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Chapter 4193
'Does that guy want to bully me just because I haven't fully recovered my strength?' Grunt mused.
However, a mere fiend general was nothing to him.
"Stupid!"
As he thought, a trace of disdain appeared on his face. A crisp sound was heard as a golden spear
flickered out of thin air and appeared in Grunt's firm grasp.
Oliver, who was standing not far away, was inexplicably nervous. He wanted to diffuse the situation,
but he could not move as freely, so he could only watch them anxiously.
More importantly, after Oliver joined the fiend race, he was careful about everything, fearing that
Archfiend Antigonus or Morticia would catch him.
Therefore, when he saw Grunt, Oliver was flustered because he and Grunt had allied to deal with
Darryl, but he could not let the fiends know about it.
After all, Grunt was the Nine Heaven Emperor's right-hand man. Once the fiends knew that he had
allied with the Nine Heaven Emperor's subordinate, he would suffer a miserable ending.
Follow on NovᴇlEnglish.nᴇtOliver fixed his eyes on both sides, hoping that Damon could kill Grunt successfully.
As long as Grunt was dead, no one would know about their alliance.
However, Oliver also knew that his idea was unrealistic.
After all, he was the commander of the Imperial Sky Palace. He was powerful enough to
fight stronger enemies alone, and Damon was no match for him.
"Go to hell!"
Grunt raised his golden spear. A sharp roar was heard, and then a golden light tore
through the sky and stuck toward Damon.
When Damon saw the power of the golden light, his face fell, and he was a little flustered.
He had never expected that Grunt, who was not at his peak, would be able to unleash
such a powerful force even though he looked so tired.
He regretted his recklessness.
However, it was too late.
The golden light was like thunder and lightning. He wanted to dodge it, but it was too late.
He suffered a direct hit.
"Argh!"
He was thrown into the air with a miserable howl. His figure rained blood in the air. A hole
as big as a pan had appeared on his body and continued to spray.
Grunt's spear had pierced through his fiend soul.
After flying for more than 100 meters backward, he finally bumped into one of the giant
statues. The cracking of bones was heard, and then he slipped downward like mud.
When he finally landed on the ground, his eyes stared into the sky, and he was no longer
breathing.
Oliver could not help but take a deep breath. He was utterly stunned.
Grunt was very powerful, indeed.
Shocked, Oliver looked closely at Grunt and could not help but sigh in his heart.
"Mr. Oliver."
Just then, with a gleam shining in his eyes, Grunt looked at Oliver with a faint smile and said, "How
Follow on Novᴇl-Onlinᴇ.cᴏmhave you been?"
Oliver forced a smile and said, "Commander Grunt, you are still as mighty as ever."
'I didn't expect you to become a member of the fiend race in just a few days," Grunt said flatly,
looking at Damon's corpse not far away.
"When I fought with him just now, did you really want him to kill me? So you can get credit for my
death with Archfiend Antigonus."
Grunt's eyes seemed ominous when he said that.
Even though Oliver did not say anything, Grunt could guess what was on his mind from his
expression.
Oliver felt embarrassed when his intentions were exposed, but he still pretended as if nothing had
happened. He chuckled and said, "Commander Grunt, why would you say that? We were allies, and
we were on our own. Why would I want you to die?"
As he spoke, Oliver paid extra attention to the changes in Grunt's expression.
Oliver realized that there must be something wrong with why Grunt did not attack him.
Grunt smiled and asked in a softer tone, "Okay, I was just kidding. Please don't mind me."
As he spoke, he looked at Oliver's artificial limb and pretended to be surprised. "What's wrong with
your leg?"
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