ushernet Chapter 252: 246: Tensions Running High
Chapter 252: 246: Tensions Running High
Chapter 252: Chapter 246: Tensions Running High
“Lancelot, be careful! That must be the corpse of ‘The Digger’ Vagramore!”
Kalalin reminded him loudly, although Lancelot had already guessed the answer. Previously at the Hall of Contention, three Lords of Withering appeared together to issue the mercenaries the task of finding the Eye of Sarezdon, and Vagramore didn’t show up even on such an occasion, seemingly confirming the rumors about his weakness, convincing the brutal helminth that the powerful magic wand, as people suspected, had exhausted all its powers.
And now that Dugba had already killed the first Lord of Withering, it wouldn’t be unimaginable for him to kill the second one. Lancelot was secretly astounded; did this creature harbor grand ambitions to own all four major districts of Mogrondale, becoming its sole tyrant?
The surrounding crowd gradually realized that this helminth had just killed another Lord of Withering, and the more astute ones even guessed its purpose for coming here.
As a show of force, Dugba threw the corpse of the Fireburn Demon in front of Lancelot.
“Heh, it’s really unexpected, that it was you who killed Satugura,” the helminth said to Lancelot, revealing a strange and terrifying smile, showing its mouth full of sharp teeth hidden behind three wedge-shaped mandibles, “Quite a coincidence, isn’t it? I also killed another Lord of Withering. Do you want to touch its still-warm corpse...?”
“So, what are you here to do?” Lancelot asked calmly, but one hand quietly began forming the spell, “If you want the Governor’s position of Spray Plains, I can let you have it. I’m not interested in it.”
“Oh? Do you have any complaints about Spray Plains, or are these...” the helminth gestured extravagantly to the surrounding crowd, “lovely citizens disappointing you?”
The audience emitted an uncomfortable laughter. The residents of Spray Plains all wanted to be Dugba, but nobody liked him. The helminth seemed to misconstrue the role of a governor, whose routine involved walking the streets with a bunch of henchmen provoking others, resulting in at least one unfortunate demon citizen dying by his hand each day.
Another familiar voice was heard from the sidelines. Everyone turned to see that it was ‘The Immortal,’ Pakos, the Halfling, seated atop an Ogre’s head, forcefully making his way to the edge of the crowd.
“Ha, I wondered who it was, just a foolish Halfling.” Dugba spat a glob of corrosive saliva onto the ground, sizzling the earth, “Did this Human Knight learn from you? Once I become the Governor of the Glacier, you’ll be the first clown I deal with!”
“Ha! If you have the guts, just try it.” The Halfling sneered, narrowing his eyes and hiding the vertical pupils that were inadvertently exposed due to his excitement. “But in Mogrondale, there has never been any precedent of a Lord of Withering ruling over two domains, you have already crossed the line.”
“There wasn’t before, there will be now. Once I become the King of Mogrondale, my word will be...”
“Oh? The future King of Mogrondale, what role do I play in your kingdom then?”
The audience parted once again as an unexpected voice arose, escorted by several robust demons, a petite humanoid female demon with dark red skin walked in, none other than the current Governor of the Blood Abyss, ‘Shapeshifter’ Madam Akama.
“Um... If you are willing to obediently follow, there might be a place for you by my side.” The light of lust gleamed in the beetle demon’s eyes. “I’m talking about complete obedience, do you understand what I mean?”
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