“Humph. That irritating man must be out looking for some other women today. He hasn’t come here for three days,” a woman murmured to herself aggrievedly.
On the second floor of a castle made of crystals, Charlene—who was wearing a long light gauze dress—leaned against the window and gazed at the burning Flaming Island in the distance. Her voluptuous figure could be seen vaguely under that thin gauze dress.
“Madam, the lord loves you the most. He must be busy with the important matters in the clan, and couldn’t make time to see you,” a young demoness said softly.
“Really?” Charlene smiled. There was a hint of seductiveness and confidence in her smile. Simmons indeed couldn’t escape from her clutches. Although he was the chief of the Flaming Demon Tribe, he was merely a little boy under her skirt.
“Seems like this night is going to belong to the two of us again.” Charlene retrieved her gaze and turned to look at that young demoness. She raised her chin, and coldly ordered, “On your knees…”
***
The purple-striped griffin circled one round in the sky above the island before flying sideways, and landing in a forest next to the crystal castle that was located near the sea.
“Stay here, Ah Zi.” Mag patted Ah Zi’s head before leaping off the griffin’s back with Amy in his arms.
Irina, too, landed on the ground lightly before asking Mag, “Bloodbath?”
“Errr… Tactical bloodbath.” Mag nodded.
This island was used by Simmons—the chief of the Flaming Demons—to house his mistress. Mag had gotten its information from the Gray Temple’s records. The mistress of this island was an Imp Mother Demon and a favorite of Simmons.
Simmons’ formal wife was an equally formidable 10th-tier flaming demon who had an equally strong familial background as Simmons. Therefore, he had to find somewhere else besides Flaming Island to house his mistress.
Mag’s purpose for this trip was to capture that imp mother demon. As for the other demons, killing them was the simplest method to handle them.
The Flaming Demons were ranked fifth among the Top 10 Demon Tribes. According to the information, they were very enthusiastic about expanding their territories, and were part of the pro-war faction together with the Abyss Demons among the demons.
Let the war happen between the fractions which liked to fight. This was the method of using war to stop war that Mag had come up with recently.
Amy blinked her eyes that were the only features of hers not covered, raising her staff up high, and said, “Ay the Assassin is prepared!”
Mag looked at Amy who was dressed in black. This little one still looked very cute as an assassin. Smiling, he said, “Let’s act now. The best is we can make Simmons think Alfred did this.”
“Framing others? I’m the best at it.” Irina took a giant hammer out of nowhere, and placed it over her shoulder with one hand before walking toward the crystal castle excitedly.
“…”
Mag watched Irina walk with the aura of a conqueror and Amy coping her, placing her magic caster’s staff on her shoulder and walking with an outstretched pace. Resigned, he followed after them.
“Who’s there!” a voice warned.
Bam!
A dull thud sound appeared, and the island shook with it.
Irina walked on, dragging the hammer along. A flattened demon was deeply stuck in the stone crater. Nobody could make out what he looked like originally.
“Who!”
Bam!
“You—”
Bam!
“Quick—”
Bam!
“Save—”
Bam!
Apart from the first demon, none of the other demons had a chance to say a complete sentence.
This island’s military power’s setup was rather powerful. They had two 9th-tier demons and a 10-person garrison made up of 7th-tier demons. Hence, they could see how much Simmons favored his lover.
However, such power was insignificant in front of Irina’s Mjölnir. None of them made it to the second strike.
In three short minutes, there was already a bloodbath surrounding the crystal castle, and the scent of blood filled the air.
Mag stared at Irina, speechless. The clean and fast technique, meaningful killing sequence, and some big random craters in the ground made the demons look as if they had died in a horrible stampede incident.
And only the abyss demons’ porcupine battle boars were capable of creating a stampede incident of this scale.
She was indeed a professional at framing others.
“She should be hiding in this crystal castle.” Mag looked up at the castle that was made up of all kinds of different crystals. Under the moonlight, it gave out a dreamy dazzling glow, just like a scene in the dreams. It should be what women loved the most. Simmons really went all out to please this lover of his.
“What a pretty castle.” Amy’s eyes lit up.
“Little Ay, as an assassin without feelings, you cannot be affected by external factors when you’re carrying out your mission. In our eyes, it should be no different from normal rocks.” Irina lowered her head to talk to Amy. Then, she swung her hammer and smashed it against the crystal castle.
Accompanied by the sounds of crystals shattering, the dreamy crystal castle collapsed. Chunks of dazzling natural crystals fell on the ground and shattered into pieces.
Two figures who were only covered in bedsheets rolled out from the castle, and stared at Mag and Irina fearfully. They were dressed in black and wearing a black mask, so nobody could see who they were on this dark night.
Their guards were obviously killed during the earlier sounds of dull thuds and screams.
“W-w-who are you people? What do you want to do?!” Charlene asked nervously. She stood on the crystal shards with her bare feet, and they were already bleeding. Although she was exceptional at mesmerizing men, when it came to fighting, she was only a 3rd-tier demon who didn’t know any magic or combat skills.
Mag looked at Charlene. Although she was only wearing a bedsheet, the fair and slender legs, the sexy collarbones, and the seductive face all could mesmerize men.
What was even weirder was her face seemed to be constantly changing. It was changing in a very minute and natural way, which allowed others to see a new face constantly in a very natural manner. That frowning expression even made one feel sorry for her, compelling one to carry her out from the crystal shards.
“So this is the imp mother demon’s natural talent? No wonder they’re a race on par with the succubus, though much rarer.” Mag pondered. Apart from surprising him, she didn’t have much effect on him.
Meanwhile, the young demoness standing behind Charlene was holding a blue leaf with her hand that was on the side of her body. A cold gleam flashed through her eyes, and she raised her hand up, preparing to release it.
“Take this!!!”
Right at that moment, a melodious voice sounded behind the two demonesses.
A big magic caster’s staff knocked the two demonesses’ heads hard, and the two of them were knocked out on the ground even before they could make a sound.
Amy looked at the two fainted demonesses, and seriously said, “Ay the Assassin is super fierce!”
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“Humph. That irritating man must be out looking for some other women today. He hasn’t come here for three days,” a woman murmured to herself aggrievedly.
On the second floor of a castle made of crystals, Charlene—who was wearing a long light gauze dress—leaned against the window and gazed at the burning Flaming Island in the distance. Her voluptuous figure could be seen vaguely under that thin gauze dress.
“Madam, the lord loves you the most. He must be busy with the important matters in the clan, and couldn’t make time to see you,” a young demoness said softly.
“Really?” Charlene smiled. There was a hint of seductiveness and confidence in her smile. Simmons indeed couldn’t escape from her clutches. Although he was the chief of the Flaming Demon Tribe, he was merely a little boy under her skirt.
“Seems like this night is going to belong to the two of us again.” Charlene retrieved her gaze and turned to look at that young demoness. She raised her chin, and coldly ordered, “On your knees…”
***
The purple-striped griffin circled one round in the sky above the island before flying sideways, and landing in a forest next to the crystal castle that was located near the sea.
“Stay here, Ah Zi.” Mag patted Ah Zi’s head before leaping off the griffin’s back with Amy in his arms.
Irina, too, landed on the ground lightly before asking Mag, “Bloodbath?”
“Errr… Tactical bloodbath.” Mag nodded.
This island was used by Simmons—the chief of the Flaming Demons—to house his mistress. Mag had gotten its information from the Gray Temple’s records. The mistress of this island was an Imp Mother Demon and a favorite of Simmons.
Simmons’ formal wife was an equally formidable 10th-tier flaming demon who had an equally strong familial background as Simmons. Therefore, he had to find somewhere else besides Flaming Island to house his mistress.
Mag’s purpose for this trip was to capture that imp mother demon. As for the other demons, killing them was the simplest method to handle them.
The Flaming Demons were ranked fifth among the Top 10 Demon Tribes. According to the information, they were very enthusiastic about expanding their territories, and were part of the pro-war faction together with the Abyss Demons among the demons.
Let the war happen between the fractions which liked to fight. This was the method of using war to stop war that Mag had come up with recently.
Amy blinked her eyes that were the only features of hers not covered, raising her staff up high, and said, “Ay the Assassin is prepared!”
Mag looked at Amy who was dressed in black. This little one still looked very cute as an assassin. Smiling, he said, “Let’s act now. The best is we can make Simmons think Alfred did this.”
“Framing others? I’m the best at it.” Irina took a giant hammer out of nowhere, and placed it over her shoulder with one hand before walking toward the crystal castle excitedly.
“…”
Mag watched Irina walk with the aura of a conqueror and Amy coping her, placing her magic caster’s staff on her shoulder and walking with an outstretched pace. Resigned, he followed after them.
“Who’s there!” a voice warned.
Bam!
A dull thud sound appeared, and the island shook with it.
Irina walked on, dragging the hammer along. A flattened demon was deeply stuck in the stone crater. Nobody could make out what he looked like originally.
“Who!”
Bam!
“You—”
Bam!
“Quick—”
Bam!
“Save—”
Bam!
Apart from the first demon, none of the other demons had a chance to say a complete sentence.
This island’s military power’s setup was rather powerful. They had two 9th-tier demons and a 10-person garrison made up of 7th-tier demons. Hence, they could see how much Simmons favored his lover.
However, such power was insignificant in front of Irina’s Mjölnir. None of them made it to the second strike.
In three short minutes, there was already a bloodbath surrounding the crystal castle, and the scent of blood filled the air.
Mag stared at Irina, speechless. The clean and fast technique, meaningful killing sequence, and some big random craters in the ground made the demons look as if they had died in a horrible stampede incident.
And only the abyss demons’ porcupine battle boars were capable of creating a stampede incident of this scale.
She was indeed a professional at framing others.
“She should be hiding in this crystal castle.” Mag looked up at the castle that was made up of all kinds of different crystals. Under the moonlight, it gave out a dreamy dazzling glow, just like a scene in the dreams. It should be what women loved the most. Simmons really went all out to please this lover of his.
“What a pretty castle.” Amy’s eyes lit up.
“Little Ay, as an assassin without feelings, you cannot be affected by external factors when you’re carrying out your mission. In our eyes, it should be no different from normal rocks.” Irina lowered her head to talk to Amy. Then, she swung her hammer and smashed it against the crystal castle.
Accompanied by the sounds of crystals shattering, the dreamy crystal castle collapsed. Chunks of dazzling natural crystals fell on the ground and shattered into pieces.
Two figures who were only covered in bedsheets rolled out from the castle, and stared at Mag and Irina fearfully. They were dressed in black and wearing a black mask, so nobody could see who they were on this dark night.
Their guards were obviously killed during the earlier sounds of dull thuds and screams.
“W-w-who are you people? What do you want to do?!” Charlene asked nervously. She stood on the crystal shards with her bare feet, and they were already bleeding. Although she was exceptional at mesmerizing men, when it came to fighting, she was only a 3rd-tier demon who didn’t know any magic or combat skills.
Mag looked at Charlene. Although she was only wearing a bedsheet, the fair and slender legs, the sexy collarbones, and the seductive face all could mesmerize men.
What was even weirder was her face seemed to be constantly changing. It was changing in a very minute and natural way, which allowed others to see a new face constantly in a very natural manner. That frowning expression even made one feel sorry for her, compelling one to carry her out from the crystal shards.
“So this is the imp mother demon’s natural talent? No wonder they’re a race on par with the succubus, though much rarer.” Mag pondered. Apart from surprising him, she didn’t have much effect on him.
Meanwhile, the young demoness standing behind Charlene was holding a blue leaf with her hand that was on the side of her body. A cold gleam flashed through her eyes, and she raised her hand up, preparing to release it.
“Take this!!!”
Right at that moment, a melodious voice sounded behind the two demonesses.
A big magic caster’s staff knocked the two demonesses’ heads hard, and the two of them were knocked out on the ground even before they could make a sound.
Amy looked at the two fainted demonesses, and seriously said, “Ay the Assassin is super fierce!”
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