The Demon's Menu-Chapter 913: Backstab (2)
Chapter 913: Chapter 74: Backstab! _2
Chapter 913 -74: Backstab! _2
From the pit created by the main ship’s main cannon, there was nowhere to hide.
Except for the ‘room’ where Jason was.
And that ‘room’ had an excellent defense.
Perfect for avoiding the previous fireball attack.
Everyone thought so.
Even Hera and a few others standing on the edge of the pit did not differ.
Thus, they watched as the massive fireball swallowed up Jason’s ‘room’.
Scorching!
Blaze!
Crackling sounds!
Surrounded by fierce flames burning.
But, there was no sign of ‘their’ Leader.
Hera frowned.
A sense of danger resurfaced in her heart.
"Be careful!”
Hera shouted loudly.
But, it was too late!
Everyone’s attention was on Jason’s ‘room’, neglecting the dark edges of the pit.
Dragging a tattered body, ‘their’ Leader, like a shadow, pounced on one of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ ‘patriarchs’.
Sizzle, sizzle!
In the unceasing sound of corrosion, came the pitiful scream.
"Ahhh!”
"Get off me!”
But it was all in vain.
As if leeches had latched onto flesh.
‘Their’ Leader clung to the other’s body, voraciously feeding.
In an instant, the tattered body was whole again.
Seeing this, apart from the initial surprise, the remaining patriachs of the ‘Hundred Major Families’ showed no panic.
Their position had exposed them to far too many secret techniques.
The secret technique before them, although bizarre, was not unacceptable.
And most importantly!
One crucial point!
‘Their’ Leader had appeared!
In their line of sight!
That was enough!
"The outcome is decided!”
Cook bellowed this thought.
The patriarch of the ‘Cook Family’ voiced everyone’s inner thoughts.
As more fireballs appeared above his head, the other ‘Hundred Major Families’ clan heads also launched their secret techniques.
They all targeted ‘their’ Leader.
As for the comrade that this Leader had latched onto.
Sorry!
They chose the fastest way to end the battle.
As for sacrifices?
Well, it wasn’t them!
What’s more, having one less comrade was actually beneficial.
The fruit of victory would be shared among fewer people.
Of course, they would also divide the fallen comrade’s family fortunes equally.
The camaraderie of the ‘Hundred Major Families’?
Certainly, that existed.
Thus, they would spare the last-ranked, who knew no family secret techniques, a temporary ‘Hundred Major Families’ title—just temporary.
Very brief, that is.
The other heirs?
Before Hera could finish saying the word, a huge change occurred on the battlefield.
The fireballs suspended in midair plummeted straight down.
Only, their target wasn’t ‘their’ Leader.
It was Cook’s companions.
The flames spreading on the ground were like chains, restraining the actions of the companions.
Of course, selectively!
Not everyone!
Cook intentionally chose targets with ‘weaker bodies’ and ‘poor defenses.’
Thus, a direct hit!
Boom!
Boom boom boom!
Three or four chieftains from the Hundred Major Families hadn’t even the chance to scream before they were reduced to ashes.
But this was not the most direct impact!
The most direct impact was: Cook’s act of betrayal had caused the surrounding chieftains of the Hundred Major Families to scatter the secret techniques they were deploying against ‘their’ Leader.
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One after another, they retreated, looking at Cook with eyes full of shock and uncertainty.
"Heh, surprised?”
‘Their’ Leader had completely devoured that chieftain of the Hundred Major Families.
All that was left of the opponent’s body was a husk.
The battered body of this Leader, however, had returned to normal.
He stood there, surveying the surrounding chieftains of the Hundred Major Families with a light chuckle.
"After all these years, how could I possibly have ‘created’ only the Moket Family?”
"The Cook Family also belongs to me!”
"And
"Guess, do I have more of my people among you?”
Their Leader’s face showed unmistakeable malice.
Then, the opponent removed the shadowy cover, fully revealing his true countenance.
Middle-aged, with graying temples, dense hair swept back to reveal a polished forehead, his features were utterly ordinary, the kind one would pass by unnoticed on the streets.
But at this moment, as the chieftains of the Hundred Major Families exchanged glances, such ordinariness had already become extraordinary.
Any chieftain from the Hundred Major Families felt terror-stricken under the gaze of this figure, worried if there were more moles among them.
Almost subconsciously, these chieftains of the Hundred Major Families increased the distance between themselves.
They watched each other warily.
Seeing this scene, their Leader laughed.
"Just kidding.”
"How could there possibly be more?”
He said so.
Yet the people around him did not relax their vigilance; on the contrary, they grew even more tense.
Seeing this, Cook also laughed.
Worthy of being the Leader!
Simple words had turned these fools paranoid and suspicious.
Thinking this, Cook stepped forward to his Leader.
"Leader!”
Cook bowed respectfully.
His demeanor was utterly reverent, his voice filled with adoration, even though he’d just completed the most crucial part, he showed not a trace of arrogance.
Watching this rare scene with Cook, the surrounding chieftains of the Hundred Major Families gritted their teeth in hatred.
They had been deceived!
Utterly deceived!
Anger and resentment brewed within these chieftains. As they contemplated how they would torture Cook if they captured him, a shocking scene unfolded.
Their Leader waved his hand.
Puff!
Cook’s head fell to the ground.
His face showed shock and disbelief, his eyes wide open, dying with his eyes unclose.
While the Leader said indifferently,
"Become the sacrifice!”
"That is your true purpose!”
As the words ended.
Suddenly—
The ground shook!
An inexplicable, great terror descended!
