A whole bunch of XP was gone just like that.

It would be false to say Maxwell wasn't depressed by this. There was a huge glob of XP and badge involved, so if he actually managed to kill them all...

To say the least, the Titan Technique would be within his grasp.

Except that Maxwell wasn't some crazy serial killer. He still had his own standpoint and a bottom line he wouldn't cross.

Moreover, the Iron Blood Corps had already sided with Fernando, so killing them wouldn't be logical, right? Killing his little brother's little brothers? That's pretty messed up!

Another important point...

Asher had an extremely ugly look on his face; worse than the look when one had eaten shit.

Seeing how pissed off he was, Maxwell was enjoying the scene to the max. He was sincerely admiring the move Fernando was able to pull off. At such a young age, he was able to pull off stunts like this, so Maxwell couldn't help but admire his awesomeness.

The Iron Blood Corps had surrounded Asher.

This made Maxwell worried as he mumbled to himself: "I've already lost the little soldiers, don't tell me they aren't leaving the boss for me either?"

Maxwell started worrying because no matter how high Asher's cultivation was, there was no way he was the opponent of an army filled with elites.

He was really afraid Fernando would give the order, and the entire Iron Blood Corps would rush in to spear Asher to death. Then Maxwell would have nothing to do with his demise.

"Good!"

"Good!"

"Good move! I've underestimated this little mongrel. I never imagined my personal troops would betray me. Your father truly gave birth to a good and intelligent son!" Asher ferociously roared out.

Fernando faintly smiled while a faint aura of a monarch exuded from him. "This was all forced by you. If it weren't for you, I wouldn't have become like this. Asher, you're already in a hopeless situation, so just stop struggling and submit yourself. I will give you decent death, not like the one you gave my parents."

"Humph!"

"Stop struggling and submit myself?"

"Little mongrel, that's just wishful thinking. Did you think a mere Iron Blood Corps is capable of capturing me?" Asher continued speaking disdainfully: "I am the gnome race's number one person when it comes to sculpting arrays. Even your deceased father's talent isn't as good as mine, and you want to stop me with a bunch of trash?"

Indeed...

Asher's ability to sculpt arrays was extremely powerful.

Wanting to capture him was an extremely difficult task.

But, Fernando wasn't worried as he said with a smile: "You forgot that beside me is my boss, a person capable of spatial laws. No matter how fast your Escape Array is, would it be faster than the spatial laws? Everything is within my calculations, and there's nowhere for you to run. It's best that you just die with dignity so that it saves the trouble for everyone."

His words were calmly spoken, neither quick nor slow.

His expression showed that the outcome was under his control, and it was futile whatever you did.

This little guy seemed to have completely changed into an adult.

In addition...

He had calculated this ploy with Maxwell as a backup.

After saying that...

Fernando looked over at Maxwell and said apologetically, "I'm sorry, boss."

Maxwell was a bit unhappy to be meshed into the ploy, but what else could he say when it was devised by a seven-year-old? Maxwell faintly smiled in response: "Don't worry about it!"

Maxwell didn't put it to heart.

Because Fernando was still calling him boss and wasn't throwing around his weight as the gnome race's prince. He was still showing an expression of a little brother, which made Maxwell quite happy internally. How cool was this when he could tell others that his little brother was a prince?

His relationship with Fernando was a bit different from Adam's.

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Spatial laws were the nemesis of the gnome race's arrays.

Asher's eyes turned fierce as the corner of his eyes twitched a bit. He glared at Maxwell and recalled the death of Axel. His heart turned grim as he said to himself, "Is this damn human really the reinforcement the little mongrel planned?"

Immediately after...

Asher laughed out gloomily before saying, "You want to use him to stop me? Little bastard mongrel, you want a trashy level 3 diamond ranker to stop me? It looks like you are really just a child with your naive thoughts."

At this time...

Maxwell faintly smiled and said with incomparable arrogance: "Whether I can stop you or not, we'll know once we give it a try. You damn little midget, why don't you test it out by using your Escape Array? We'll see if I can chop your head off the moment you try disappearing off into that space of yours."

Half of Axel's body had disappeared into that spatial crack before he was directly dragged out by Maxwell.

Asher hesitated.

When one uses the Escape Array, they cannot use other arrays. This means that they can't retaliate with an attack. When one's body starts moving randomly, the distorted spatial crack can crush one's body into nothing. This was one important point that all users were clear on.

The activation of the Escape Array cannot be interfered with by any outside force!

This was very similar to League of Legends' Recall ability. Any interruption during the 8-second channelling will stop the process.

Asher didn't dare to take the risk.

Maxwell saw through this and mocked Asher: "Damn midget, why aren't you using the Escape Array to run away? Go on, escape! Why don't you give it a try? You don't dare? Scared!"

"Who told you to be so smug? You never expected you'd see such a day, huh? You damn midget, that's even less than a beast!"

Maxwell let out a series of curses as he vented out everything that was suppressed within him.

Asher's expression underwent multiple changes. From red to green, from green to white, then from white to purple. His body was exuding a heat that was coming from his rage, and within the rage was an endless amount of killing intent.

Rage!

The boss was enraged!

The golden glow around his body was even more dazzling to behold.

Maxwell's lips curved up as he smiled in excitement.

Fernando's expression turned grim as he threw out a reminder: "Boss, don't piss him off too much."

"Huh?"

"Why not?" Maxwell was puzzled by this.

Fernando lowered his voice and said, "The Iron Blood Corps is actually not going to make a move against him, nor help him. If we can't find a way to kill Asher, we will die instead because the Iron Blood Corps will switch sides and align with him."

"Why didn't you mention this earlier?" Maxwell tried hiding his surprised expression.

Fernando continued saying: "This is the agreement I made with their commander. If Asher dies, they will support me. If he doesn't die, it is we who will die. I promised them that you'd definitely be able to get rid of Asher."

Why else would the Iron Blood Corps take such a risk if I didn't say this?

And why would they believe in Fernando's words?!

To convince the Iron Blood Corps to remain neutral and appear to help him on the surface, Fernando was going to appoint the commander to the position of General with other privileges. This position was something only those of the royal bloodline were qualified to have.

This was the status that the commander of the Iron Blood Corps had always wanted.

Greed.

This was something that appears everywhere and anywhere!

Maxwell hiddenly clenched his fists. He originally thought the Iron Blood Corps would be the vanguard against Asher, but didn't expect it to turn out like this. Maxwell's heart shuddered a bit as he realised he was almost played to death by the little squirt.

But...

This also made sense.

Otherwise, the rank quest wouldn't have been triggered.

Since that's the case, then...

Maxwell's lips curved up as he called out his Vampire Blade. The huge 1800-pound blade was then pointed at Asher's face as he coldly shouted with a domineering aura: "Damn little midget, do you dare to fight me one on one!"

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