The Regressed Mercenary's Machinations

Chapter 523

“What’s your name?”

The figure clad in silver armor broke the silence.

A response came from the Master of the Dead, shrouded deeply in a worn, gray robe.

“You seem worthy enough to know my name. I am Helgenique.”

“I see. I am Aiden, Executor of the Salvation Order.”

Around them lay countless corpses, piled high.

The bodies were in various states of decay—some long-rotted, others appearing freshly dead.

Among the corpses were knights clad in silver armor and many who resembled bandits.

However, Aiden was in a better state. Having anticipated the necromancer’s fighting style, he had held back much of his own strength, letting his subordinates bear the brunt of the battle.

It was Aiden’s preferred method—exhausting his opponent by sending in his forces and finishing them off at their weakest.

That way, he could minimize his own risks and claim all the glory.

But Helgenique’s abilities proved to be a terrible match for him. Aiden had already taken heavy losses, enough to draw criticism from the Order.

This opponent’s skill far exceeded his expectations.

Aiden examined his sword, turning it in his hand, and muttered,

“Continuing this fight would only cause more losses... I see now why your name is feared even at the edge of the continent.”

If Helgenique decided to flee while summoning more undead, it would spell disaster. Aiden hesitated, contemplating his next move.

‘Yes... that could work.’

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