Sylvara's Rebirth A New Dawn for Abel novel Chapter 191

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A huge black swarm and she handled it in only a few minutes?

Throw this human wrecking ball at the Swarmborn and didn’t even need to lift a finger, right?

Sylvara’s sharp gaze cut across the thirty-something bulky men. “You killed those Swarmborn hosts, not

me.”

Carlos froze. “Why?”

Sylvara brushed her palms like she dusted them off. “Why? You get paid by the number of Swarmborn heads you take. I’m raising your paycheck.”

All thirty-something men stepped back, lifted their hands, and said together, “That credit is yours, not ours. Hunting Legion rules say no one steals credit. Anyone who does gets eighty-eight lashes, loses military rank, and their family gets banned from service for three generations.”

Hearing that, Sylvara gave her bargain-bin husband a silent thumbs-up.

W

Their sense of duty was perfect.

“Fine. If you won’t take the credit, then don’t you dare tell your commander I did it. Clear?” Sylvara settled for the next best thing.

The men stared at each other, confused.

Carlos edged up slow. “Why?”

Sylvara threw her hands out and talked fast. “Do we need to spell it out? Your commander loves talent.” They nodded. “He does.”

Sylvara said, “If he figures out I’m way stronger than he thought, he’ll chain me to your legion right away.

Then what?”

Everyone was speechless.

The logic twisted like a pretzel.

But it made sense in a weird way. No one could argue.

“So move. Clean the field. Burn the bodies or bury them right here.” Sylvara tapped the comm at her ear and reminded the Hunting Legion adjutants, “General Kenobia already sent the order. Everyone hunts the Swarmborn Crown Prince.

“Either he kills us or we kill him. As long as he’s on this planet, none of us leave.”

The men were shaken, almost unable to believe it.

They really came here to hunt Level 6 and above mutant beasts.

Turning into bugs chased by 310,000 people was already awful.

Now, as the bugs, they were hunted by others while also being told to hunt someone else. What kind of nightmare was this?

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Sylvara watched their pale faces and wide eyes and couldn’t help admiring that Blake really was cut from the same cloth as Agares.

That quick strike.

That cold and decisive nature.

That ruthless, clever, dark mind that always pushed through.

Agares, being his student, didn’t inherit Blake’s cruel edge, probably because of His Majesty’s influence and Agares’s own talent.

“Where is this?” Veyric Storm pushed up, rubbing the back of his head and neck that felt sore, like someone smacked him. He stared at the strange jungle. “Where’s the brown bear?”

When she saw him wake, Sylvara snapped into smooth talk mode. “Veyric, I gave you too much credit. And you’re asking about a brown bear? You saw Agares fight and passed out from excitement.

“We dragged you out of there and got split from His Highness. And your first question is about a bear? Did a three-headed monster eat your common sense?”

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