Apocalypse Lord-Chapter 67 - 65: Wretches

Eleanor looked stunned.

"A true idealist?" She stared fixedly at the mask that seemed broken: "Who do you mean?"

"Detected... unknown program fluctuation..."

The voice of the Secret Guard had turned into chaotic noise, and the next moment, she uttered mechanical words: "Restarting program..."

The mask flickered and trembled again, then vanished.

"Ridiculous..." Eleanor muttered, looking strange: "I knew these guys had mental issues..."

She turned back to glance at the Celestial Calamity mist, flapped her dragon wings, and soared to a higher altitude, gliding over the earth, away from the edge of the Southern Territory.

Soon, Eleanor locked onto her destination.

She set her sights on Lord Levell’s castle in the Southern Territory.

The building was unmistakably identifiable, specially constructed at a high elevation, majestic in design yet solemn.

The nobles’ banquet seemed endless.

In the banquet hall, goblets clinked, and some even publicly held hopeless women, seeking pleasure.

Levell sat at the head of the hall, clutching a wine glass, his face appearing extremely somber.

Merchant Snow had vanished without a trace, that bastard disappeared with his fleet!

After executing several servants attending to the merchant, the enraged Levell calmed down, thinking there were plenty of Alliance merchants; finding another would pose no issue.

He had dispatched ten Iron Guard Corps to level Seagull Town; once Viscount Roland was dead and he acquired that Sunshine Collection, he could still sell it for a good price!

Levell took a sip of the spicy liquor, instantly feeling his muddled mind clearing somewhat.

But waiting was undeniably dull. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

"I have a great idea, my lord."

A young noble approached, his face full of ingratiating smiles: "We could host a grand winter hunt!"

"Killing those beasts is actually not that interesting." Levell yawned.

"This time is different; you could use Lord Roland’s underlings as our prey and drive them into the depths of the forest."

The young noble licked his lips, excited: "I’ve tried this before; the feeling of using hounds to maul a child in front of my parents was exhilarating!"

Hearing this, Levell’s eyes lit up: "It is indeed a good idea!"

The other nobles also showed expectant expressions, the atmosphere heating up, and the young noble’s smile grew even more smug.

In the shadows, Eleanor sighed and raised her gun, pulling the trigger.

Bang!

The young noble’s head exploded instantly, red and white viscous matter splattering everywhere, and the headless corpse fell backward onto the dining table, convulsing violently.

The smiles on everyone’s faces froze instantly.

"Honestly, I didn’t want to waste my bullets on you, but that guy’s forehead was just too perfect a target."

The Doragon emerged from the shadows, the King of Pirates smirked, his face full of a savage grin:

"Lord Roland sent me to greet you, you scumbags."

Then she swung her curved saber, casually splitting a screaming noble next to her into two.

Blood sprayed, and everyone was shocked, frozen in place.

Levell wiped his face, smeared with brain matter, looking at the headless corpse beside him, his expression utterly stunned.

What happened?

Who is she?

How dare she kill the noble Lion Heart aristocracy?

Countless questions swirled in his mind, drowned out by the rising screams, marking the onset of a cruel slaughter!

Eleanor’s movements were ruthless, skillfully wielding a lethal weapon, mercilessly reaping the nobles’ lives.

The elegantly dressed people began wailing and fleeing, lacking even the courage to curse.

"You dismal scumbags are even less fun than the pirates."

The King of Pirates giggled coldly, advancing step by step towards the Southern Territory Lord: "At least when they face me, they would pick up firearms and curved sabers to resist..."

"Wait... wait... don’t come any closer..."

Levell inexplicably struggled for breath, his entire body turning cold as he began desperately contemplating his situation.

That figure was an assassin sent by Lord Roland!

"We can talk! Whatever Viscount Roland paid you, I’ll offer triple!"

Levell cried out in panic: "If... if I die, my Iron Guard army will undoubtedly retaliate against you! They are all fearless warriors!!"

That bizarre woman suddenly halted her steps.

"Yes, right! As long as you lay down your arms, I will surely pardon your offenses!"

Levell froze for a moment, then rejoiced: "If you turn around and help me seize Viscount Roland’s collection, I would even—"

Southern Territory Lord’s voice abruptly ceased.

At that moment, an icy large hand gripped his throat from behind!

Eleanor dropped her cheap blade, grasped the revolver at her waist, and stared at the tall silhouette behind the Lord intently.

An elite from the New Empire lifted the obese lord with one hand.

A pure white fur cloak covered the hunter’s body and face, the prosthetic arm stretching out reflected a cold sheen in the candlelight.

"Heh, this small island is really damn lively..."

Eleanor flashed a menacing grin: "First it’s the Grey-clothed Secret Guard, then the Night Owl Hunter... how about I help facilitate a meeting for you all?"

"No... no... please..."

Levell’s hands had scratched bloody marks on his own neck, his eyes rolling back, feebly kicking his damp legs.

The next moment, the hunter forcibly tore off the lord’s plump head!

The hunter tossed it aside, and the head, spine attached, rolled to the feet of the King of Pirates.

The two stood on opposite ends of the long dining table, surrounded by the corpses of nobles, as snow and wind blew through the shattered windows, flickering the candlelight.

"What?" Eleanor sneered first to speak: "Does the New Empire also intend to share intelligence with us?"

"Advising your monster master."

The man under the cloak spoke indifferently, his voice mixed with the burning sound of brass and steam: "Nothing good comes from mingling with Alliance hypocrites."

Eleanor visibly hesitated for a moment.

"Monster? Master?"

She chewed over the words, the brutality in the pupils of the King of Pirates growing more intense.

The sky changed, the snowstorm intensifying.

Black-winged Calamity Master stepped forward, causing the entire castle to tremble with Eleanor’s roar: "Are you belittling Roland, or are you belittling me?!"

"Just a word of advice, consider yourself lucky, Doragon People, you’re not on the Empire’s pursuit list for now."

The hunter leaped back, and his silhouette vanished into the vast snow, leaving only a voice devoid of emotion echoing in the wind.

"Indeed, we’re also quite interested to see how far you pathetic wretches can get amidst the Celestial Calamity..."