Chapter 15 |
His vision went black, as if the connection between his soul and body had been severed!
The figure at the door suddenly leapt forward, blade aimed straight for Desley's face!
Desley instinctively raised a hand to block while using his other hand to cast his most familiar explosive sorcery.
"Ah!!!!"
The hand attempting to cast sorcery instantly exploded, while the scythe altered its trajectory, bypassing the block to hook into his innards.
The curved blade of the scythe skillfully avoided obstacles, the tip slicing through Desley's massive, bloated body as if it were tofu.
The blade dug deeper, pulling out a string of crimson organs that dangled like ripe grapes, falling to the floor with the slash.
"You!"
Desley stared deathly at this intruder. In his final moment of life, he saw the figure clearly.
Underneath were a pair of abyssal black eyes that seemed to devour everything, devoid of any soul!
A cursed wraith!
Those emotionless black eyes gazed at him as the blade swung again.
Blade up, head down.
‘Today is a good day~~’
Hades thought cheerfully, another successful assassination, another clueless victim.
Although the Xenos Overlord seemed to be dead, Hades, to be sure, gave its body a few more slashes.
Then, he glanced in disgust at the workbench.
The pieces of corpses were chaotically arranged, with corpse oil seeping all over.
Damn.
Hades ignored the corpse pieces for now.
With the overlord dead, the puppets should have felt the shift in psychic energy and started to scatter.
Hades quickly followed his planned escape route, running upwards. He soon reached the top of the fortress.
Several puppets were frantically running around the castle top, and Hades quickly granted them mercy.
Then he looked towards the edge, where several cannons stood prominently.
Unlike the imagined medieval cannons, these weapons were electronically modified—“They look like medieval cannons," "They operate like medieval cannons," "The shells they fire are like those from medieval cannons, just more powerful," but "They are not medieval cannons."
Hades ran over, peering out through the observation port.
The first wave of fleeing puppets was nearing the minefield he had set.
Hades adjusted the cannon, aiming it at the shed housing Desley's filthy hounds.
Several hounds had already broken their chains and were running out, agitated.
No problem.
Hades ignited the cannon and quickly ran five meters away.
If he stayed in place, Hades bet the cannon would either misfire or explode.
One by one, the cannons fired, and Hades repeated the process, blasting the hound shed first, then turning to the puppet horde.
—In the distance, the mines started to explode.
The scattered puppets lost all will to escape.
These corpse creations, given life through sorcery, only had desires to kill and torment.
Amid the countless thunderous, brilliant explosions, Hades leaped from the fortress, scythe in hand, harvesting.
Once, he had watched Mortarion mercilessly reap the puppets.
And now, it was his turn to unleash the bloom of slaughter!