Chapter 302 Age of War Enthusiasts (4)
As the criminals continued to break through the magical barrier and surge past the outer walls of the academy, their numbers steadily increased.
Hehehe- I always wanted to step inside this academy and see what its like, a man chuckled as he rummaged through the ruins of the devastated auditorium.
Known as the Fashionista, he was a notorious psychopath who enjoyed making coats from the skin of those he had killed. Hmm~ the scent of higher education. Is this the sacred aura of the Colosseo Academy?
Once pursued by Imperial guards and saved from capture by Sadi just before being apprehended, he became an ardent follower of hers.
Noble young masters, nurtured so elegantly in the greenhouse, the skin and hair of the young ladies here are the finest materials. I must make a coat for this winter. Hehehe- if I offer it to the queen, shell surely admire me, wont she?
The Fashionista, after scanning his surroundings, noticed a mother and daughter sitting beneath the ruins.
A slender female student and her even more delicate-looking mother.
Wow, secured coat materials! With them, I might barely have enough for an upper-body garment, right? No, our queen needs the bust area to be generously accommodated~ Well, maybe a bit short?
He approached the mother and daughter with bouncy steps.
Now! Dont be too frightened. I wont take your lives. Just going to peel off your skin.
As the fiend whispered with large scissors in hand, the mother and daughter screamed, shedding tears.
Then, suddenly
Thunk!
Sharp fangs pierced through the Fashionistas throat.
Huh?
He was oblivious to what happened to him.
Before he could comprehend
Thunk!
Fangs in his throat jiggled briefly from side to side, then snapped, breaking his bones.
Thud!
The corpse of the criminal was thrown aside like garbage.
Night Hound, a creature that hunts sinners and kills them, now stood before the mother and daughter like a sentinel.
Go that way, towards the direction where the smoke is rising. There should be an escape route.contemporary romance
Vikir spoke to the mother and daughter with a gruff tone.
However, seeing Vikir in a mask, the mother and daughter looked even more terrified than before.
N-Night Hound
A villain even more infamous than the Fashionista they encountered earlier.
Knowing this, Vikir simply sighed lightly under his mask.
If you dont run in that direction right now, Ill kill you both.
Eek!
Faced with Vikirs unavoidable threat, the mother and daughter got up from their spot and sprinted towards the escape route.
Having confirmed the disappearance of the mother and daughter from his sight, Vikir proceeded to eliminate three more criminals who were chasing after them.
Splat! Thud-
Night Hounds fangs pierced through tough skin, rupturing internal organs.
Swinging his sword a few times, Vikir realized that the number of criminals wasnt as significant as he initially thought.
But they are all converging on critical locations. Someone must have informed them about the event plan and internal layout in advance.
Right at that moment,
Hohoho-
Vikir noticed laughter echoing through the dust.
Miss Ouroboros. Professor Sadi.
Approaching gracefully, she spoke, I finally get to meet the Night Hound here.
Sadis voice carried a politeness that had never been present before.
Nodding his head, Vikir opened his mouth in response.
Im a fan.
Regardless of Vikirs opinion, Sadi continued speaking.
Night Hound, youre interested in the ancient era, too, arent you? The logic of the era when strength was everything! Dont you miss that? I understand. From you, I can smell the fragrance of someone living in the past, just like me. Hohoho-
The words were accurate.
Vikir, too, was a specter living in the past, reliving the era of destruction to prevent it from happening again.
But the underlying meaning was entirely different.
I live for the future.
Vikirs life experiences were from a future that hadnt arrived yet. Therefore, one could consider Vikir a being from the future.
However, upon hearing Vikirs response, Sadi seemed to interpret something again on her own.
A person from the future! Thats wonderful! Since the era I seek, the warring states era, will come again, can I also live for the future then? Hohoho- You truly are someone worth learning from.
Admiration and worshipful glances. Vikir gave up on having a normal conversation with her.
But then
!
Vikir noticed what Sadi was holding the Winters Blade, Orwell. A cherished sword once wielded by Winston, the Principal of the Colosseo Academy. Legend had it that the sword, with its long and pointed conical blade, remained flawless, even after breaking a thousand blades. Looking at the handle protruding beneath the sharp and elongated cone, it resembled observing a short dagger.
Seeing Vikir gaze intently at the sword, Sadi, with a broader smile, remarked, You recognize it, as expected.
To show interest in this means Night Hound, are you also interested in that side? Ah~ Sadi teased with a playful tone.
Vikir completely ignored Sadis unfounded playfulness and straightforwardly said, Hand it over.
Winters Blade, Orwell. For Vikir, it was a crucial piece of weaponry. He was prepared to kill Sadi if that was what it took to get the sword into his hands.
However
Yes~ Ill give it to you~ But theres one condition.
Sadi shyly spoke to Vikir.
When Vikir raised an eyebrow, she suddenly unzipped a zipper on her back and revealed her tightly compressed chest that had been confined in tights.
If you sign here.
Vikir hesitated for a moment. It wouldnt be wise to turn Sadi into an enemy in this situation. Eventually, he accepted the pen Sadi offered and signed on her chest.
Night Hound.
The sharp end of the pen seemed like a tool for tattooing, leaving drops of ink and blood each time it passed over the skin.
Looking at the signature on her chest, Sadi was overcome with ecstasy, as if in rapture.
Ah~ Night Hounds autograph. Im the first, arent I?
I hope so, but well, its okay if not. Ill just have to kill everyone else who got my signature before. Hoho-
Surprisingly, after receiving the signature, Sadi willingly handed over Orwell.
I do need the Key to the Main Gate, but well, there are other ways.
Could you promise me one more thing in return?
As Sadi handed over Orwell, she whispered something into Vikirs ear.
When the time comes, pleasebring out the [something] together.
Sure. When the time comes.
How splendid of you.
Having concluded the business, Vikir distanced himself from Sadi. After placing Winters Blade into the dimensional barrier of Andromalius, Vikir prepared to leave.
At that moment,
!
Vikir hesitated for a moment.
It was a faint smell brushing past his nose the scent of a demon.
Where is it coming from? Where is it?
It was a subtle odor that might have gone unnoticed if not paid attention to. Yet, Vikirs seasoned nose eventually pinpointed the source. The stench wafted from the eye patch covering Sadis left eye.
Didnt I injure that eye during mid-terms?
Certainly, behind that left eye patch, there should be nothing. However, for some reason, the devilish smell emanated from there.
This is a strong scent, similar to Belials, I gotta investigate more.
As Vikir turned his head to scrutinize the area, Sadi, with a sly smile, glanced back.
Do you have more business to attend to? Oh, could it be you want something better than a signature?
Then spit it out right here. Ah~
With both hands supporting her chin, Sadi opened her mouth wide.
Just as Vikir was about to frown and say something,
Thud!
Somewhere, a heavy seismic wave shook the surroundings. It was a powerful shock, almost enough to rekindle the collapse of the nearly ruined auditorium. Even the mighty Vikir struggled to maintain balance in the midst of the intense earthquake a quake that seemed to have lost its center.
Simultaneously, Vikir caught a strong whiff of the demons scent, as if the very air itself was tainted. The odor was far more intense than what emanated from Sadis left eye.
!
!
Vikir and Sadi both turned their heads in the same direction. Through the debris, they could see a figure rising amidst the rubble.
Principal Winston.
Behind him, a colossal form also stood up. A monstrous apparition, as if countless shadows were layered together a figure that could be described as a grotesque being.
Covered in tough muscles, it had four legs, black fur cascading like a waterfall, two ominously glowing eyes, and a giant horn missing its tip. A unicorn. However, this creature exuded overwhelming malevolence and terror far from the holy and sacred aura often mentioned in myths.
Vikir immediately recognized it.
The Fifth Corpse!
The fifth of the Ten Supreme demon lords.
An evil among evils, a demon said to be unbeatable in one-on-one combat, had now revealed itself in the midst of this chaotic battlefield.
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[PR/N: Yes, there were two ghost wood saplings Vikir got in chapter 259. He mustve given one to Pomeranian and one to Camus.]
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