The Demon Emperor was Saint Emperor

Chapter 266 - 248: Slaughter II

At this moment, Lynn halted midway, spotting the Water Element Giant Dragon that suddenly went berserk, striking its allies. He realized that he had been recognized.

However, Lynn had no intention of sparing the life of a dragon that acted as an accomplice or direct participant in slave trade, be it human or beastman, not even if it showed signs of wanting to repent.

For those who committed such heinous crimes, Lynn had only one stance — pursue them to extinction, leaving none alive.

This time, Hu Lie indeed led a large number of people, yet despite the might in numbers, the group faced devastation; first by the rampaging she-dragon, then by the turncoat dragon wreaking havoc, and finally trapped by the smiling slave woman blocking their retreat.

Their advantage in numbers lasted barely three minutes before they were besieged from the front, center, and rear, leaving only one dragon and one beastman.

"Lord Lynn, I..."

Seeing Natasha almost wipe out everyone but not strike him, the dragon Quint felt a spark of hope in his heart.

"Kill yourself, I’ll leave your body intact, and won’t pursue your un-involved family dragons."

Yet, within less than three seconds, the little glimmer of hope Quint had was ruthlessly snuffed out.

He looked bitterly at the ground strewn with dismembered corpses, recalling his wife and children far away in Dragon Valley. At this moment, he felt extremely thankful that although his wife from the Dragon Race was unfaithful, at least she did not end up like him. With Lynn’s authority, at least his wife and children would be spared.

Facing death, Quint prayed to the mighty Dragon God, hoping at least one of his son or daughter carried his blood...

Meanwhile, observing the strongest dragon among them that faced betrayal in battle and still couldn’t preserve its life, swept away by just a word from that man — even a famous fool like Hu Lie started to get a sense of what was happening.

Yet, watching the giant dragon Quint transform into human shape before collapsing on the ground, Hu Lie was too dazed to come up with any words of plea.

"Lead the way, to your home, for a little slaughter."

Seeing the sole survivor looking stunned and foolish, Lynn disdainfully kicked him and urged on.

"Oh..."

Completely lost, Hu Lie had no inkling of resistance or refusal, mindlessly leading the way like the walking dead.

Even though without sparing Hu Lie, Sifrin already knew where his home was from her investigation, Lynn deliberately kept Hu Lie alive to ensure that the master slave family knew, it was not Lynn who came knocking on their door for extermination, but their descendent who led the way.

So, don’t blame us for the merciless act; blame yourselves for lacking virtue.

Afterwards, Lynn and his party followed Hu Lie all the way to a large mansion built within the city. By judging that they could afford a private mansion in such a premium location, one could roughly guess their wealth and influence.

Since the bloody battle outside ended so swiftly, even with unscrupulous passers-by warning them, there wasn’t enough time for the people in the mansion to escape.

Thus, upon Lynn’s arrival, the outside of Hu Lie’s family mansion was crowded with formidable individuals, seemingly guarding the big boss behind them.

"Sifrin, you know people; go drag out the chief villain, leave the rest to us."

Looking at the layers of tight defense, Lynn didn’t take it seriously.

He had personally destroyed demon race armies countless times that were far larger than this, saying that the guards before him were not even substantial enough to fill his fingernail would be no exaggeration.

"You brazen lunatics! Don’t you know who’s in charge of the Beastman Kingdom now? I advise you to leave, my master can forgive your previous offense! Otherwise, the consequences might be beyond your endurance!"

A voice came from afar at the mansion entrance, seemingly someone inside shouting loudly.

Their tone suggested they remained unaware of Lynn’s identity, otherwise, they wouldn’t dare issue such a warning.

Even the Demon Dragon Emperor and Seven Great Demon Kings wouldn’t dare speak to me this way, who do you think you are?

None cared for the warning issued within the mansion, Sifrin nodded at Lynn then drew out her magic staff, charging towards the mansion.

She needn’t worry about encountering powerful foes of various races along the way; if she could still be harmed with Lynn accompanying her, then it would mean they misunderstood what ’Near God’ meant.

A man second only to God—could it be random big slave master could attempt to challenge him? Even if backed by their sponsors, wouldn’t they need to bow and greet Lynn calling him Lord?

"I’ll take the left, you take the right, clean them out."

Lynn’s voice rang out from behind, fueling reassurance within the advancing Sifrin.

Working alongside such a man is truly exhilarating, unlike her father who is so cautious, considering this and worrying over that.

If even eliminating evildoers can’t be done freely, then being regarded as Celestial Protection Continent’s top is merely some people’s ridicule and not taken seriously, what a farce!

Upon reflection, Sifrin brimmed with vigor, her already lively disposition surged with more fervor.

Only to see her wielding a magic staff, enveloped in Holy Light Protection, her demeanor icy and solemn, akin to an exalted and compassionate Great Saint, the Goddess of Light.

If not for the glaring Succubus Collar around her neck, the sight could easily fool anyone into believing it was true.

"It’s the Light Church Court’s minions!"

"Block her! No, capture her!"

The mansion’s defense forces surged forward, attempting to subdue the charging Saintess of Light... slave woman?

In any case, although bizarre, the Light’s power clashed with theirs, should they encounter it, they mustn’t let her escape or else risk immense future threats.

However, these people seemed to overestimate, the Light power they should oppose wasn’t truly their adversary.

Their foe was merely the icy darkness of life’s end, akin to what they inflicted upon slaves throughout.

No cries arose, not because the dying were mute, but because once Natasha grew interested in competing who kills quicker or more with Lynn, even the so-called strong struggled to utter an "ah" before their demise.

In this comprehensive massacre, even Xue’Er occasionally dove from above to snatch casualties.

It must let the future master know that Xue’Er, Cleia’s combat pet, isn’t merely a show-off or a worthless pacifier!

Meanwhile, far away at Celestial Destiny City’s Imperial Palace, Gugi suddenly shivered, nearly tossing out the half-eaten fish snack, making the nearby Xiaohua extend a paw to pat its head, seemingly saying—

"Fat Ginger, what’s wrong? If dying, go die elsewhere and don’t spread stupidity here..."

...

The slaughter outside the mansion didn’t persist long; in reality, if Lynn and Natasha, alongside the aiding Xue’Er hadn’t pursued complete extermination, the battle would have ended at the outset.

The chase after fleeing individuals wasted some time, by the time Lynn and Natasha returned, Sifrin already engaged the mansion’s internal foes in combat.

Even though Sifrin’s strength couldn’t match Lynn’s or Natasha’s by far, she held the title of Saintess of Light, her combat skills were far from weak.

Relying on overwhelming numbers, the opponents barely stalled Sifrin, yet such delay bore no meaning. Not only because Lynn and the others returned swiftly, but also since Sifrin, upon breaking through, used magic items to seal the entire mansion.

Unless they managed to kill Sifrin or capture her alive, coercing her to lift the Sacred Artifact’s seal, none within the mansion could escape.

"Hehe, our people are back, you wretched bunch are doomed... ouch!"

Seeing Lynn and Natasha rush into the mansion with Xue’Er, Sifrin, capable of taking on a hundred individuals single-handedly, laughed arrogantly but before she could complete her boastful lines, her forehead received a flick.

"Good laugh, next time don’t laugh."

Lynn, face stern, withdrew his hand, casually shaking the deep-red stained iron sword picked up along the way.

Using one’s own weapon to kill such people, even an LV1 wooden sword feels too dirty.