Chapter 224: Chapter 205: Rainy Night Slaughter
On a warm and sunny afternoon, an elderly-looking lizard man brought a bowl of water to a burly human man and said:
"Master Cloth, please have some water."
The man named Cloth quickly responded upon hearing this:
"Oh."
He immediately put down his work, wiped his hands on his robe, then respectfully took the bowl of clear water and drank it all in one go.
"Here, thank you, Village Chief."
The lizard elder took the empty bowl handed over by the man, glanced at the tattered wheelbarrow beside him, and sincerely expressed his gratitude:
"It’s really troublesome for you, Master Cloth. It’s a shame that every time you come, you have to help us with such rough work."
The man didn’t mind at all and said:
"It’s just a small effort, Village Chief, don’t mention it."
Looking at the small dismantled parts, the man said:
"These delicate tasks are really inconvenient for you to handle, and it’d be a pity to discard them over such small issues, wouldn’t it?"
The lizard elder chuckled heartily, but the next moment the laughter inexplicably stopped.
Soon after, Cloth heard a muffled "bang" from behind, followed by the sound of the bowl dropping to the ground and shattering.
A surge of unease flooded the man’s heart. He immediately put down his tools and turned around, his eyes instantly red:
"Village Chief!"
He saw the elder, who had just been laughing and chatting with him, now lay dead on the ground, eyes wide open and mouth agape.
There was a thumb-sized bloody hole in the center of the elder’s forehead, from which emerald green liquid was seeping out.
Cloth looked at the lizard elder in disbelief, muttering to himself:
"They have indeed come."
Suddenly, a series of terrified shouts broke the peace of the village:
"The black-cloaked figures are here, the black-cloaked figures are here..."
Shattering the calm.
One by one, the lizard people panic and run towards their homes.
Screams, cries, and shouts blended into a chorus.
The once bustling and prosperous street was left in shambles in a matter of moments.
Cloth expressionlessly squatted down, slowly closing the eyes of the lizard elder.
Then he picked up the gaunt elder and gently placed him on a pile of hay nearby.
Through it all, Cloth remained silent.
But the intense murderous intent in his already red eyes was a testament to the fury burning inside him.
Cloth silently picked up the chains lying nearby:
"Clink clank~"
On the long street, three strangers in black cloaks appeared at the village entrance.
Dragging heavy chains, Cloth walked onto the street, his voice cold:
"You will all die."
With emotionless words spilling out of Cloth’s mouth.
With those words, a gale swiftly arose!
In the hands of the three black-cloaked figures appeared a shimmering disc:
"Attack!"
"Ah!!!"
Roaring, Cloth swung the chains in his hands, striking at the void.
"Clank clank clank"~
The three black-cloaked figures simultaneously revealed a surprised "Huh!"
"So strong."
Cloth bellowed:
"Hand over your lives!"
Suddenly, the chains, flung into the air, twisted like a long snake and unexpectedly changed direction, tightly entangling one of the black-cloaked figures who thought they had evaded the attack.
"Not good, save them."
As the other two black-cloaked figures prepared to assist, Cloth fiercely yanked the chains in his hand:
"Clink clank"~
"Die!"
The entangled black-cloaked figure was dragged in front of Cloth, who punched towards their head with a clenched fist:
"No!"
"Bang~"
The large fist directly smashed the head, killing instantly!
Blood instantly stained Cloth’s clothes red.
One black-cloaked figure died on the spot.
The other two, who failed to save him, were shocked, and one seemed to recognize the man’s identity, exclaiming:
"Chain Saint Slaughter Cloth."
The other one was incredulous:
"How is he here?"
The two exchanged glances, and at this moment Cloth seemed to perceive something, and with an icy, bone-chilling grin said:
"Trying to escape?"
The two black-cloaked figures instantly ran in different directions.
The chains in Cloth’s hands swung out, splitting mid-air into two, pursuing the two figures and disappearing in the blink of an eye.
In less than a moment, Cloth suddenly yanked at the chains in his hands:
"Clink clank..."
The two black-cloaked figures, entangled in chains, appeared mid-air:
"Spare us, Saint."
Cloth expressionlessly pulled the chains fiercely, then instantly vanished on the spot.
In the blink of an eye, Cloth appeared mid-air, delivering a mighty punch to the abdomen of one of the black-cloaked figures, "Bang!"
The body of the black-cloaked figure was pierced through by the powerful punch.
Cloth lifted his foot and directly kicked the pierced black-cloaked figure into the ground.
"Boom~"
The ground shook violently, dust rising everywhere.
The last black-cloaked figure cried out in fear:
"If you kill us, you’ll..."
But before he could finish speaking, Cloth reached out and grabbed his neck:
"Crack!"
Then, like throwing out trash, he tossed him into the fields outside the village.
"Bang!"
When Cloth landed with both feet,
"Clatter~"
The chains clattered down beside Cloth.
As the dust settled, a misshapen figure was revealed in the pit.
Everything around returned to silence in that moment.
Cloth suddenly looked into the distance, with no joy of avenging the elder lizard in his eyes.
The deep frown on his face revealed the gravity in Cloth’s heart at this moment.
Just then, Cloth suddenly shouted:
"All clansmen gather at the end of the village, quickly."
Clearly, the lizard people here were very familiar with Cloth, and they trusted him implicitly.
As soon as Cloth finished speaking, a dense crowd of lizard people emerged from the houses and silently moved towards the village’s end.
Among them were the old and the young, men and women alike.
In their eyes, besides respect and gratitude for Cloth, there was also an undeniable fear.
It was the fear of the fate that awaited them.
The village wasn’t large; nearly ten thousand lizard people had already gathered at the village’s end, awaiting further instructions from Cloth.
Someone discovered the village chief’s corpse, and terror appeared on their faces; the timid ones let out soft cries...
Cloth reached into his arms and took out a scroll.
Suddenly...
The once bright and sunny sky was suddenly covered with thick clouds.
A roar came from the sky:
"Kill!"
Rain poured down in torrents in an instant!
A suffocating killing intent filled the air, sending the lizard people into chaos.
In the midst of the chaos, Cloth held the scroll and said to the lizard people self-mockingly:
"Didn’t expect her to guess right."
As the lizard people were in turmoil, Cloth tossed the scroll into the air:
"Sealing Gate: Opening"
A brilliant light directly separated the rain and covered the lizard people.
One lizard person, seemingly with high reputation, looked at Cloth:
"Where are we going?"
Cloth shook his head and said:
"No one can harm you there, rest assured."
That lizard person asked Cloth:
"What about you?"
Cloth did not answer but quietly watched as the group of lizard people were absorbed into the scroll.
When all the lizard people were absorbed into the scroll, the light from the scroll dissipated and it fell powerlessly, caught by Cloth.
However, in the next moment, Cloth was surrounded by dozens of black-robed figures.
One of them spoke in a grating tone:
"Give it to me."
Cloth lowered his head and let out a cold laugh.
The black-robed figure gave a direct order:
"Kill!"
The chains around Cloth suddenly came alive, wildly circling him.
Some black-robed figures who got too close were knocked away.
Cloth, unfazed, threw the scroll into the air; a six-pointed star immediately encased it:
"Hide!"
The scroll and the six-pointed star disappeared into the void, and the black-robed figures erupted in rage:
"Kill him!"
After a fierce battle, Cloth stood amidst a pile of corpses, blood-soaked like a god of death surging from a mountain of corpses, eyes lifeless, staring motionlessly into the distance.
At his feet, a heap of chains lay quietly.
Opposite him, a black-robed figure slowly approached Cloth. It pried open his mouth, fed him something, and then left behind chaos and a heap of corpses.
Under the heavy rain, bright red blood gathered into a ’river,’ flowing towards the fields at the village entrance.
After a while, Cloth’s body rapidly decayed and festered at a speed visible to the naked eye.
Not long after, Cloth’s eyes remained lifeless, but his body began to move.
He cast a wooden gaze towards the chains at his feet, then bent down to pick it up, dragging the chains as he staggered towards the end of the street.
Suddenly, anguished roars echoed from the long street.
Seeing the figure roaring endlessly to the sky, people realized that the menacing scars on Cloth’s body didn’t seem so terrifying anymore.
Even Zhang Xinying no longer attempted to shield Wang Zixin’s eyes, as in Zhang Xinying’s view, Cloth was no longer a grotesque Corpse King but a hero.
Any hero deserves respect.
As an inexplicable heaviness clogged everyone’s chests, Lin Yi suddenly spoke:
"What are you waiting for, go on!"
"What?"
Tian Ci was stunned, and then exclaimed:
"You want to kill him? Why?"
Zhan Chen hesitated as well, saying:
"Can’t we spare him?"
Now, not only just the two of them, but everyone except Dongfang Jing, looked at Lin Yi as if they were looking at an ’executioner,’ their eyes conveying: He’s already suffered so much, and you still want to kill him. Are you even human?
Even Zhang Xinying didn’t choose to side with Lin Yi this time.
Lin Yi rolled his eyes at them: "If the BOSS isn’t killed, are you keeping it for a festival?"
As soon as his words ended, Lin Yi raised his hand to cast magic:
"Arcane Missile!"
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Today’s update is complete.