Four Split Personalities

Sclinger noncommittally shrugged his shoulders, gently shook the lantern in his hand, and in the next second, six pitch-black shadow blades slowly rose from beneath his feet, precisely turning towards the five members and six heads of the Woof Woof Team.

"This is Caselo Prairie!"

Lying on the ground, Jadka, with his face to the side, stared intently at Sclinger who concealed his face behind a mask, and loudly asked, "Do you know who I am?"

"A man about to die."

Sclinger coldly stated, lifting his other hand.

"My name is Jadka, Jadka Diesel, from the Diesel Family!"

The old mage, with his head pressed against the ground, spoke swiftly and firmly, "If you kill me and my friends here, it definitely won’t end well for you!"

"Is that your last words?"

Sclinger slightly nodded, asking with interest, "I definitely won’t end well? Like how?"

"Like..."

Jadka, feeling the increasingly violent trembling of the ground, took a deep breath and smiled, "The wrath of the Diesel Family."

"How does the Diesel Family matter? Let’s not talk about no one finding out that it was I who killed you. Even if they did..."

Sclinger sneered, heavily swung his arm down, throwing the six shadow blades, which had already targeted their foreheads and could kill a high-level professional head-on, and scoffed, "What can they possibly do for such a mediocre mage like you..."

With a squelch,

the blade aimed at Jadka was gently ’snuffed out’ by a thick hand, and at the same time, Motan and others felt a blur in front of their eyes. The shadows about to claim their lives disappeared into the air without a trace, as did the shadow that bound them, unnoticed.

Sclinger, who also felt a blur before his eyes, as a Great Mage, likewise didn’t know what had just happened, losing connection with the shadows as if they were his own limbs.

He stiffly looked up to see the abrupt appearance of an unwelcome visitor standing in front of Jadka...

It was a middle-aged man with chiseled, distinct facial features, his physique similar to Motan before his transformation into a dragon, a neatly trimmed beard, wearing a set of dark silver elegant plate armor with large, weathered shoulder guards on each side engraved with numerous magic marks, and a black cloak painted with a crest—a pair of lions roaring at each other, their eyes and manes burning with surging flames.

That was the crest of the Diesel Family...

Whether it was Sclinger and Sergei, or Motan, Ya Ya, Ji Xiaoge, Dabus, or even Rex Hawke Wood, they all turned their gazes towards the middle-aged man who suddenly appeared at the same time.

Then...

"Hey, you little rascal!"

Jadka struggled to rise from the ground, and forcefully smacked the back of the man’s head.

"Huh?!"

Ji Xiaoge and Dabus were stunned at that moment, the former’s beautiful eyes rolling like mosquito coils, the latter angrily scolded the old mage, "Just when someone who seems like a hero shows up, why are you insulting him?!"

Then again...

"Hey, great granddad, I’m really sorry I arrived late."

The middle-aged man with the kingly aura awkwardly turned to look at Jadka, deeply bowing his head, "Please, give me a smack."

"Can’t you think before you speak, you little brat. Can I even hit you?"

Jadka poked the middle-aged man’s head again.

"Ah, you’re right, you’re right."

"Can’t you be a bit more sensible! It’s one thing for the small households to provoke us, but you didn’t even keep a few who could hold the fort at the horse yard! Did your brain turn into a tea egg?!"

"No, no, great granddad listen to me, actually today I was in charge of watching over the horse yard..."

"You’re growing quite the face, aren’t you? Proud to oversee the horse yard, are you? If you’re so idle, why not go clean the horse dung?!"

"Yes, yes, great granddad, you’re right..."

"Don’t talk back!!"

"Yes, yes, you’re right."

"What the hell did I say that was right!"

"Everything’s right, everything’s right!"

"Bullshit! I haven’t been home for so many years, how could I possibly get everything right!"

"Yes, yes, yes!"

"Hm?"

"No, no, no!"

The man whom Jadka called ’Dignified Family Head’ was sweating profusely, nodding his head as if being lectured like a hopeless grandkid.

Everyone: "..."

Suddenly, Ji Xiaoge snapped to realization and hobbled over to Motan who had just gotten up, whispering, "That person, isn’t he the one we saw at the door of the Blue Koi’s house..."

"Yeah, that’s him."

Motan nodded slightly and responded in a similar volume, "No wonder he looked somewhat familiar, turns out he somewhat resembles Jadka."

"So he is..."

"Yes, if nothing goes wrong, he should be..."

"Darian Diesel."

The middle-aged man who had just finished being lectured gave Motan and Ji Xiaoge a slight smile, then nodded to the flopped Ya Ya and Anthony Dabus, "I am Darian Diesel, the current Clan Leader of the Diesel Family, I deeply appreciate your care for my grandfather, and I am extremely grateful."

Dabus, who had fallen into a dazed state, blinked and dazedly shook his head, "No need for thanks, no need."

Motan and Ji Xiaoge just beamed and waved continuously.

"I remember you, I’m sorry for not revealing my identity earlier, it was my grandfather’s wish. Well, let’s catch up later..."

Darian Diesel smiled graciously, then turned to look at Sclinger not far away and said calmly, "And who are you?"

"I...I am Piers Sclinger, a first-class member of the Viper Chamber of Commerce."

Sclinger, who had seemed like a charming villain just moments before, now stuttered his words as he faltered backward under Darian’s tranquil gaze, tremblingly said, "I can explain, I can explain, Lord Diesel, this has all been a misunderstanding."

"Both of you~"

Darian turned to Motan and Ji Xiaoge and asked gently, "Is this the man who injured you and my grandfather like this?"

Before Motan and Ji Xiaoge could respond, Sclinger rushed to say, "No, no! I only trapped them, the injuries on their bodies were inflicted by Sergei, not me!"

He frantically pointed at Sergei, who stood stunned, the aura of a Great Mage gone completely.

"Is that so?"

Darian didn’t bother to address him, just kept looking at Motan and Ji Xiaoge, and after getting their tacit approval he slightly nodded and murmured, "I see, well then..."

Suddenly, he disappeared from the spot, and by the time everyone reacted, he was already holding Sclinger’s head and then casually threw him into the air, "You can die a bit easier."

The ring on his left thumb lit up slightly, and the next second, a huge black shadow swept through midair, following which Sclinger’s struggling figure was uniformly dissected into dozens of pieces, silently crashing to the ground.

[Knight’s Technique - Broken Sunset]

Knight class active skill

Mastering Requirements: Must possess the profession ’Great Lord’ or corresponding higher profession, must possess ’Extreme Knight Spirit’ skill, be proficient with two-handed weapons up to level 89, Constitution 900, Strength 1000

Cost/Constriction: 2000 Physical Strength Value, must hold a two-handed weapon

Effect: Make seven to nine very heavy slashes within 0.33 seconds, causing massive physical damage to a targeted opponent within the user’s attack range. Starting from the second slash, each cut gains an additional 15% damage increase. If the opponent’s remaining Health Points are below 35% of the user’s maximum Health Points, subsequent slashes will mandatorily trigger a critical hit and will always add [Slashing Injury] and [Bleeding] effects. If the opponent’s remaining Health Points are below 10% of the user’s maximum Health Points and there are more than three slashes left, there is a 90% chance of triggering an instant death effect and shredding the opponent’s corpse, cooldown time two minutes.

Trait 1: The last hit causes equivalent fire damage.

Trait 2: Each slash has a certain chance to shatter any equipment of Unique Epic quality or below that is not soul-bound.

Trait 3: If the skill is used with one hand, it additionally increases attack speed by 100%.

Trait 4: Silent.

[Note: The second generation Clan Leader of the Diesel Family — Theodore Diesel secretly infiltrated an enemy force to steal confidential documents. With this move, until Mr. Theodore successfully retreated, not a single person (alive) discovered his infiltration.]

Chapter 500: The End