“Wow~”
Veronica walked over to Fabiana, gazing at the bodies of the noble young masters scattered across the ground. She hadn’t expected Fabiana to hate them this much.
After spending some time together, Veronica had always thought Fabiana was just an indecisive righteous knight—the kind of person she hated most.
But now, she had to change her opinion.
“Jason slipped away. Niubao and I are going after him—we should still make it in time. War Marshal, you go help the Archbishop.”
Veronica called for Niubao, and the two of them left first, ready to head out and intercept Jason.
“I can help you. I’ll block all routes in Green Peach Grove—no one will be able to escape.”
Fabiana slowly turned around and said calmly.
Then, the Skeleton Knights mobilized as a group, following Veronica and Minobao to clear out the remaining areas of Green Peach Grove.
When the two stepped outside, they discovered that even more Skeleton Knights had already started executing all the Slave Knights in Green Peach Grove.
This time, they were even more ruthless, striking without mercy and leaving no survivors.
So these Skeleton Knights really could kill people.
If they had gone on a killing spree on Black Street earlier, that place would have been a river of blood by now.
Veronica felt a little relieved that she hadn’t chosen to stand against them back then.
Otherwise, she probably wouldn’t even know how she died.
Furthermore, a large number of Skeleton Knights had already been deployed in the bamboo forest outside.
They sealed off all entrances and exits of Green Peach Grove, completely cutting off the Slave Knights’ escape routes, and slaughtered every last one of these wicked criminals.
There were several hundred Slave Knights here, a considerable armed force.
Yet against an equal number of Skeleton Knights, they were utterly routed.
After evolving into their complete form, the Skeleton Knights’ individual strength was no less than that of the Slave Knights.
Moreover, they felt no pain, feared no death, coordinated seamlessly, charged and fought with abandon, supported each other without gaps, and were utterly unstoppable.
The Slave Knights, on the other hand, had all long since lost their nerve.
Their boss was dead, their command structure was in chaos, and they couldn’t mount any effective counterattack. Like headless flies, they were picked off one by one by the Skeleton Knights.
Tonight’s Green Peach Grove held no pleasure—only slaughter.
“Damn it! Monsters!”
Bodyguard Captain Jason scurried around like an indestructible cockroach, desperately searching for a way out of Green Peach Grove.
But Skeleton Knights were everywhere, blocking all his escape routes.
There were eyes everywhere.
Moreover, information and vision were shared among the Skeleton Knights.
As soon as one Skeleton Knight spotted an enemy, the entire force immediately knew his location.
Given Jason’s strength, if he really forced his way through, it wasn’t impossible for him to break out.
But he was scared.
He couldn’t understand what kind of monsters these Skeleton Knights were.
Although their individual strength wasn’t particularly overwhelming, they came with fear suppression and frost-fire reflective armor—they were monsters born for group combat.
So he chickened out.
Combined with the cautious, suspicious nature of an assassin, he kept pacing in place, wasting a lot of time.
“Found you, Jason.”
In the end, he was cornered in the courtyard by Veronica and Minobao.
What’s more, all the entrances and exits of the courtyard were guarded by Skeleton Knights—truly impossible to escape even with wings.
“You like backstabbing me? Looks like you chose the wrong boss. Your boss is dead already. Let me show you what my boss can do. Let’s see how you survive this time.”
Veronica wore the smug look of someone who had gotten a leg up, laughing with particular arrogance.
“You killed Young Master Perry? Count Perry won’t let you get away with this!”
Jason roared angrily, but his voice was clearly trembling.
“Don’t worry, you don’t need to tell us. Next on our list is Count Perry himself.”
Veronica tossed aside the broken sword in her hand, which was covered in nicks, and borrowed two Demon Knives from Niubao.
However, Demon Knives in the hands of an outsider wouldn’t unlock the kill-stacking effect.
After all, these demonic weapons had long since bonded with Niubao.
The Demon Broken Sword was another matter.
Of the seven Demon Knives, three had already been fully stacked.
Four more to go.
Given the scale of the human infighting on the West Coast, stacking four hundred layers would be a piece of cake.
“You’re rebelling! You’ve gone completely lawless!”
Jason shouted, but his tone was clearly weak.
“Niubao, let’s take him together.”
Veronica wasn’t the type to fight with martial virtue.
If she could gang up, she would—as long as she got revenge.
It wasn’t just Niubao.
Even all the surrounding Skeleton Knights swarmed in.
Everyone charged at once, determined to tear the traitor Jason to pieces.
Jason had still been raising his blade, trying to put up a fight.
But as soon as he saw this hopeless scene, his heart sank, and he simply stood still, waiting to die, abandoning all resistance.
Slash!
Minobao rushed in with a quick slash, knocking him straight to the ground.
The most disgusting part was that she was using the Snake Abyss Sword.
Half the blade of this sword was serrated, so a single swing couldn’t cleanly cut a person in two.
It couldn’t grant a quick death.
One strike would only shred the enemy’s shoulder to pieces.
He couldn’t die immediately, only lie on the ground bleeding painfully, slowly waiting for death.
“The Ghost Society will avenge me…”
Jason lay on the ground, still running his mouth even at death’s door.
“Ghosts? Can they beat the undead?”
Veronica didn’t even need to lift a finger herself—her teammate had already dealt with the traitor.
Fortunately, the kind-hearted Niubao raised her Demon Knife and stabbed Jason in the heart as a finishing blow, ending his suffering—very humane.
Of course, “kind-hearted” wasn’t exactly accurate.
She just used the Demon Knife to kill him, conveniently stacking a kill—so his death had some value.
The Snake Abyss Sword was an extremely evil weapon, specifically designed for bloodletting.
Even a mere graze would be enough to tear the skin and flesh.
It excelled at draining blood and prolonged torture, a vicious weapon meant for evenly matched opponents.
But it didn’t matter.
In Minobao’s hands, it just meant brute force worked miracles.
The stranger the weapon, the faster the victory.
Minobao turned around and saw a group of slave girls walking out of the cells one by one.
They had been rescued by the Skeleton Knights.
But each of them was pale, huddled together, trembling, having no idea what was happening.
This reminded Niubao of her former self.
She herself had been a slave girl.
If Lady Samimi hadn’t taken her in, her fate would have been even worse than these girls’.
“It’s okay, you’re safe now. You’re free.”
Minobao actually walked over to comfort these slave girls, trying to calm their fear.
“Ahhhhh—!”
But as soon as the slave girls saw this bloodthirsty beastman nun, they screamed in terror, turned around, and shrank back into their cells.
It could only be said that the Snake Abyss Sword was too frightening, and by association, she had scared them as well.
This made Niubao very dejected. She hung her head, listless.
Niubao rarely showed such a sad expression.
The first time she proactively reached out to others with kindness, this was the response she got.
So frustrating.
“Niubao, forget about them. There are still some evildoers resisting. We can’t let them escape—not a single one.”
Veronica called out.
“Even Jason couldn’t escape with wings, so no one else stands a chance. Now that the Skeleton Knights have sealed off all exits of Green Peach Grove, let’s finish the job—kill everyone involved in this filthy business, leave no one alive.”
Only the dead keep secrets best.
It wasn’t yet time for their revenge squad to be exposed to the public.
“Coming!”
As soon as she heard there were more people to kill, Niubao immediately perked up, picked up her sword, and went back to slaughter.
Meanwhile, on the other side—
BOOM!
A skyward explosion.
The auction hall had been completely flattened by the Black-robed Mage’s Fire Magic.
The surroundings were filled with charred corpses—guests who hadn’t managed to escape and were caught in the blast.
Yet even after throwing dozens of Chaotic Fireballs, he still couldn’t blast through the five Walls of Thorns.
In the end, only the auction hall was flattened.
The Black-robed Mage had completely lost his mind. No longer conserving mana, he crazily poured Fire Element into the Chaotic Fireballs, to the point that several fireballs exploded on their own from the strain.
“Hmph~”
Samimi let out a scornful laugh.
Because this scene, which seemed terrifying to outsiders, was nothing more than a farce more ridiculous than a clown in Samimi’s eyes.
Moreover, she deliberately sent this sneer out through Magic Telepathy.
Clown King Beibei’s specialty was mana compression.
And this old man’s mana compression skill was as laughable as someone who couldn’t hold their pee.
Pure waste of mana—the power hadn’t increased in essence at all.
“If you weren’t a Fire Mage, I might still show you some respect. But now… this is too boring. Time to end it. [Domain: Twin Goddess].”
She said boring with her mouth, but cursed him as trash in her heart.
But in the end, Samimi still activated her own Magic Domain.
A deep red magic circle spread out of nowhere.
The Twin Goddess Statue slowly rose from within the four Walls of Thorns, directly piercing through the fifth wall that served as the ceiling of thorns.
Samimi stood atop the Twin Goddess Statue, her feet on the base of the wings, hands behind her back, exuding authority.
After all, her opponent was a tutor-level mage.
She couldn’t afford to be too arrogant.
Although she could use the corrosive property of Briar Magic to counter Fire Magic, if the opponent chose to fight to the death, she still had to be careful.
No.
To be precise, a fight to the death was almost inevitable.
Otherwise, how could this old man contend with her Magic Domain?
“[World-Destroying]!”
As expected, the Black-robed Mage began chanting his strongest spell.
His face twisted, teeth clenched, he directly squeezed out all his remaining mana, aiming to shatter the enemy’s Magic Domain in one blow.
An overwhelming surge of pure fire element shot into the sky, almost covering the entire heavens.
Then, those flames rolled back like a tidal wave, condensing behind him into an absurdly huge, super-massive fireball.
This move required an extremely long charge time.
It was a genuine high-level spell.
Samimi, however, wasn’t worried at all.
She just stood in her Magic Domain, like she was idling, quietly waiting for the old man to finish chanting his high-level spell.
This could only be described as a bad professional habit among mages.
Back when the Lion King fought the Demon-Hunting Nun, he had made the same mistake.
He could have interrupted the enemy’s spellcasting, but he insisted on letting them complete the magic ritual.
That time with the Lion King was just an apprentice spar, so it could barely be excused.
But this was a life-or-death magic duel.
Hajime, are you still going to hold back?