He was one of the first people to discover this place, yet due to Lynn's instigation, internal strife arose. During the battle and conflict, he was injured and fell unconscious on the spot.
Later, after being rescued by the nuns of the Silent Church, he barely woke up. However, before he had a chance to leave, he suffered another disaster.
It seemed his luck was at its worst.
Yet, this was not the reason Casimo was noticing him.
Among those present, many Transcendents were merely placeholder members – either due to family connections or noble lineage, they were forcefully placed in the organization for mere veneer. This was common everywhere.
Due to these people's lack of discipline and mental resilience, they were mixed into the teams, thus resulting in this chaos.
If all the nobles here were replaced with members from the Military Department or Punisher Squad, it wouldn't turn defeat into victory, but at least it would maintain formation and launch one or two counterattacks.
However, all this was now wishful thinking.
Therefore, Casimo decided not to place his hopes of survival on these fools but to seek cooperation with someone valuable.
"Do you carry a Sealed Object?
Amidst the chaos, Casimo dodged attacks from all directions as he approached the Punisher Captain.
"Judge's Scale," the Punisher Captain, not interested in small talk, simply showed him the golden scale, "At the moment, Extraordinary Power can hardly be utilized, so I have only one last chance to use this."
"That's enough," a hint of joy flashed in Casimo's eyes, "As far as I know, the Tomb of the Dead Silence only affects living entities, and Sealed Objects without living characteristics are generally not within the restricted range."
As he spoke, he slowly drew the Military Dagger from his waist that had just killed Lynn.
At that moment, the originally dark blade shimmered with a lava-like, slowly flowing dark golden hue, emanating a sharp and solemn aura.
This too was a powerful Sealed Object. Combined with the physique Casimo honed in the Military Department, he could forcefully break through numerous limbs' obstructions and strike Amputator Burshman.
Hearing this, the Punisher Captain took a deep breath.
At this point, there was no room to discuss strategy further; the lives of everyone depended on these two men.
There was only one chance to try.
That was when Burshman had killed the ninety-ninth Fourth Rank Transcendent and was about to advance to the Fifth Rank Legend.
At that moment, his power and vigilance would be unprecedentedly lowered.
And if they failed, everyone's fate was imaginable.
"The ninety-fifth person!"
Accompanied by Burshman's mad laughter, another desperate Transcendent screamed as his limbs were split apart then ground into meat, transforming into a crimson energy that surged into his nostrils and mouth.
His already immensely powerful aura rose slightly.
Bones shattered, blood and flesh flew.
Each time a number was called out, the crowd grew increasingly desperate.
That voice, like a death warrant, signaled that their time of death was approaching.
Once more, a mass of desperate energy flowed into Burshman's body.
At this moment, his entire body was enveloped in a crimson glow of blood, coated in layers of blood and pieces of corpses, an extremely grotesque sight.
And the originally Fourth Rank Extraordinary Power, aided by so many sacrifices, finally underwent a transformation!
It was the last step towards becoming Legendary.
Just one more sacrifice was needed for the promotion.
Seeing this, Casimo nonchalantly exchanged glances with the Punisher Captain in the crowd.
A second later, with five blood-drenched fingers falling into the scale, the Punisher Captain furrowed his brows, enduring the pain.
This wasn't the work of the Amputator, but he had cut off his own fingers himself, as a price to pay.
After all, Burshman's strength was too formidable; simply using Gold Coins wouldn't likely provoke any reaction from the Judge's Scale.
"I request a judgment: For the price of five fingers, temporarily deprive 'Amputator Burshman' of his ability to act."
Instantly, golden light twinkled, a familiar scale mark appeared above Burshman's head, seizing an intangible entity.
Seeing this, the Punisher Captain, despite the pain, shouted loudly, "The Judge's Scale can only suppress him for three seconds! Move now!!!"
But a second before his words came out, Casimo, who had been observing from the side, reacted.
The next second, he turned into a shadow and dashed toward the immobilized monster.
The Military Dagger in his hand flared with molten-colored brightness.
Watching Burshman, whose entire body was frozen by the golden light, temporarily losing the ability to move, Casimo raised the Military Dagger and forcefully stabbed towards his heart!
He screamed inwardly.
The thought of the rewards and titles he would receive after successfully killing the Amputator, perhaps even replacing Xiya in the Military Department, kindled a fire in Casimo's heart.
As the saying goes, fortune favors the bold, and he was always a gambler.
This time... it seemed he had bet_wrong.
At this moment, the distance between Casimo and the Amputator was merely less than half a meter, the tip of the Military Dagger even touching the opponent's chest.