ushernet Chapter 251: 245: The 3rd Challenger
Chapter 251: 245: The 3rd Challenger
Chapter 251: Chapter 245: The 3rd Challenger
Necaross the demon lay on the ground, swallowing water with difficulty, nodding gingerly.
“Very good,” Lancelot retracted Glacier, but the sword wind still left streaks of blood on Sagla’s neck. He stepped back two paces and watched the immense Necaross rise, shaking his still groggy head.
“Kill him! Kill him!”
“How do you feel?” Lancelot continued, “Do you think you’ve fulfilled your obligation to Satugura?”
“Well, I guess I don’t owe him anything anymore.” Sagla finally shook off the dizziness completely, “You really don’t plan to kill me? If I had the chance just now, I certainly wouldn’t have held back.”
“I don’t see the necessity,” Lancelot shrugged, “You can go.”
“Kill him! Kill him!”
“A loser’s fate is only death!”
“Sir Lancelot! Let’s see how many stomachs he has, hahaha...”
The shouts that erupted from the crowd made Sagla’s face grow uncomfortable, but Lancelot just shrugged his shoulders and kicked the battle axe back to the just-surrendered Necaross demon.
“I said, as long as you surrender willingly, I have no interest in killing you,” his voice was not loud, but it clearly reached every spectator’s ears, “After all, this isn’t your native plane, what’s the point in killing you?”
“Those of you who are contemplating, save your strength and lives for the next Lord of Withering!” Lancelot shouted once more, “Alright, disperse, there are no more...”
“Hehehehe, no rush, Sir Lancelot of Twin Bridges Town...”
A voice as grating as metal scraping against bone rang out, painfully sharp to nearly unbearable levels, causing many spectators to cover their ears first, rather than turn to see who had issued the challenge.
Lancelot’s heart sank; he recognized the voice and knew that this time, trouble was truly at hand.
The audience that had formed a circle was rudely pushed aside as a troop of demons walked through. Leading them was a massive beetle-like demon, appearing as a cross between an ant and a rhinoceros beetle, with three pairs of sharp insect-like claws on either side of its body, and a pair of longsword-like claws protruding from its upright torso. Atop its helmet-like tough carapace was a horn, shaped like a warship’s ram, skewering a broken body, triumphantly standing before Lancelot.
The newcomer was none other than ‘Piercer’ Dugba, the current Governor of Hive Valley. Lancelot glanced at the corpse hanging from the giant horn on its forehead, which looked like a shriveled, charred human with a smooth scalp and long claws, along with a skeletal frame of wings on its back that barely had any flesh to catch the air.
Lancelot had once seen a Fireburn Demon in an envoy group from the Volcano Fortress led by Prince Kailon—a type of demon that burned eternally, said to be the form of those who failed in their attempts to ascend to becoming a Barlow Flame Demon. If their flames extinguished with death, then the corpse mounted on Dugba’s horn was likely what a Fireburn Demon looked like post-mortem.
Why would the Governor of Hive Valley be swaggering up with the corpse of a Fireburn Demon?
Lancelot, recalling information about the Lords of Withering, suddenly narrowed his eyes. Mogrondale comprised five major regions, and aside from the Barracks Area, the other four were each governed by a Lord of Withering. Among the current Lords, there was one he had never met—’Digger’ Vagramore, the Governor of Beggars’ Cliff, rumored to be the weakest among them, having fortuitously acquired a powerful magic wand and lucked into his position as a Lord of Withering.
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