Chapter 1281 Long Live the War God of Aploth

• Lady Arachna knew it was rare for King to say something like that to her. It proved he didn’t just see her as a disposable underling.
• Last time, she’d saved him—leaping off a cliff with him in her arms. If not for her, War God Lance would’ve ended him right there on the mountaintop.
• She fell quiet, a hint of hesitation in her eyes. If possible, she wanted King to keep the Clown around, too. Of the Eight War Generals, only she and the Clown were left. And the Clown was fiercely loyal to King. He’d lost an arm, sure, and his combat skill had dropped a notch, but he was still a Supreme Grandmaster-level elite. Losing a loyal man like that would be a real waste.