The Way of a Demon Lord-Novel

Chapter 125: Wipe Out

Just as I thought. Though I hoped it would not happen, it was bound to. Sorry everyone, no mass release today. I was out the entire day and I need some rest. But a promise is a promise- you will get extra chapters by the end of this week by any means. Stay tuned. Sorry again.

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A divine being who looked as if she were the deity in charge of the wind appeared, hovering at an altitude of a hundred meters.

Her beautiful silver dress and silky black hair danced with the stormy wind. He shiny silver eyes scanned through the terrain until it finally fixed on the old and bloodied guardian.

“Retreat.” She commanded with utmost authority.

The old man nodded before moving away from the scene.

The peculiar grey furred creature and the archer lurking at a treetop did not stop him, they did not dare to move their eyes away from the calamity looming above for even a moment.

“Good.” She said as she moved her eyes to the ghastly being below. “I let that red one die easily. Now, it’s time for you, the grey one, to compensate for what you have done to my son.” Her voice was cold- cold to the point of chilling.

“What?!” A masculine voice bellowed. It came from one of the trees down there.

The creature, on the other hand, was still concerned about its own survival. Its instinct screamed at him- to run. But alas, there was no path of escape remaining- it was surrounded by a wall of hills and storm.

Moreover, the existence looming above gave its beastly senses a feeling of dread so deep that it could feel its death coming despite the low intelligence.

Emilia Darkheart, the only Duchess of the Darkshore Kingdom, mother of the Royal Advisor of Nemphis waved her hand.

Blood spurted out from the beings one remaining beastly furred arm.

“Aaaaoooo!”

The red eyes beast took a step back with many bloody wounds in its arm.

She waved her arm again, sending blades of barely visible winds at the growling creature again.

Even with its superior agility, it could barely evade. Blood gushed out again, this time- from it torso, parts of which were already smashed in.

“Aaaaaaaooooooo!”

The creature howled in pain, its crazed eyes began to display more and more fear.

An arrow suddenly came out from the forest below, aiming right at her neck. She stood still. It was the arrow who dodged; it changed its trajectory a few meters away from her and disappeared into the distance.

Her eyes darted to the tree which the archer was lurking upon. But again, those eyes returned back to her current target- the grey furred monster.

She waved her hands a couple more time, slicing through the air.

*Spurt. Spurt*

“Aaaaaaooooooo!” Blood covered its entire body. Even with its inhuman vitality, it could barely stand up with the little blood remaining in in its body.

After a few more movements of the divine beings hand, the transformed being was down on the ground, in a pool formed by its own blood.

It’s twitching body conveyed that it was still alive- just barely, and for a few more moments at most.

The silver eyes looking down on everything from above finally moved its eyes from the bloody mess to where the archer was at.

“Now, it’s your turn.”

The archer who had watched his ‘comrade’ get slowly tortured to that almost dead state felt something clenching on his earth, preventing it from beating any further.

He, without any care of anything, turned around and ran away at full force- using his level 8 circler wind magical energy and even his life force to the fullest.

Just when he was about to climb up the mountains-

*Whoosh*

Something pulled him from behind. But he could not sense anything behind. All he knew that something was pulling him, sucking his entire being like a vacuum from behind. And he was right.

Emilia had her left arm reached out, palm facing the poor archer who was futilely try to run away from his assured demise. A silvery white magic circle was hovering, revolving just before her smooth palm.

And that circle was creating a suction force so strong that even a level 8 circler could hardly move in it, so precise that even a stray leave would not get into the vacuum unless she wanted to.

She took her left hand back, but the silvery white circle remained, locking the black clad archer in place. He could not move neither ahead, nor to his sides. He had only one option left- to give up resisting and get sucked towards the high level magic circle. And that was the last thing he wanted.

Emilia reached out her hand again. This time, it was her right. A circle misted out from thin air. It was silvery white, but even more dazzling than the circle before. It was bigger, and the designs inside were much more intricate- in one word, it was grand.

The circle which was slowly revolving at first suddenly began to rotate clockwise, same as the hurricane above. But suddenly, it began to rotate fast- extremely fast.

All the winds around that was playing their role in the storm began to accumulate in front of the circle, rotating as fast as before, if not faster- forming a huge tornado-like drill in the air. It had a diameter of two meters and it’s length was not any shorter than five meters.

The tip of the terrifying fast rotating drill was pointing at the terrified black clad man who was not even two meters tall.

“Whoosh* *Whistle* *Grrrr*

The drill was all ready, prepared to be launch.

Emilia gracefully put the face of her thumb and the tip of her middle finger together, and flicked.

The drill launched towards its target at breakneck speed.

“Aaaaaaaaaaaaaaah!!!

*Grrrrr.* *Splatter*

A little of his body parts ‘survived’ splattering across the surroundings. As for the rest- it turned into a mist of blood.

*Grrrrrr*

The drill did not stop as it continued to bore down into the mountains and then underground.

She did not give the bloody mist another glance as she turned back to the ‘red furred’ monster below.

Its body was completely still- dead.

Finally, she turned to the old man who watched everything with awe. She reached out her right hand again.

“You.” Her voice was still cold as it was. “You failed to protect my son.”