And the Paladin is a very versatile profession, generally quite strong.
High Tier Paladins against the mid to low-tier Evil Faction professionals are like tigers among sheep; it’s simply a massacre!
However, after the initial shock, they weren’t particularly flustered.
"Damn Paladin, this is not a place for you to act arrogantly!"
The man with a scarred face fell to the ground, shouting fiercely with a cowardly heart: "Get out now! Or else..."
Clang.
The blade sliced through, seeming to gently sever his head.
Herbert tilted his head, smiling as he asked the unrepentant sinner: "Or else? Will soone co to judge ?"
And just as Herbert was about to clean up more pests, a deep roar suddenly erged from underground.
Roar!!!
"Oh?"
Herbert halted his steps, blinking in surprise.
Another unexpected bounty?
Crack!
The next mont, the floor shattered, and a figure burst out from beneath, landing heavily.
Roar!!!
This figure was enormous, twice as tall as an average person, enveloped in a black mist, within which red lights occasionally flickered, as if flas from Hell.
The intense sll of sulfur, accompanied by a strong stench, spread around, filling the entire space with a blasphemous aura.
"You bunch of fools dare to act wild on Gorn’s territory!!?"
The figure roared, his voice echoing like muffled thunder in the tavern, making people’s internal organs tremble.
"Phew, thankfully he’s not dormant!"
"Fortunately, Furious hasn’t gone out, phew..."
But upon seeing this terrifying figure, the rchants sighed in relief, ceasing their attacks, their faces showing a mix of awe and relaxation.
This is their confidence.
For these guys to sit together peacefully, was it really just traditional rules?
What a joke.
Without absolute power as assurance, they would have already made moves to backstab each other!
[Furious Gorn]!
This Legendary Level powerhouse who has ruled this camp for three hundred years is the reason they sit down to talk obediently.
He has been hiding in the tavern, providing shelter for the slave rchants while also taking high profits.
With this great figure here, no chaos could happen!
A High Tier Paladin?
Ha!
Not nearly enough!
Faced with this powerful existence, Herbert furrowed his brows tightly, his expression quite serious.
He stared at this guy, analyzing carefully—wanting to figure out what on earth this guy was.
"This aura... a Legendary Demon?"
"Hmm, no. Even at the onset of Legendary, it’s not that weak; the demon’s aura isn’t that thin."
Once all pieces of information are combined, the answer becos clear.
"So, a pseudo-Legendary level demon hybrid?"
Pseudo-Legendary, a state between High Tier and Legendary achieved through forceful thods.
Indeed, stronger than High Tier, but the strength is quite limited.
As for comparing with Legendary... don’t go there. Play wherever you like.
"...Is this all?"
After figuring out the opponent’s background, Herbert curled his lip, feeling rather uninterested for a mont.
So, this is your confidence?
This guy, let alone Eliza taking action, even for himself, with so more effort, he could resolve it.
Moreover, Herbert caught another keyword, voluntarily talking to Gorn: "Hey, are you also [Furious]?"
"Hmm?"
Initially baring his teeth at the slave rchants, ready to take advantage to extort them thoroughly, Gorn similarly disregarded Herbert.
But now, this kid not only didn’t run away but also actively talked to him!?
He turned back, glaring at Herbert, roaring: "What!? Do you have complaints against Lord Gorn!?"
"I am Furious!!!"
Feeling the foul breath released towards him, Herbert squinted, disdainfully wrinkling his brow.
He shook his head in reflection, murmuring to himself: "No, I’m just glad I didn’t bring Valentina this ti."
"If Valentina saw you take the sa title as hers, she’d probably get very angry... this place would likely turn into scorched earth."
No need to think; if Valentina were here, she’d definitely explode.
What the hell is your status to take the sa na as mine!!?
Herbert’s undisguised disdainful expression deeply stung Gorn, making him even angrier, roaring loudly.
"What’s with that look!?"
He swung a fist, deciding to crush this damn bug first before extorting the remaining rchants.
"Go to hell!"
But Gorn was quickly dumbfounded, as his huge fist was suddenly blocked by the boy’s bare hand!?
"Sorry, um, were you using your strength?" the boy asked with a puzzled expression.
"Hmph!"
Gorn was initially stunned, but then quickly burst into laughter, "Quite strong! But do you think that with just this bit of strength, you can take on, Paladin?"
The mixed-blood demon laughed wildly, and the surrounding air began to distort as several black shadow tentacles extended from the shadow under his feet, reaching for Herbert.
"Oh? Shadow tentacles?"
Herbert looked at the shadow tentacles with so curiosity,
However, before the tentacles could reach and bind Herbert, they were pinned down by other, thicker and darker tentacles, instantly rging back into the shadow below.
Miss Xie Shen expressed a speechless thought deep within Herbert’s mind: ["This guy’s bloodline power is really weak."]
Herbert secretly smirked.
You handle other people’s tentacles just like that, yet you still complain they’re not strong enough. How excessive!
Thinking this, Herbert apologized to Gorn, "Sorry."
Gorn: ???
You kidding , why the hell are you apologizing?
No wait!
Where are my tentacles!?
When his two proud techniques were effortlessly neutralized, Gorn’s face was unable to hold it, anger turning into laughter, "You! Well well well! Watch ..."
Yet, just before Gorn could make another move, a terrifying blood-red light, deeper than any seen before, exploded violently after being suppressed for so long.
Buzz!!!
As the dark red, ink-like light spread, the entire space seed to descend into the deepest abyss.
The dark red light strangled all sound.
Amidst the chilling silence, only a light footstep echoed.
Tap, tap, tap...
A figure, face covered by a black veil and wearing an ornate dark red gown, slowly approached Herbert.
She was the source of all the dark red light.
Thud.
And just as she passed by, the once arrogant Gorn, ready to show his true skills, instantly shattered into a pool of blood and pus.
In just a mont, the "legendary" who ruled this camp for three hundred years vanished without leaving a single last word.
After casually accomplishing all this, Eliza turned to look at the utterly dumbfounded rchants.
"Hey, you bunch of insects."
Eliza disdainfully looked at the slave rchants, her arrogant voice filled with a chilling tone, "What do you plan to do?"
"A group of disgusting insects, still wanting to harm him?"
Her scarlet eyes shone as bright as dazzling stars, piercing like blades into the hearts of the slave rchants.
"Did you ever ask ?"
Watching from behind her, Herbert was unexpectedly surprised at the aura exuding from the vampire lady at this mont.
It seed, a bit unfamiliar.
But Herbert knew, this might be the real Eliza — well, one side of her.
Under the provocation of detecting evil, Eliza’s past mories were completely awakened.
The once bloodthirsty and terrifying [Prince Blood] had returned.
In front of Herbert, due to various constraints, Eliza always seed unable to act confidently, like a codic minor character.
However, in front of these fellows, she had nothing to hold back.
Here stood an executioner lurking in the shadows, who once claid nurous lives of her kind.
Her wickedness and horror far surpassed these n!
"..."
As if sensing Herbert’s curious gaze, Eliza turned slightly, coldly gazing at the white-haired boy.
"Tch!"
And then—the once sensational vampire failed to stay impressive for more than three seconds, pouting back to her usual awkward self.
Eliza grumbled discontentedly, "Don’t you think you’ve won, humph! I haven’t admitted defeat! You’re not my master! I don’t have a master!"
"None!"
She stubbornly raised her head, loudly stating with her neck stiffened, "No one can be my master!"
"Not even the gods!!!"
Indeed, this was the vampire lady and her final defiance.
I have no master!
Humph, I really don’t...
...
...
As Eliza ruthless vented sha on the lucky wrongdoers, Herbert considerately left the stage to her solo performance, heading to where the slaves were held.
Then...
"Hmm?"
"Where’s Cyril?"
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