The Broken Halo Chapter 311: AKAZAAAAAAA!!!!

Despite knowing why rath told him to pay the absurd fee of five thousand rits, he just could not bring himself to easily do as she said.

It was a fucking blatant robbery in plain sight, and Jorra was extrely angry.

First it was Simon who was a worthless hybrid in his eyes.

Now, another lowly demon was extorting him?

Him?

Him?!

HIM?!!

Where would his pride and dignity go if he did not teach these lowly backwater and mouthwashed demons their place.

However, just as he was about to speak, a figure instantly appeared in front of him.

"Do not forget why we’re here. Control yourself. Reel in your killing intent, and don’t ruin everything all because of your pride and anger."

rath whispered gently but with a cold and solemn gaze as she held Jorra’s cheeks.

Though he was wearing a plain grey mask that covered his entire face, rath spoke like she could see the fury in his eyes.

There was an extrely tense silence as everybody watched the duo with varying expressions.

So were confused.

So had eyes of excitent, wondering if the duo were secretly lovers.

So were curious.

So were indifferent.

Many were disappointed.

Many were shocked.

And a few had solemn expressions.

Tibat was one of those few, and the reason for this is because of the killing intent she could feel from Jorra.

The killing intent was directed at her, so she felt the full brunt of it, and it made her instincts ring warning bells in her mind.

’Does he still have sothing else his sleeve?’ She wondered.

anwhile, rath’s unblinking eyes remained on Jorra who was still silent.

Then after an extrely long and tense ten seconds of silence, he spoke, and his voice was strangely and deathly calm.

"Five thousand rits is a lot."

rath nodded slightly. "I know, but it’s worthless compared to what we’ll lose if you don’t control yourself."

Jorra was silent for another three seconds.

"I’m going to kill them all."

rath nodded. "I know. I want to do the sa too, but we’ll have our revenge later. For now, be calm."

Jorra shifted his gaze to Tibat and he stared intensely at her for nearly six seconds before looking away and exhaling softly.

"Fine."

He gently slapped away rath’s hands from his face.

"Send the money to her. I don’t think I’ll be able to completely control myself if she’s so close to . I might just rip her head off."

"I’ll send you the money later."

rath chuckled softly at his words, then she shook her head and looked at Tibat who was sweating lightly behind her mask.

The weather was cool, cold in fact, but she was still sweating because of the killing intent both rath and Jorra released at her when they both expressed their desire to have revenge.

"Hey. We give up. Co and collect your money before I change my mind."

rath’s voice drifted into her ears, and Tibat looked at her with a dark expression behind her mask.

’Should I kill her? Should I kill both of them?’

She shifted her gaze to Agramormos who was panting and was looking at rath with a bone chilling glare.

’No. If I fail to kill her, then the situation would beco sothing else. She’s not a slave I can just kill, and the punishnt might be extrely heavy since she’s not just a bottom rank initiate or a slave.’

’A rank two initiate of the First Year is valued by the clan, and killing her would cause serious problems for . Even my backer would abandon for doing sothing so foolish.’

She shook her head slightly, then she approached the rath with a solemn gaze.

rath tilted her head slightly when Tibat stood before her, her black eyes flashing with an ominous evil red light for a fraction of a second.

"I won’t forget you." She said with a smile as she stretched out her hand for a handshake.

’Am I seeing things? Or did her eyes turn red for a second there?’

Tibat frowned deeply, but she decided to throw these thoughts to the back of her mind.

She looked at rath’s outstretched hand.

"I hope you know that you’re both paying five thousand rits. That makes it ten thousand rits."

rath’s smile behind her mask widened, and her eyes narrowed dangerously.

"You’re making your future death a lot worse than you think."

Despite the threat, Tibat controlled herself and remained calm.

Since she had already made these two her enemies, she’d rather go all the way and reap all the fruits of what she’d just done.

She knew that she was going overboard by extorting five thousand rits from her juniors, but the battle had gone in a direction she did not expect, and it was certain that she and the others would be fined and punished for using their chaos.

How could she collect a re thousand or two thousand rits after everything?

Even if she collected a hundred rits, these two still hated her.

So, she chose to go all the way.

’It’s a sha that I’ll have to share the ten thousand rits with Agramormos and Belafar. I know, I’ll give Belafar the least share.’

She stretched out her right hand to shake rath’s, so the rits could be transferred.

But just as their hands were about to touch, screams began to echo from behind her.

"WHAT THE—!"

"WHO THE HELL ARE YOU GUYS?!"

"FUCK!"

"STOP!"

Tibat, rath, Jorra, and Agramormos turned to look at their gang mbers, who were cursing loudly.

That was when they saw it.

A new group of initiates- over thirty of them- erged from beneath the causeway, leaping up onto its surface like ants.

They jumped into the midst of the gang mbers, wielding tal staffs, bats, and hamrs.

All of them carried blunt weapons, and they brought them down hard on the bodies of the gang mbers, sending many crashing to the ground.

What? What is going on? Who are these guys? I don’t recognize them.

Just as Tibat had these thoughts, Belafar’s roar of fury tore through the air.

"AKAZAAAAAAA!!!!"