BZZZ!
BZZZ!
BZZZ!
Around the City of Falaniondor, while the local Centaur police were still active, helping the civilians and weak Awakened to run and hastily evacuate towards the underground shelters in the city, the escalation finally happened.
Dozens of teleportation portals suddenly opened around the city in different locations as from inside them, armies of Demon foot soldiers and Harpies erged.
Each battalion of this army was led by a Level 50 Demon or Harpy battalion Commandant.
The mont they erged, facing the Centaur soldiers, their combined qi rolled through the city like a verdict of slaughter straight from the deepest depths of hell, and then all hell broke loose.
There was no stare down, there was no talking, the Falaniondor Army instantly clashed with Zaratul’s army the mont they erged.
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
Against the disciplined and fiercely drilled army of Demons and Harpies, even the army of a Kingdom on Falaniondor’s level couldn’t really match Dreadmoor’s power as the invaders instantly asserted their authority in a dominant manner.
They didn’t care that there were innocent civilians still in the streets, they didn’t care that there were tourists in the city.
They simply swept through the city like a plague!
For threatening the life of their Lord and their superiors, every single person not belonging to Dreadmoor in this city beca enemy and prey.
They killed, they slaughtered.
And while all of this happened, the Demon Lord himself fell from the sky.
...
Whoosh!
Falling from the sky, Julian felt the wind whip against his face.
His emotions were no longer controlled. Fueled by his erratic and prideful Demon bloodline, his emotions were heightened and unhinged, filled with bloodlust, fierce killing intent, and an intense desire for slaughter.
It’s been just a few days since he awakened in this world, and despite his fast growth, the encounter today already made Julian begin regretting his weakness.
If he had all of Zaratul’s power at his peak, Falaniondor would have never dared to go against him or plot against him.
They would have been too scared to seek help, they would have not dared target his subordinates to kill them.
Julian felt weak, he couldn’t protect his subordinates.
It was this intense feeling of rage and frustration that pushed him to jump from the sky. Due to Zaratul’s concept of debauchery, apart from sex, every kill that he made also gave him EXP outside system rewards.
By letting his emotions take over, Julian intended to turn Falaniondor into a manure field to harvest EXP.
Before, he wanted to lie low till he was strong enough but now, he no longer cared. All he wanted was to get as much power as he could, as fast as possible so that no matter how powerful his enemies were, he would always win.
’I need power!’
’I need slaughter!’
And finally, he landed.
BAM!
The towering Demon’s fall created a crater on the ground but Julian sustained zero damage as his skin was covered in thick golden scales.
Dragon Scale!
Julian landed in an area of this city that was filled with a lot of Centaurs- both soldiers, civilians, and the local police.
Imdiately after he landed, he attracted attention as they all turned to look at him, and instantly they all froze in dread.
They saw an 11 feet tall Demon with long silver hair in thick black leather attire holding a short sword, this face was all too familiar to every single inford being in the world of Gomorra.
This face was the symbol of infamy and villainy in Gomorra.
At first glance, this Demon didn’t seem strong but the red qi swirling around his body was thick and filled with a sinister aura.
His qi seed to co from the deepest abyss and his eyes burned crimson like ancient blood.
Before the Centaurs could react, Julian’s qi flared.
Aether Bolt! ×1000!
The night sky instantly turned crimson as countless red bolts of raw, unrefined concussive qi blasts materialized in mid-air, descending in a frenzy.
Julian was the only Level 20 Mage in the entire world who could create 1000 Aether Bolts without running out of qi.
To his Dragon Qi Core, 1000 Aether Bolts barely made a dent.
And then...
BOOM! BOOM! BOOM!
The Aether Bolts descended in this area of the city like a hail straight from hell, tearing through the defenses of the soldiers, police, and the Awakened Centaur civilians with impunity like paper!
DING!
The Debauchery System instantly lit up with a bunch of new notifications.
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[You have killed a Level 4 Centaur Civilian!]
[You have gained EXP...]
...
[You have killed a Level 23 Centaur Police!]
[You have gained EXP...]
...
[You have killed a Level 18 Centaur Police!]
[You have gained EXP...]
...
[You have killed...]
[You have killed...]
[You have killed...]
[You have killed...]
[You have killed...]
[You have killed...]
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The system interface seed to experience a glitch as it displayed the results of Julian’s very first attack in a single unending stream of notifications.
Julian started a slaughter!
Dozens of Centaur Awakened civilians and police died to his initial attack, but none of the soldiers died as the least of these guys were late Level 20 and Level 30 Centaurs while their leaders and Commandants were Level 40 .
But so of them were injured from the initial barrage of Aether Bolts, and they instantly beca Julian’s next target.
Quick Step!
Psychological Invisibility!
Whoosh!
Amid the haze of blood which was the result of his initial barrage of attacks, Julian moved like a silver-haired ghost through the haze with his short blade, charging towards the nearest gathering of injured Centaur soldiers unseen.
By the ti the Centaur soldiers realized what was happening, it was already too late as the black blade of the Goblin Cleaver cut across the world.
BAM!
The System Interface lit up.
DING!
~----~
[You have killed a Level 35 Centaur Soldier!]
[You have gained EXP...!]
~----~
BAM!
DING!
~----~
[You have killed...!]
~----~
BAM!
DING!
Julian moved like a force of nature amid swirling system notifications.
Each swing of his sword resulted in a kill, he was like a vengeful Asura harvesting lives and souls to feed and nourish Hell.
But these were elite soldiers of the Falaniondor Army.
The soldiers regrouped within a few seconds after the first few deaths as they recovered and locked on Julian, defending and retaliating against the weakened Demon Lord that was in their midst.
They already recognized Zaratul, the infamous villain and just like their Councilors secretly revealed to them a day ago, they had nothing to fear.
Zaratul was at his weakest in years!
They could sense it.
This was their opportunity to kill an infamous villain, the most infamous villain in all of history!
Yet, the mont they surrounded the Demon, he showed no fear as calmly he planted both his feet on the ground before opening his mouth wide like a beast.
Dragon Breath: Fire Blanket!
BOOOOOMMM!
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