Chapter 337
Neasilis chuckled persuasively. "Don''t be so heated—anger harms the body. If you''d kindly step
aside and announce to the Nortnds that you''re entering secluded meditation, allowing the Grand
Elder to act as Commander, wouldn''t everyone be pleased? The other seven Organizations
wouldn''t have a thing to say about it."
"Begone!" bellowed The Commander at Neasilis.
"I''m looking out for you. I don''t want to see you meet a grisly end. You can''t avoid today''s
predicament, so if you relinquish your position willingly, we all save ourselves the trouble,
everyone''s happy, and Cobalt Strike will avoid civil strife. If you resist, our n is this. First, we
disable you, then we im in your name that you''ve entered meditation. The Grand Elder will step
in as proxy, and after a few years, once things have settled, with the Grand Elder in full control of
Cobalt Strike, we''ll dere that something went awry with your seclusion, that you were consumed
by your own magic and perished. The Grand Elder will naturally assume the role of Commander.
So, do you choose to step down with dignity, or would you rather be remembered for dying in
madness?"
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Neasilis spoke with a smile. His words were light, but his eyes were filled with deadly intent.
The Grand Elder added, "I don''t wish for this to be unpleasant, so make your choice. Give yourself
some dignity and give Cobalt Strike some peace."
"You bastards, to think you could force me to abdicate..." The Commander was about to unleash his
power when suddenly he spat out a mouthful of fresh blood, staggering.
Tobin cackled. "This is a gift for our meeting, the Millennium Corpse Fungus!"
"You''ve poisoned me!" The Commander shook his head vigorously, trying to clear his mind, but his
body''s magic roiled chaotically, like an uncontroble deluge crashing within him, and his skin
began to show red blotches that spread rapidly across his body. The poison''s onset was sudden
and fierce.
"The poison has taken hold!" Tobin''s smile deepened. This was the most potent poison from Amber
Valley, extracted from an ancient corpse and enhanced with various toxins. Colorless and tasteless,
yet terrifyingly potent. Normally, with the strength of The Commander, he would have detected the
poison instantly and expelled it. But today was different; they had baited and angered him, drawing
his focus entirely on them, dying his realization of the poison. And his emotional turmoil only
hastened the spread of the toxin.
"Pitiful!" sneered the Grand Elder, suddenly retreating.
In an instant, Lord Viperbane vanished from sight, leaving behind afterimages, and appeared before
The Commander. His fist exploded forth. The magic of the world gone wild, space copsed, and
his punch, swift as lightning, was aimed straight at The Commander’s face. “Commander Kashann,
I’ve long wanted to test my mettle against you.”
“Despicable!” The Commander awoke in shock, his divine radiance shining brightly as his immense
battle aura burst forth. Despite his magic being out of control, he demonstrated formidable might.
However, Tobin appeared unbelievably behind The Commander, his hands crossed, fingers locked,
each tip aze with ck mes. With a ferocious sneer, he mped his hands onto the
Commander''s neck.
"Argh...!"
His withered fingertips, like steel, plunged deep, and the ck mes, with their terrifying heat,
descended like magma into the Commander’s body.
"Ah!" The Commander screamed in agony, even as Lord Viperbane''s mighty punch simultaneously
landed, shattering his defenses and striking him squarely in the face.
Crack! A clear sound of bone breaking echoed as The Commander was sent flying.
Lord Viperbane and Tobin, striking together like a pair of rampaging tigers and serpents, one with
brute force and the other with covert strikes, coordinated wlessly topletely cut off The
Commander''s chances of escape, pinning him down within the Mystical Grotto.