Translator: EndlessFantasy Translation  Editor: EndlessFantasy Translation

“D*mn it, it is as I expected! Blackmoon Castle has a connection to the border count.”

Sven swore as he spread his combat aura wings and fled.

Since more than half of his subordinates were dead or injured, streaks of greenish-gray air currents drifted from the corpses in the distance and gathered on his body; it helped to increase his speed.

When he looked backward, he saw five mages used magic to bombard the ground. He knew that they were silver-tier mages.

Five silver-tier mages! Only the border count, who was in charge of the Fairy Castle, had people with such strength. Coupled with the 50 silver-tier warriors, it was as easy as crus.h.i.+ng a dead branch. Did the border count transfer all his elites there?

Who was the child on the wall? Was he the border count's illegitimate son?

There were too many things on his mind, but Sven did not have time to think about them. He knew that if he did not run, he would die.

Whoos.h.!.+

Suddenly, a piercing sound echoed from behind him. Sven subconsciously raised the staff in his hand to block it. A considerable force came at him, and it caused his body to tilt; he almost fell onto the ground.

Sven looked backward and realized that the person who had attacked him was not someone from the Blackmoon Knights but a familiar face. The thing that struck him was a human head—it was Veigar's.

“Lady Gluttony, you lunatic! What are you doing?”

Sven took two steps backward and saw the rabbit-head mask on Lady Gluttony's face squirmed as if it was alive. The fangs on the rabbit's mouth chewed on the bright red flesh as she dragged Veigar's body with her hand; intestines mixed with blood had spilled all over the ground.

“Nothing, I'm just enjoying the food! I've tasted the appetizer; now it's time for the main dish.”

Lady Gluttony giggled; her laughter hit the inner side of the mask. It was somewhat ear-piercing. She pulled an arm from Veigar's body casually, put it into the mask, and bit into it. A pair of pitch-black combat aura wings spread out on her back as she floated toward Sven.

The combat aura wings looked very strange. Human faces appeared on them, one after another. They let out strange cries, but it was as if they were imprisoned. They appeared in pain for a few seconds before they sank, unable to break free.

A sudden drop in temperature accompanied the strange cries; it made the surroundings seem gloomy.

They were in a forest several kilometers away from Blackmoon Town. In the forest, there were paths that horse carriages had made. It would take about two days to get to Monte Town from Blackmoon Town, and they would have to go through a forest.

Sven ignored that. He stared at Lady Gluttony and said, “You're a lunatic. You're eating corpses! I heard that the Demoness Bandit Gang members are a bunch of lunatics. Now it seems that they were right! Blackmoon Castle's silver-tier warriors are still chasing us. If we make a move here, it's very likely that we'll attract their attention. None of them will be able to escape. Let's discuss this. Let me go, and I won't make a move on you. What do you think?”

Sven tightened his grip on his walking stick discreetly as he spoke.

Lady Gluttony glanced at Sven's palm through her mask and smiled, “I never believe a bandit's word, especially you, Shabby Baron Sven. Your lies had led hundreds of people to their deaths! And you're doing the same to me. If I were to relax my stance, you'd use your walking stick to blow my head off. Am I right?”

“Go to h.e.l.l!”

When he knew that he could not trick Lady Gluttony, Sven gritted his teeth and waved the staff in his hand.

“Dark-elemental silver-tier fighting technique—Death Crow Swarm.”

A greenish-gray air current emerged from Sven's body and drilled into the ground; it caused the gra.s.s on the ground and the surrounding trees to wither. After that, the air current gradually lost its l.u.s.ter, and Sven had transformed his lifeless combat aura into a lively gray crow. It shook its feathers, and its scarlet eyes were filled with the aura of death.

Then, hundreds of pitch-black crows rushed toward Lady Gluttony and quickly swallowed her; they had turned into a pitch-black storm that stretched for dozens of meters. The air was filled with the aura of corruption, and the ground touched by the storm was riddled with creva.s.ses—that was enough to prove the power of that move.

As he wiped the sweat off his head, Sven flapped his combat aura wings and continued this retreat. At that moment, a few more strands of white hair had appeared on his head, and his face was even more profound.

“Fortunately, hundreds of my fellow bandits had died on the battlefield just now, so I've absorbed a lot of power! This move might have used up a few years of my lifespan, but it's already comparable to a gold-tier warrior's strike. No one can stop it. Lady Gluttony, if you want to blame someone, then blame yourself for your stupidity.”

After he had muttered to himself, Sven turned around. He was prepared to leave that place as soon as possible. The undulations from a silver-tier combat aura were quite intense. Perhaps the Blackmoon Knights had already discovered him.

The moment he turned around, an arm made of pitch-black fog pierced through his chest with a loud sound.

He lowered his head to look at the fresh blood that flowed from his chest. Sven widened his eyes, and his face was filled with disbelief.

“What…is going on?”

“It looks like you're also cultivating a dark-elemental combat aura. That's just right for me. After eating you, my strength will be raised to the peak of silver-tier, and I won't be far from reaching gold-tier then! Then, I'll eat a few more Blackmoon Knights—I might be able to become a gold-tier warrior today.”

The voice echoed from within the black storm—Lady Gluttony walked out of it slowly. Her gorgeous dress flapped in the wind, but she was unscathed. On the contrary, the black storm had disappeared as it entered the mask on her face gradually; her right hand was covered with a layer of black fog, and the fog had spread toward Sven's chest.

When she reached Sven, Lady Gluttony withdrew her fog arm and pinched his neck gently. The sound of drooling echoed from under the mask.

“So, where should I start? Let me see; let's start with your neck.”

Sven felt something had bit his neck. He opened his mouth, but he could only grunt. He could not speak; he could only feel his life pulled from his body bit by bit.

When did things get out of his control? Was it when he agreed to attack Blackmoon Castle? Or had it started when he first misjudged Lady Gluttony's strength? He still had unfinished business; he still wanted to become stronger as he wanted to avenge his people.

Natasha and Reelisa.

Sven thought of his two daughters in the last few moments of his life; tears started to stream down his cheeks.

In his daze, he heard a few angry roars from the forest. “Found them! The bandits who had escaped! Is she eating someone?” Then, he heard Lady Gluttony's complaint. “D*mn it!” After that, she released her grip on his body, and he fell heavily onto the ground. He had lost consciousness then.

An hour later, the Blackmoon Knights and the fives mages returned to the wall triumphantly.

Allen knelt on one knee respectfully and reported the situation to Watson. His expression did not look good, and there was only one reason for that.

“Reporting to Young Master Watson, we've wiped out the bandits. Only one of them managed to escape—a woman by the name of Lady Gluttony. A few of our men were injured when they tried to capture her; they are now recuperating. We also captured the Shabby Bandit Gang leader, but we think that Lady Gluttony had injured him; his carotid artery was ruptured. If we don't treat him in time, he will only live for a few more minutes.”

It was an embarra.s.sment!

A few silver-tier warriors had gone to capture a woman, but they were injured. Their daily training was for nothing! Allen did not know if Young Master Watson would get angry about that.

However, he was stunned when Watson did not get angry. He nodded as if he understood the situation. “I understand. Take me to see the Shabby Bandit Gang leader first.”