No, why were things so different from what he had anticipated?
Moriarty’s broken flesh wriggled through the gaps of hundreds of platinum and diamond-tier items, condensing in the air into a massive meatball, gradually returning to the appearance of the Heaven-devouring Rat King.
He admitted that the Pen of Truth had just finished rewriting reality, which made him nervous. It had been pressuring him for years, and he knew that the pen’s rewriting of reality was absolute. He was distracted for a moment, and that had allowed Watson to take Zeke and the others away. He only made that one blunder. The safety of those people at the border was still in his control. Watson had no right to attack him.
Was Watson not afraid that he would turn the border into a river of blood in a fit of anger? He would be the sinner if that were to happen.
“I am not sure what you are thinking, but your threats are completely ineffective! I only care about my family and friends. What does what happens at the border have to do with me?”
As if sensing Moriarty’s doubt, a hundred-meter-wide chaotic combat aura domain appeared beneath Watson’s feet, destroying half of the rat’s claw that was holding him.
Watson raised his head after wiping the dust off his body. His tender face was tinged with frost. “You’ve committed a crime. Don’t you think it is absurd to punish me for your mistake?”
“You—”
Moriarty opened his mouse mouth to say something, but Watson had already stretched a finger toward him and released the ability that was unique to platinum-tier mages—the Strictly Enforced Words.
“Kneel.”
Moriarty’s two thick hind claws trembled with a plop. He could not help but kneel on the ground, digging two deep pits into it. He had a panicked expression on his face.
His body was a platinum-tier magical beast. Watson did not cast any spells. He simply used his words to give him the illusion that it was difficult to resist. Watson’s strength had increased significantly over the past two days. How could a person’s strength increase so rapidly?
An evil person, according to the King’s words, could live longer. He admitted that the King’s words had also changed him for the worse. Why was he still treated in that manner? Was he not evil enough?
He turned his head to ask Sylvan for assistance. “How much longer do you want to see this, Sylvan, my good junior brother? If I die now, at least half of the border’s population will perish. Can you bear such a crime when the King blames you? If you can’t take it any longer, please assist me in stopping Watson.”
“I am not going to get involved in this, Moriarty! I don’t want the border to be destroyed if I can help it. How can you guarantee that the border will be safe even after I help you?”
Moriarty’s words did not enchant Sylvan, who shook his head instead.
Of course, he was not a moron; he was the border count. He had a strained relationship with the King. Even if Moriarty did not use goldbiter rats to destroy the border, the King would devise other means to do that. A compromise with Moriarty would not improve the situation. On the contrary, it would put him in the opposite direction of Watson.
After seeing Watson’s methods, Sylvan realized that even if everyone on the border had died, his power would only grow as long as he had Watson. Watson could easily defeat thousands of troops on his own.
“Master Antonio, I know that I am in the wrong! Everything I had done before this was instructed by the King, and I deeply regret that. Please help me.”
Moriarty panicked when he saw Sylvan ignore his threat and could only beg Antonio for mercy.
“Moriarty, if you truly repent and reveal the truth about His Majesty the King’s conspiracy, perhaps I can persuade Watson to let you go for the sake of history.”
Antonio sighed; his expression seemed irritable.
“I will tell you now! I will tell you now! I—” Moriarty sputtered. Just as he was about to say something else, a tender fist appeared in front of him. It quickly magnified and slammed into his face with ferocity.
The rat’s head exploded with a swoosh, revealing a bloodied neck. His body slammed into the ground, forming a deep pit in the process.
Watson stood in front of Moriarty, who had fallen to the ground. He wiped the blood from his fist and said indifferently, “That punch was for my brothers.”
“B*stard! Master Antonio said he would let me off the hook, so why did you still attack me? Do you really want to know what the King said to me?” Moriarty screamed as the lost head grew back.
Bang!
Another punch was thrown in response. Watson’s punch pushed the chaotic domain he had just unleashed directly onto Moriarty’s body, crushing half of him into a bloody mist. His bones were crushed by the chaotic combat aura that filled the air.
“Master forgave you, but not me. That punch was for the people who suffer every year as a result of the magical beasts you released every winter.”
Watson did not stop after that punch. Under his feet, the domain shifted from the Chaotic Domain to the Light Domain. It was another punch; a swarm of light-colored swords flew toward Moriarty’s body, severing it. Then, with a third punch, the domain beneath Watson’s feet shifted once more. It had devolved into a dark domain. Moriarty’s scattered flesh was swallowed by the black shade, which had transformed into a large jaw.
It was like a storm of punches, one after the other. Every punch Watson threw became a Law of Domain, and the heavy aura landed on Moriarty’s body, shattering it into pieces. That power created a 100-meter-long ravine on the ground.
Bang, Bang, Bang!
The earth-shattering sound echoed throughout Blackmoon Town.
“I am saving this punch for my master. My master has been put in a difficult position as a result of what you have done.”
“This punch is for the border count and the citizens at the border who’re about to perish.”
“And this punch is for the two mayors you have eaten.”
…
“As for that last punch, it is for me! You have made me feel sick. A beast like you has no right to exist in this world.”
Moriarty’s body was crushed in front of Watson after countless punches, and his rotten flesh turned into blood. The blood had turned into a bloody mist, which was scattered by the blast from his punches.
That several-minute-long battle could no longer be called a battle but rather a form of execution. After squeezing the last drop of blood from Moriarty’s body, Watson turned around and walked toward his three brothers and said, “Brothers, are you okay?”
“Do not worry, Watson. We are fine. You did an excellent job.”
Zeke and the other two grimaced as they stood up and gave Watson the thumbs up. Their blood boiled after witnessing Watson ripping Moriarty’s body apart with his fist. His fists had collided with the flesh before they were blown into pieces. There was no other way to kill such a man.
“The situation is not yet resolved. I am going to make Moriarty pay ten to a hundredfold for what he did to my brothers.”
Watson’s tone was calm, but his cruelty made people shudder. Watson turned to face Antonio. “Master, I don’t know how to heal. Please assist my brothers in their recovery.”
Antonio moved his lips as if he wanted to say something. Finally, he sighed and said, “I understand.”
Watson walked to where Moriarty’s body had vanished and twisted the Wish for the World ring on his finger after he had dealt with his brothers. “I would like to make a wish to assist Moriarty in his recovery. The price is one year of my master’s life.”
He was a man who kept his word. He had purposefully left parts of the Heaven-devouring Rat King on the ground when he killed Moriarty. He intended to use those parts to resurrect Moriarty and subject him to the agony of being killed numerous times. Only then would he be able to let go of his rage.
Hey!
Antonio, who stood at the side, looked as if he wanted to say something again.
He was about to say it when he realized he could not. He had depleted his lifespan by producing a large number of platinum and diamond-tier items, and he was too frail. However, Watson still wasted his lifespan. Was he not afraid that he would die? He would lose a good master to torture Moriarty. No matter how he looked at it, it was not a good deal. Did Watson forget about that because he was too angry?
When he saw Watson’s furious expression, his heart trembled inexplicably, and he dared not speak.
