Merchant From Earth in the Magical World-Chapter 439 - 368: Knocking on the Door_2

This was also a critical point the Supervising Demon focused on protecting. He would rather take a slash to the back of his neck than expose his throat.

What Number 008 had to do was seize the opportunity to thrust his blade in.

The six Battle Alchemy Puppets increased their speed and the frequency of their attacks. Their six AI cores worked in tandem, analyzing the Supervising Demon’s movement patterns, range of motion, and reaction speed.

The moment they decided to execute the fatal strike...

Two Battle Alchemy Puppets flanked the Supervising Demon, slashing at its knee joints. Two more raised their shields, bracing against the Supervising Demon’s powerful strikes. Meanwhile, another puppet, positioned behind it, leaped and kicked it squarely in the back.

The attacks on its knee joints caused the Supervising Demon to lose balance. Combined with the kick from behind, its massive, heavy body tipped forward and collapsed.

At that moment, Number 008 appeared in front of the Supervising Demon.

He bent his knees, gathering strength, holding his sword hilt with one hand forward and one backward, concentrating all his power and Magic Power at the tip of the blade.

All the energy burst forth from that single point, the blade tip accurately piercing the Supervising Demon’s throat.

Its momentum unabated, the blade then pierced through the armored back of the Supervising Demon’s neck.

With a thunderous crash, the Supervising Demon fell to its knees.

Blood gushed from its mouth in great spurts. Its hands grasped the blade, attempting to pull it out, but it could not muster any strength.

Number 008 stepped on the Supervising Demon’s shoulder and pulled the Tang Sword from its neck.

The lifeless body collapsed at Yan Xing’s feet.

Yan Xing didn’t spare the Supervising Demon’s corpse a glance. He stepped over it and continued forward.

The Battle Alchemy Puppets leading the way rammed open the gates to the manor’s interior.

As he entered, Yan Xing looked up at the surveillance cameras on the wall.

"If this is the extent of your strength, you might as well come out and surrender obediently. If you really make me kill my way to you... cleaning up such a large manor will certainly be troublesome. I’ll give you ten minutes to think about it. If there’s no response in ten minutes, I will start a massacre here."

Beyond the gate lay an expansive entrance hall. There were staircases leading upward and corridors extending to the left and right.

Inside the entrance hall stood several large luxury ornaments, including two sets of Milanese full Knight armor and a large grandfather clock.

Yan Xing and his people entered the hall but did not proceed further.

Searching through such a large manor would certainly be very difficult, he thought. Chui Chui would need some time to search using its weak electric field. It might be better to just wait here, exerting some pressure on them to cause disarray. As soon as they started moving erratically, it would be easier for Chui Chui to locate them.

The Battle Alchemy Puppets dispersed, occupying the staircase entrances and corridors.

Feng Tingyue, Lao Guan, and Little Li stayed close to Yan Xing, not forgetting to take pictures of the surroundings with their cameras. They were incredibly professional.

While Yan Xing and his group waited in the entrance hall, an extremely tense atmosphere enveloped the main hall where the members of the Witches’ Aid Society were gathered.

Even Baron Max, the chairman, wore a serious expression, completely lacking his earlier ease.

Although the monitors showed the invaders in the entrance hall, the scene of Antoine’s death replayed constantly in their minds.

Antoine’s strength ranked within the top five of the Witches’ Aid Society. Everyone had thought Antoine could easily eliminate those minions, forcing the enemy’s five core members to act.

But the outcome... in less than a minute, Antoine lay dead, killed by that group of minions.

The minions’ smooth and flowing cooperation had left a profound impression on everyone. Although each was far weaker than Antoine individually, they had worked together to kill him.

Now, the enemy leader, Yan Xing, had issued an ultimatum.

Should they continue to fight?

Everyone awaited Baron Max’s command.

At this moment, an old woman spoke, "Why not invite them here to discuss how to resolve this dispute? If we can’t reach an agreement... with so many of us here, we’ll have the advantage if a fight breaks out."

Another voice chimed in, "Yes, yes... We underestimated the invaders’ strength. Now that they’re inside, the narrow spaces favor them, not us. This hall is quite spacious, which should allow our superior numbers to be an advantage."

The invaders’ followers had cooperated to kill Antoine, making the Witches’ Aid Society members hesitant to face the enemy alone. Allowing the invaders in here meant Baron Max would have to confront them directly.

Baron Max was the head of the Witches’ Aid Society; in a fight, he would inevitably be the enemy’s primary target. This way, the others would be relatively safer.

Baron Max certainly knew his subordinates’ ulterior motives.

Although the Witches’ Aid Society had endured for several centuries, the changing times had riddled the ancient organization with various chronic problems. Especially after the Witch’s Bloodline was disrupted, the only factors sustaining the organization were business and political interests. There was a severe divide between the upper and lower echelons.

Most of those who had recently gained power from the Demon God Kayron were from the organization’s upper echelon. They were accustomed to lives of comfort and privilege, far removed from actual combat training. Now, faced with such ferocious enemies, they were terrified, thinking only of their own survival.

With morale shattered, the team was becoming difficult to lead, Max mused.

"Drak, bring our guests here," Baron Max ordered his butler. Then, he addressed the members filling the hall, "Elders, stay. Everyone else, go to the surrounding rooms. If our opponents are willing to settle this dispute, we will negotiate with them civilly. If they harbor only hostility, we will fight them to the death right here. Don’t even think about escaping. No matter who wins, fleeing only leads to a dead end."

Baron Max’s decision to confront the invaders personally served to reassure the members.

Max had been the first to contact the Demon God Kayron. After gaining power himself, he had distributed the remaining mediums to the upper-echelon members who had rushed here from all over the world.

It was said that Max was stronger than everyone else here combined. However, Max had never revealed his full strength to outsiders, so its true extent remained unknown.

In any case, since Max claimed to be ushering in a new mythological era, he must truly possess power comparable to that of a deity, the members thought.

Inside the hall, apart from four elderly men accompanying Baron Max on the sofa, the other members dispersed into rooms on the floors above and around them.

In the entrance hall, Yan Xing stubbed out his cigarette and glanced at the time on his watch.

Chui Chui had already located the enemy’s gathering place: a rather spacious hall containing forty to fifty people. And one of them was heading this way.

"Master, judging by their movements, it seems they’re planning a surprise attack to encircle you," Chui Chui reported.

"Then prepare for battle," Yan Xing said, turning to Feng Tingyue. "If you continue to follow, I can’t guarantee your safety one hundred percent. It’s not too late to head back to the car now."

Feng Tingyue, Lao Guan, and Little Li looked at each other, then Feng Tingyue responded to Yan Xing, "For both professional and personal reasons, we don’t want to miss anything that happens here. Don’t worry about our safety, Director Yan. Having chosen this line of work, we are prepared to make sacrifices at any time. If even one of us can record these events and bring the information back to the company, it will be worth it."

"Alright, if you insist on following, I’ll do my best to protect you. Stay close to me, and don’t wander off."

"We understand, Director Yan."

As Yan Xing and Feng Tingyue were speaking, the manor’s butler approached from the end of the corridor on the right.

"Respected guests, greetings. Welcome to Baron Max’s manor. The Baron is waiting for you in the main hall. You may present any questions you have directly to him."

Yan Xing smiled. "If you’d been this courteous and invited us to see Max earlier, wouldn’t so many lives have been spared? You nobles, so detached from worldly concerns, are truly pretentious. Lead the way!"

The butler bowed professionally to Yan Xing and then gestured. "Please, come with me."

After speaking, the butler turned and walked back the way he had come. 𝒻𝘳ℯℯ𝑤ℯ𝒷𝘯ℴ𝓋ℯ𝘭.𝑐ℴ𝑚

Yan Xing gestured, and four Combat Alchemy Automata followed the butler. He led Tong Yitong and the other three—Feng Tingyue, Lao Guan, and Little Li—in the middle, while the six other Battle Alchemy Puppets provided protection at the rear.

"Chui Chui, be ready to activate the Thunder Domain."