Level up successful. Current level: 45. Attribute point 1. Distance to next level: 50%.
Adding this point, Loren allocated all his remaining attribute points to Intelligence, pushing it past the 40-point threshold.
Having experienced so much, the scene before them was no longer strange to the group. It was just a massacre of a bunch of demons. Naclis could already watch it with a calm heart.
However, she had been pondering Loren's words from earlier in her mind.
"Kind and pure, with only him in her heart, blushing when she sees him..."
Naclis suddenly felt she completely fit that description, and her mind began its next round of wild imagination. Could it be that Loren said all that just to hint at her...
Then, Naclis thought of sothing else. It seed she wasn't the only one who t these conditions. Most of the witches around her also fit...
"Let's go in."
Loren wiped the blood off Requiem on a corpse before sheathing it.
Loren's words interrupted Naclis's train of thought. She instinctively followed his footsteps, only hearing laughter from within her own shadow.
It wasn't until they entered the village that everyone truly witnessed the horrific scene here. Compared to the devastation inside the village, the two corpses hanging at the entrance were nothing.
For their amusent, they had turned people into various objects. The ground of the village was soaked with blood everywhere, the earth dyed crimson.
People were hung in various places. So had their skin flayed. So of these people were dead, so still alive. For them, death was rely liberation. Even if Loren saved them, it would only prolong their suffering.
Even Loren had no thod to treat soone whose skin had been completely stripped off. So, Loren chose to first release the survivors and let them decide.
"Master ntor, the survivors are in the pigpen."
Movila's tone was heavy. Initially, she hadn't felt much about Loren slaughtering the demons. But now, having truly witnessed their deeds, she began to regret not taking action herself back then.
"Good. Keep watch here. Kill all the remaining demons."
Loren gave Movila an order and then headed towards the pigpen.
"There are demons hiding in the west."
Not long after Loren's order, Movila spotted the remaining demons. Air superiority was crucial. Controlling the skies gave Loren and the others a significant information advantage over others.
Coupled with this information gap, no one would suspect the crow in the sky. It was normal for crows to gather where there were many corpses. In Movila's eyes, they had nowhere to hide.
"I'll go."
Luna volunteered. Even without transforming, her combat ability was not low. Following Loren for so long hadn't been for nothing; at the very least, she had learned all the Abundant Magic Loren had taught.
Moreover, a witch's stats overpowered a demon's. Even if surrounded, it wouldn't be a big problem, especially with Movila keeping watch at all tis.
"Good. You all split up and search the village. Rember, leave no survivors."
"Understood."
While the other witches went to search for survivors, Loren, accompanied by Mirrorheart and Scarlett who had little combat power, arrived at the pigpen. He saw the people inside and the demon guarding it, staring intently at the people in the pen. Only when Loren approached did the demon realize soone had co.
"Oh? More people,"
Seeing Loren approach, the demon stood up excitedly:
"They didn't let kill these penned ones, but they didn't say I couldn't kill newcors. I hope your screams are pleasant to hear..."
"Pfft..."
Loren suddenly laughed. He genuinely couldn't hold it back. Seeing Loren not only show no fear but actually laugh out loud, the demon flew into a humiliated rage:
"What are you laughing at?"
"You remind of the Mountain Bandit King who killed fifty-six of the Four Emperors."
"You..."
The demon was furious. Magic coalesced in his hands. Loren caught a faint whiff of sulfur.
Loren simply casually picked up a nearby bottle of red wine and smashed it against the demon's head before he could release his magic, successfully interrupting the spell.
A demon's physical constitution was considerably higher than a human's. This wine bottle only dazed him for a mont, followed by boundless rage.
But before he could manifest his anger, Loren stuffed the broken shards of the bottle into his mouth and then beheaded him with a single slash.
Then, Loren finally looked at the people in the pigpen. Only over twenty remained. They all bore various injuries, their bodies caked in mud and filth, emitting a foul stench. They had retained not a shred of human dignity.
The atmosphere was deathly quiet, broken only by the sound of pigs gnawing on corpses.
"You are saved. We've killed all the demons."
Loren swung his blade, cutting the lock securing the pigpen, then kicked the gate open.
Truthfully, the pigpen couldn't really hold them. They just didn't dare to escape.
Loren had no particular opinion on this. They couldn't defeat the demons. Perhaps the single demon guarding the pen couldn't defeat all of them, but if other demons ca, that would be a different story.
Loren's view was simple: if you can't win, you can submit, but you can't just wait to die. To flee now is death, to rise up is also death. Since death is certain either way, it's better to die standing than kneeling.
The people in the pigpen remained silent. Recent events had exceeded their comprehension. Demons suddenly stord in, slaughtering most of them with cruel thods. Then, a savior descended from the heavens to rescue them.
After a while, they finally began to cry. However, Loren also heard so discordant sounds.
"Why! Why didn't you co sooner!"
A child suddenly stood up, accusing Loren. He had been kneeling the most properly just monts ago:
"If you had co earlier, my parents and little sister wouldn't have died... This is all your fault!"
The child scread heart-wrenchingly, his cries filled with self-righteous indignation. Loren couldn't help but pick at his own ear.
He had seen this kind of thing many tis.
"What a sha. The entire village had already been slaughtered by the demons. By the ti I arrived, there were no survivors left. I could only kill all the demons to avenge them..."
So plants sprouted within the pigpen, beginning to grow rapidly.
"How can you say such things!"
As soon as the child finished speaking, a sharp slap rang out. His face imdiately swelled up significantly. He looked at the person who slapped him with disbelief. It was a young girl.
"Why are you stopping ! Your parents died because of them too!"
He still wore that self-righteous expression. As a result, the other side of his face also received a slap, this one even heavier.
"Thank you for saving us. We are eternally grateful. We offer everything we have to express our gratitude to you!"
The young girl pressed the child down, kneeling with him, and together they began kowtowing towards Loren.
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