Volume 2, Chapter 79 – Devoured

Translator Note

Son of God -> Child of God. It wasn’t a male…

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“No! Damn it! What on earth is this?!”

Romney struggled with all his might, attempting to break free from the shackles, only to discover in shock that no matter how much force he applied, the chains constructed of crimson energy remained completely immovable. Powerless, Romney fell pathetically to the ground and was dragged back into the manor by the chains like a dog.

The cultists guarding the perimeter saw this and rushed forward, intending to help their Archbishop.

However, the instant they rushed forward, they were swatted into a pile of minced meat by the swinging chains.

With both his resistance and his subordinates’ support proving useless, Romney could only be dragged back alive amidst his mournful wails.

“Why are you running?”

Looking at Romney, who had been dragged back like a dead dog, the black-haired girl tilted her head slightly and smiled playfully. Her voice was as clear and pleasant as a trickling stream, yet when it reached Romney’s ears, it transformed directly into the whisper of the Reaper, causing him to tremble in sheer terror. He could only turn his head tremulously to look at the beautiful yet dangerous black-haired girl behind him. At this moment, the cultists who had rushed forward to sacrifice themselves for him earlier had all fallen into a pool of blood.

Standing in the center of the slaughter, the black-haired girl remained untainted by a single drop of blood. She was still so flawless, yet so terrifying.

The moment he met the girl’s crimson eyes, Romney couldn’t help but swallow hard.

The Blood Butterflies, the unimaginable physical capabilities, and the Shadow Essence that had just erupted—though it was hard to believe, Romney already had a general guess regarding the identity of the girl before him.

‘Is she… is she that new demon king tier?’

The Blood Butterfly…

Upon realizing this, a wave of profound astonishment surfaced within Romney’s fear-filled heart. After all, a demon king tier existence in human form was truly unheard of. More importantly, this demon king tier was actually playing house within the Duke Family? She was even protecting them?

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There had to be some mistake!

If he had realized her identity earlier, how would he have ever dared to attack her? Romney couldn’t help but roar inwardly.

However, after feeling the bone-chilling cold within the girl’s crimson eyes, Romney no longer had the heart to dwell on those questions.

“G-G-Great Blood Butterfly! I… I am a loyal believer of the Demon God! I didn’t mean to attack you just now! Please, be magnanimous and spare me!”

In the face of death, Romney cast aside his dignity as a saint tier powerhouse. He crawled across the ground toward the black-haired girl’s feet, seemingly wanting to kiss them to earn her forgiveness.

“I have worked hard for the Divine Punishment Holy Church and for your great cause for decades! I have killed hundreds of those foolish people who intended to oppose the Abyssal Demons and those pigs who tried to resist the Demon God! To weaken the combat power of the various empires, we have worked diligently all these years! Even if there is no credit, there is at least the merit of hard work! Please… for the sake of all that, spare me! I really didn’t mean to attack you just now!”

Though he wasn’t a true believer, Romney acted with utter devotion to save his life.

“I beg of you… don’t kill me!”

However, what Romney didn’t know was that his words were having the opposite effect.

The black-haired girl’s crimson eyes narrowed slightly as the killing intent within them grew more intense, causing the temperature of the surrounding air to drop further.

“Spare you? Heh, when you killed Xia’er earlier, did you consider sparing her?”

“Eh? Xia’er? Great Blood Butterfly, that situation was different! That was all for the sake of the Demon God!”

“For the Demon God? Ridiculous. That was just to satisfy your own sadistic desires, wasn’t it? Besides, what I hate most are those who lay a hand on children.”

As she spoke, the black-haired girl slowly raised her hand. A dense glow of Shadow Essence began to ripple within her palm.

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“G-Great Blood Butterfly?!”

At that moment, Romney discovered to his horror that his body was being slowly hoisted into the air by the blood-red chains. A strong sense of unease surged within his heart, causing the Archbishop’s face to contort in fear.

“No! No! Great Blood Butterfly! Don’t kill me! I can serve you as a beast of burden! I’ll do anything! Please don’t kill me!”

“Blood Butterfly? I don’t particularly like that name.”

The black-haired girl frowned, a hint of displeasure entering her tone.

“But rest assured, I won’t kill you. Killing someone like you would only dirty my hands.”

“You… you won’t kill me?”

Hearing this, Romney’s face immediately lit up with joy. The intense relief of surviving a disaster rushed to his head.

“Thank you, milady! Thank you! In the future, I will surely go through fire and water for you without hesitation!”

Facing Romney’s series of sycophantic words of gratitude, the black-haired girl merely offered a faint smile.

In the next instant, just as Romney thought he had escaped from the gates of hell, the red energy chains hovering around him suddenly whistled toward him before his unsuspecting eyes.

“Aaahhhhh!”

Before Romney could react, blades emerged from the tips of dozens of chains, instantly piercing his limbs and dozens of major meridians used for circulating battle aura. Unbearable agony struck every nerve in Romney’s body, relentlessly assaulting his brain.

As the chains were withdrawn, Romney was turned into a bloody mess, falling pathetically from mid-air onto the ground where blood and soil mixed.

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The sudden turn of events caused the joy that had finally surfaced in Romney’s heart to vanish instantly, replaced by a deep sense of dread. After a round of wailing, Romney tremulously raised his head to look at the playfully smiling black-haired girl in front of him.

“W-W-Why? Didn’t you say you wouldn’t kill me?”

“I didn’t kill you. I simply crippled your cultivation.”

The black-haired girl’s crimson eyes were full of mockery.

“As for whether you can survive, it depends on how strong the bond is between you and your subordinates.”

“B-Bond?”

“Heehee.”

Having no intention to explain, the black-haired girl slowly raised her hand and snapped her fingers. Crimson Shadow Essence rippled around her.

In the next instant, under Romney’s horrified gaze, the dozens of black-robed men lying beside the girl who should have been dead slowly stood up. However, the aura around these black-robed men was no longer pure battle aura, but was mixed with that hair-raising, eerie Shadow Essence. Their features became increasingly hideous, and their bodies began to swell, even growing sharp fangs and claws.

Upon seeing this, Romney gasped.

“A-Abyssal Demonization?!”

“No, it’s just semi-Abyssal Demonization. They still have a shred of sanity. Of course, their inner desire for slaughter is also very strong.”

The black-haired girl said with a smile.

“If your bond with them is deep enough, they won’t harm you. But if it isn’t…”

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Before she could finish, these dozens of hideous monsters pounced on Romney under his despairing gaze.

“Aaahhhhh!”

Accompanied by Romney’s heart-wrenching screams, blood and internal organs splashed everywhere.

…

A generation’s Archbishop of the Divine Punishment Holy Church was thus devoured by his own subordinates.

“Heh.”

Regarding such a bloody scene, the black-haired girl, our Miss Yumo, couldn’t help but let out a cold laugh.

“It makes sense. How could someone who sells out his teammates have any bond with his subordinates?”

With that, Yumo turned, preparing to go and tend to Afnora.

But just then, Romney’s final, weak wails before he drew his last breath made Yumo stop in her tracks.

“It wasn’t me… we were only following the Child of God’s orders… we… she made us do this…”

Hearing this, Miss Yumo stopped halfway and frowned slightly.

‘The Child of God?’