Translator: Nyoi-Bo Studio Editor: Nyoi-Bo Studio
Ah!
The husky man in black armor, called Emika, screamed miserably at the top of his throat. His chest’s flesh was mangled, and blood gushed out of him, while his Godhead was in the brutal bald man’s grasp, and it was almost deformed by him. It would be shortly crushed. The man struggled with all his might, but he wasn’t a match for his opponent, and his struggles turned weaker because he had lost too much blood. His injuries were too grave.
“Speak! I will give you the last chance. If you still don’t say where the object is, I will, first, tear you into shreds before I crush your Godhead.” The bald man was brutal, and he held Emika’s legs with his hands as he spoke. He pulled them strongly toward both sides. The dying Emika immediately let out miserable screams, and blood started seeping from the end of his thighs.
Someone sighed. “What a pitiful guy!”
“That is right. He’s really too pitiful. He just suspected that the guy stole an object, yet he unexpectedly…”
…
When the numerous Wanderers observing this from the vicinity saw this brutal sight, they started discussing this spiritedly in low voices. They were Wanderers for many years who had visited places unbeknownst to most people and had seen all kinds of matters. But they still rarely saw someone as brutal as the bald man.
“Hehe, I heard that this guy has many companions. Some of them escaped out of the camp, while some are still hidden within the camp. If you are real men, then come out for me.” The bald man’s eyes were bloodshot, and he spoke as he swept the crowd with his ferocious gaze. Several Wanderers planned to join hands and intervene to mediate between both parties, but after the bald man glared at them with his ferocious gaze, they got hesitant again.
“What a pitiful guy! Just look at this. No one can save you, and even if you cry louder, no one will come to save you.” The bald man laughed cruelly before he started pulling at the man strongly again. Emika didn’t have any power left to struggle, and his body just spasmed due to the pain. He opened his mouth wide and let out inhuman cries of pain.
“It’s enough. Even if he stole your stuff, you still shouldn’t torment him like this. You should at most kill him.” When the kindhearted Chief Elven Priestess that practiced the Life Law had discerned that the bald man had turned crueler, she couldn’t bear observing this any longer and she stepped forward bravely. She was quite swift and the Sword God Gerald next to her couldn’t obstruct her in time.
Was this an Elf practicing the Life Law?
When the bald man saw the pretty Chief Elven Priestess and detected the intense Energy Ripples within her body, his eyes lit up. There were a few experts practicing the Life Law among Wanderers and Elves were even more rarely seen. If he captured this beautiful Elf and offered her to his young master, he would be surely delighted. He would manage to redeem his mistake with a contribution. He would manage to shirk from the responsibility of losing the Dragon Head Ring to thieves.
The bald man was powerful and brutal, but when he thought about the clan’s punishment, even a slaughterer like him couldn’t help but shiver with fear.
This time, when the young master went out, he managed to get a Dragon Head Ring with great difficulty, but he lost it because the bald man didn’t look after it well. He couldn’t afford to take the blame for this, and if the young master’s group couldn’t get back the Dragon Head Ring by chasing Emika’s companions, then he would be in great trouble.
“Humph! You have stolen our young master’s stuff and you won’t get an easy death.” The bald man snorted coldly before he spoke coldly, “Even a trifling Mid-Level Deity dares to meddle in other people’s business. I suspect that you are this guy’s companion. You have now two choices: you can either follow me obediently or be torn into two halves like him.”
“You!” The Chief Elven Priestess was startled and infuriated. She didn’t expect that this guy would be so rude and unreasonable.
“Hehe, if you follow me, you will get many benefits, and you won’t face any harm. As long as you serve our young master well and please him, it wouldn’t matter that you have stolen that treasure. As long as your skill in the bed is satisfying, you will get unimaginable benefits.” The bald man strode forward several steps and observed the Chief Elven Priestess’s pretty face at close distance. He couldn’t help but swallow his saliva.
If he didn’t want to fawn over his young master and atone for his mistake with a contribution, he would capture this beauty without the least bit of hesitation. He would have taken her into the jungle’s depths before having his way with her and enjoying her.
Good skill in the bed as well as serving and pleasing someone?
The Chief Elven Priestess’s expression changed drastically. She didn’t expect that the bald man wouldn’t just slander her by saying that she was a companion of the husky man in black armor. He still stated such vulgar words to her face. He really bullied her intolerably. She had been Tailun Continent’s lofty God-Level Expert for the past innumerable years, and she was even the Elf Clan’s lofty chief priestess. None had ever dared to act so rudely in front of her!
Swoosh!
As a “swooshing” sound echoed out, the Sword God Gerald pulled out his sharp sword and rushed over swiftly. He quickly stood sideways in front of the Chief Elven Priestess and glared coldly at the bald man near him. He didn’t utter a single word, but his sword emitted wisps of sharp Sword Energy and he started building up power. The numerous Golden Cloak Warriors and Elves behind him also pulled out their weapons. There was a great disparity between their power and the bald man’s power, but none of them cowered.
The bald man laughed. “If It was just two Mid-Level Deities, it would still have been fine, but even people with just Sacred-Level and Domain-Level’s power dared to step forward? You are just seeking death!” The bald man looked at the Golden Cloak Warriors and Elves behind the Chief Elven Priestess and laughed heartily. He had an apex High-Level Deity’s power, and even if 18 Mid-Level Deities fought him together, they wouldn’t be a match for him, let alone two Mid-Level Deities and people with just Sacred-Level and Domain-Level’s power.
Someone in the crowd sighed. “They have low power, yet they stepped forward. Isn’t this just…”
“That is right, if they were a group of High-Level Deities, it would still be not bad.”
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The crowd looked at the Golden Cloak Warriors and Elves behind the Chief Elven Priestess and shook their heads. The bald man possessed great power, and even ordinary High-Level Deities weren’t a match for him. This was why he was so brash and insolent. The power of the Chief Elven Priestess and her companions was too lacking in comparison to him, and they wouldn’t be a match for him even if they faced him together.
“I will give you one last chance. Just come with me obediently and you will surely get many benefits. I can even spare your companions’ lives. But…” the bald man paused for a moment before he said coldly, “if you seek death by yourself, don’t blame me for what will occur later.”
The bald man wanted to intimidate them further, and this was why he took out the sharp, heavy axe on his back as he spoke. He cleaved a deep fissure on the ground. Even though he was certain that he could dispose of the Sword God Gerald’s group, he still didn’t want to fight rashly unless it was absolutely necessary.
Weapons were blind, and if he slashed the pretty Chief Elven Priestess’s face and left a scar on it, he wouldn’t manage to achieve his objective. The young master loved flawless women, and if he left a scar that couldn’t be healed on the Chief Elven Priestess’s body, the consequences would be more dreadful than what he would face because he had lost the Dragon Head Ring.
“Sir, our group has just rushed here from the Red River and we surely aren’t this thief’s companions. Sir, don’t you think that this is a misunderstanding?” When a fight was about to occur, the black-robed old man, Wilcox, exchanged a glance with Richardson before he spoke as he strode over.
“Well? Why are there so many Wanderers? The bald man looked at Wilcox, who came out before he looked at Yang Ling, Richardson, and others behind him. He was surprised by this, and he furrowed his brows. He hadn’t expected that the Chief Elven Priestess still had so many companions.
The Wanderers with a Low-Level or Mid-Level Deity’s power were still manageable, but Richardson had an apex High-Level Deity’s power, and he felt instinctive danger from him. Richardson’s large, scarlet sword let the bald man recall the Death Plane’s famous Cutting Edge Warriors, and he couldn’t help but think of the powerful Green Clan. This was one of the Death Plane’s factions that had power on par with the King of Darkness, and even the bald man’s Algernon Divine Branch didn’t dare to provoke it rashly.
The fame of the Green Clan’s Cutting Edge Warriors had once intimidated all beings, and even the Divine Lords of the various Great Divine Branches in the Order, Chaos, and other Main Planes didn’t dare to fight them rashly.
It seemed like this matter was quite thorny!
“This hateful guy has stolen a very precious object of our young master, and if we can’t get back, he wouldn’t manage to make up for our losses even with a thousand deaths. I suspect that this Elf is his companion, and she must come with me at all costs. If I can ascertain that this matter isn’t related to her after investigating this clearly, I will obviously release her.” The bald man spoke as he sneakily released a Magical Message. He asked for help from his young master’s group that had left the camp!
“Two days ago, a Sharo Pig raised by us disappeared, and I detected a familiar odor from you. I suspect that you have stolen our pet. You must know that it wasn’t an ordinary Sharo Pig. It can’t just sing; it can also speak and curse people. If we can’t find it, you won’t manage to make up for our losses even with a thousand or ten thousand deaths. Now, you must come with us at all costs. If I can ascertain that this matter isn’t related to you after investigating this clearly, and I can ascertain that you aren’t our pig,” Yang Ling sneered coldly and said, “you can set your mind at ease. If I can ascertain that you didn’t steal our pig, we will obviously release you.”
The bald man dared to set his eyes on the Chief Elven Priestess that Yang Ling respected, and he planned to capture her to offer her as a servant to his young master. After Yang Ling discerned this, he still wore an indifferent look, but his heart raged with anger, and he started pondering how he could launch a single deadly strike to dispose of this hateful guy.
If a scholar ran into a soldier, his reasonable arguments wouldn’t be of any use. One should use the same approach as a vile man to deal with a vile man. Since this guy was so cruel, then he could only act more brutally than him.
The Graveyard of Gods and Devils was filled with dangers, and he didn’t want any trouble. He didn’t want to have a conflict with the faction supporting the bald man, but this still didn’t mean that he would allow him to bully him. Everyone should mind his own business, and since this guy didn’t know what was good for him, he didn’t mean to teach him a fierce lesson or even kill him before fleeing far away.
