco who had been enduring the pain, released a laughter. He laughed at Tang Shaoyang's predicament, considering this a win even though he was forced to kneel on his knees with two blades in his thigh.

"Noisy," Tang Shaoyang sent his Heaven Shattering Palm at Marco's head, and his head exploded into a pulp. Each part of his head, in and out, scattered around as the laughter ceased. He then looked at the dying Ancient Rank. He did not use Heavenly Crushing Strike at his full power, yet it still left the man dying. The bloodline was too weak for them to endure the Nine Heavenly Gate.

"Tch, I forgot to ask where they got the bloodline from. We might have a way to get a bloodline supply for the Tarrior," Tang Shaoyang forgot his initial intention of leaving Marco alive. He wanted to ask where they got the bloodline from, "They might get it from the trial, but this guy does not have a bloodline." Brond did not have a bloodline since he did not use the bloodline transformation.

He looked at the dying man, not willing to waste his healing potion just to ask where this man got the bloodline. He ended up crushing the dying man's head just like he did to Marco, leaving Brond alone. The Captain's body shook after witnessing the player's brutality. The two men were powerless to resist and with a swing of sword to the neck, they would die. However, the player chose to kill the two in the most brutal way.

"What about you? Do you know where to get a bloodline?" Tang Shaoyang turned his attention back to Brond, causing the guy's body to shake even more.

"I know how to get you a bloodline," Before Brond could reply, a feminine voice rang from the darkness, replying to Tang Shaoyang's question.