The three surviving members of "Six Arms" did not hesitate for a moment upon hearing the question.
"Live..."
"Live!"
"Live—!"
Weak voices rang out almost simultaneously.
Zero, the strongest division leader, had been slain so easily, and Davernoch and Malmvist had also died one after another.
They had thought they would be killed as well, but who would have expected they could actually survive?
"L-Lord, I don't want to die."
"Phantom Demon" Succulent lay prone in a pool of blood; the fear of death and the cold sensation of blood constantly draining away caused his whole body to twitch and tremble from time to time.
A blood-stained arm reached out slowly and weakly, trying to touch the corner of the black robe Lyle wore.
"Save me... save me, I'll do anything—"
Lyle lifted his feet, walked over to the three, reached out from his black robe, and lightly brushed over them.
In an instant!
The power of the curse entwined around the three was dispelled.
"Phantom Demon" Succulent and the others felt their bodies relax, and the continuous bleeding from their wounds was clearly suppressed.
This method of dispelling the residual curse power inside an enemy's body was something Lyle had discovered while fighting and exchanging pointers with the "Martial Lord" Go Gin in the Bahaus Empire.
This was his power to begin with.
Dispelling and controlling one's own power was inherently part of mastering a class.
In this real otherworldly realm, class abilities were not the rigid, fixed expressions found in games; this point was most evident in the high-tier class "Magic Swordsman."
Swish!
Lyle took out a bottle of Regeneration Potion and splashed it over the three, who looked like they were on their last breaths.
A simple treatment.
It allowed "Phantom Demon" Succulent and the others to finally regain some strength, and they stood up weakly and staggeringly.
Night fell.
Under the light of the stars and moon, the shadow formed by the massive bone dragon, which emitted a silvery luster and the aura of death, enveloped the three.
They looked up.
Looking at the mysterious figure wrapped in a black robe standing beneath the bone dragon, the three members of "Six Arms" trembled and quickly lowered their heads, their faces filled with fear and terror.
Their original arrogance and conceit had long since vanished completely.
"Lord, what do you need us to do?"
"Phantom Demon" Succulent's pale, gaunt face was filled with flattery and sycophancy as he spoke up first.
He knew that this powerful mysterious person before them hadn't killed them out of a sudden burst of kindness.
Lyle glanced at "Phantom Demon" Succulent, the weakest of the Six Arms, and a smile appeared on his lips beneath the hood.
"Bring that head over," Lyle said.
"Phantom Demon" Succulent froze for a moment, then hurriedly stepped forward, ignoring the sharp pain from his wounds, and picked up Zero's head.
The terrifyingly powerful Zero was dead just like that.
Succulent was somewhat dazed, but mostly filled with deep fear.
"'Battle Demon' Zero did not die by my hand, but by yours,"
Lyle said to Succulent, "I imagine Eight Fingers' Security Department wouldn't mind a more powerful leader appearing."
These simple words made the air go silent.
Clearly, none of the three present were fools, and they quickly realized the meaning behind Lyle's words.
"Space Slash" Peshurian and "Blood Moon Scimitar" Edström looked at each other, a look of regret flashing in their eyes.
Meanwhile, Succulent held Zero's head, his hands trembling; he naturally understood what this meant.
As the weakest member of the Six Arms,
Succulent naturally knew that no one would believe he was the one who killed Zero.
But so what!
Each department of "Eight Fingers" was independent; no matter how much the other division leaders doubted or opposed it, one fact remained true.
That was, the powerful "Battle Demon" Zero had been killed by someone even more powerful!
"Eight Fingers" was an underground organization where even beings like the Undead could join, so they certainly wouldn't refuse someone stronger than Zero.
Even if this person's identity was questionable.
They weren't an upright organization to begin with!
"Lord, Succulent is willing to serve you."
"Phantom Demon" Succulent hurriedly knelt on the ground, pressing his head heavily into the grass, and spoke excitedly to Lyle.
As long as he had the support of this powerful and mysterious lord,
Then he wouldn't have to fear anyone else daring to compete for the position of Security Department leader.
Lyle glanced at the other two.
"Blood Moon Scimitar" Edström and "Space Slash" Peshurian, no matter how much they regretted it, could only follow suit and quickly say: "We will assist Succulent."