Chapter 177: Logans Desperate Plea (1/2)

”No! Please, spare me! I don't know what he said to you, but I'm certainly not a part of it!” Logan shouted to the Tribe Chief desperately.

He doesn't want to die here. He still wants to court that girl he had set his eyes on. His future was still bright. There's no way he's gonna let it all end here.

”Logan!” Nuon called out to him angrily.

He can't believe that he was so shameless. They helped him escape the prison and this was his response? Not even an ounce of gratitude?

”I don't know why you're still not seeing reality, Nuon. We will die here if we don't do something,” Logan replied to Nuon with a serious look in his eyes.

”Human, even if you plead to me, I won't let you go,” The Tribe Chief said to Logan calmly.

”No way…”

Logan dropped to his knees weakly. His eyes had fallen into the depths of despair.

”I had enough!” Lawrend shouted.

His eyes started glowing blue and small arcs of lightning appeared all over his body. His hair rose and formed spikes on his head.

”Lawrend…” Nuon stared at Lawrend in disbelief.

This was his first time seeing Lawrend like this. Even when he fought the Forest Wolves last time, he didn't react this crazily.

”Hm?” The Tribe Chief raised an eyebrow seeing Lawrend's appearance.

”No need to chant… I will end this quickly with my imagination,” Lawrend murmured calmly.

His eyes rested on Logan's body.

”L-Lawrend! Don't you dare! You will not pass this special mission if I die! Everything will all be for naught!” Logan shouted to him in terror.

”Reverse Lightning!” Lawrend ignored him and shouted.

BOOM!

A thick arc of lightning appeared from the ground and crawled throughout Logan's body before discharging onto the sky. It created a large lightning tree. Of course, Logan's body couldn't take it. His blood and body vaporized into a fine mist.

”H-He did it…” Nuon stared at the scene in shock.

Even the Tribe Chief couldn't believe his eyes seeing Lawrend kill Logan.

”Hahh… Hahh… Hahh…” Lawrend panted heavily.

This was his first time killing someone of his own will. For some reason, it felt good. The satisfaction of removing a pest or an itch that has been bothering him for days.

”Hmph. Your action will not change anything. The two of you will still be sentenced to the punishment,” The Tribe Chief said to him with a frown.

”Before that, can you look at this?”

Lawrend pulled something out from his pocket and showed it to the Tribe Chief.

”T-That is-!” The Tribe Chief exclaimed in shock as he stared at the small wooden sculpture of a fish in Lawrend's palm.

”I got his from a little catgirl named Feli Lana,” Lawrend said to them.

”Don't tell me…”