Chapter 292: The Slaughter III

"Killed! Killed!"

The screams of the guests at the gate of the 'Manor' came one after another—they finally saw clearly the lifeless corpse lying on the ground.

These normally decent people turned pale and trembled.

Dean glanced at these people, and did not take any further actions - these guys are not good things, but compared with the people he really wants to deal with, they are not capital crimes.

However, the death penalty can be avoided, but the living penalty cannot be escaped.

"Tie them up!"

Dean said so.

Immediately, the soldiers behind rushed over like wolves and tigers, and tied up these people. The tax official seemed to want to remind something, but in the end he just moved his lips and said nothing.

Lauder has seen it clearly by now.

The Lord Zelgon in front of him is definitely a character between an executioner and a lunatic. To the left is an executioner, and to the right is a lunatic.

And when walking in the middle, it's a little bit of both.

Lauder would never get close to such a character on weekdays, but now?

It seems that everything is too late!

A feeling of wanting to cry but unable to cry spread throughout Lauder's body - because Lauder knew very well that even with Dean's guarantee, he was finished.

Yes, Earl Horsh, Mort Karl, and Bosa will not trouble him.

But what about everyone else?

What about the people involved this time?

Look at these tied up gentlemen in front of you!

When facing that Lord Zelgon, he was scared to death. Obediently let go. And when facing him. It is vicious.

I'm really not into it!

Lauder roared loudly in his heart.

but,

This does not change the current situation.

"You stay here! Lauder, you are in charge here temporarily, and write down their names!"

Dean said so.

Hearing Dean's order, Lauder, who had been thinking about how to get rid of the relationship, suddenly wanted to cry. He said tremblingly, "Jeez, Sir. I..."

"what happened to you?"

Dean turned his head and looked at Lauder calmly.

"Nothing! I will definitely complete the task satisfactorily!"

Facing the calm, seemingly emotionless eyes, Lauder bowed cleanly and replied.

If you refuse, you will die now!

Lauder clearly felt this message.

die now? Or die later?

Lauder undoubtedly chose the latter.

Gritting his teeth, Lauder began to take charge here—he walked up to those gentlemen, faced those unfriendly eyes, and shouted loudly, "Tell me your names and addresses!"

"Lauder, you bastard!"

"I won't let you go, Lauder!"

Facing such a roar. The gentlemen who were tied up roared.

"Don't let me go? Okay, don't let me go! I tell you not to let me go!"

Lauder himself was aggrieved. Facing such reprimands, he was completely enraged, a vein popped up on his forehead, he snatched the long sword of the soldier next to him, and just like that, with the scabbard on, he hit these people head-on and face-to-face .

While beating, Lauder roared.

"I told you not to let me go! I told you not to let me go!"

Crack, crack, crack!

The scabbard fell on the skin and flesh, bloodstains emerged, and then, bruised quickly.

And those gentlemen let out screams.

The screams replaced the previous reprimands.

However, Lauder has no intention of stopping - Lauder now understands that he has offended these guys anyway, and these guys obviously won't let him go magnanimously, so it's better to charge some interest now.

As for after?

Let's talk about the next thing!

With such an idea, Lauder not only didn't stop, but on the contrary became more and more forceful. The scabbard was in the hands of the tax official, and it fell violently, screaming incessantly.

The surrounding soldiers saw it, but did not stop it.

Because Lauder is their leader at this time, they need to obey—from this point of view, the soldiers trained by Bosa and Mott still have considerable merit.

Dean could hear the screams of the gentlemen behind him.

However, he had no intention of stopping it.

After all, such screams seemed nothing compared to the women who had cried and begged for mercy beneath them.

"The wailing of the weak, the strong are dismissive, they have no mercy, only the dignity and tyranny of the strong - until they meet a stronger strong, and they themselves are weak..."

Dean said softly, like a bard's crooning, with a hint of aria.

He walked forward slowly, with the [Sharp Thorn of Gale Wind] in his hand, there was a flash of memory in his hand.

Clang!

Amidst the sound of metal clashing and cutting, the gate formed by the iron fence of the 'Manor' was cut off like this, and Dean stepped in.

The rest of the guards kept watching through the gate. When they saw Dean walking in, another mercenary leader shouted: "Stop him!"

Immediately, the mercenaries rushed up.

"Kill!"

"Get rid of him!"

Such shouts sounded one after another, and the mercenaries brandishing all kinds of weapons rushed towards Dean in a swarm.

Dean, holding a long sword in his hand, lowered his body slightly, took a step forward with his left foot, and kicked his right foot on the ground——

Whoosh!

The whole person disappeared in place with a sound of breaking through the air.

After that, sword lights began to flicker in front of the mercenaries.

That kind of sword light is not fleeting, but continuous, and the blood is like the attraction of positive and negative poles, spurted up by these sword lights.

Bright sword light, bright red.

The two are superimposed on each other, just like a white and red flower, not only dazzling. And unusually beautiful.

Dean's figure appeared again.

He stood behind those mercenaries. Gently shake off the blood on the blade. Then, slowly put the sword back into its sheath——

Click!

Puff puff……

With a clear sound of returning to the sheath, like dominoes, the mercenaries who were still standing behind spurted countless blood from the aorta of the neck.

A blood column composed of more than a dozen streams of blood is like a fountain with different eyes.

Draws people's eyes, makes them gape and stare.

Plop, plop...

Clang, clang...

The sound of corpses and weapons falling to the ground sounded. These people will be overwhelmed, the soldiers looked at each other in shock, the tax officer stopped his whipping, stared at the corpses, his mouth moved like a catfish.

And those who followed behind and watched the excitement all gasped.

Then, instinctively, they searched for Dean.

However, nothing was found.

Dean had already stepped into the building of the 'Manor'.

Luxurious and bright. It's dizzying!

This is Dean's most intuitive feeling after stepping into this building.

but. There should have been shouts in a charming voice and the bustling scene of crowded people, but it was gone, and the whole hall fell into a sense of loneliness.

It's like a porcelain plate, with a corner missing, which makes people feel uncomfortable and uncomfortable.

But it was uncomfortable and uncomfortable, but in Dean's opinion, it was too good.

After all, the missing corner doesn't belong here, does it?

Even if it is, it seems to be integrated with this place, but does the gap really not exist?

Perfect fit!

There are still gaps!

On the white porcelain plate, this corner was forced into it, and there were two ugly gaps, which seemed to be like this under layers of cover.

However, for someone like Dean, he is more willing to break off that corner again and put it in its original place.

As for the rest, the plate that seemed a bit uncomfortable and uncomfortable?

Just break it!

Regardless of whether it was eventually thrown where it should go like a dump, or it was thrown straight into the soil to pave the road.

It's better than putting it in front of your eyes and being an eyesore!

"put!"

A slightly crisp sound sounded.

More than a dozen arrows shot out from the gap behind the railing on the second floor, each one was full of force, and each one seemed to be chasing the wind and electricity, making it hard to react.

However, that category is only for ordinary people.

In the eyes of these shooters, Dean's figure appeared layer upon layer of phantoms.

It's not really a phantom, it's just that they can't catch up with Dean's speed.

"Stop him!"

The slightly crisp sound rang out again.

However, it was obviously a bit late. Dean rushed forward, stepped on a pillar in a hall, and had already borrowed his strength to rush to the second floor.

After that, there was another howl of death.

When the wailing ended, Dean stood in front of the lady with a slightly crisp voice.

The other party was dressed in a black dress, with plump breasts and dazzling whiteness. Standing in front of Dean, there was a look of horror on his powdered face.

A pair of cute and pitiful appearance.

"Ms. Matt?"

Dean looked at each other and asked calmly.

"You, who are you?"

The lady opposite, like a frightened deer, asked tremblingly.

"Dean Ken Zelgon!"

Dean gave his full name.

"I don't know you, why did you break into my house! You..."

A series of almost crazy curses appeared in the lady's mouth.

It was as if it was a frightened lady who was venting her panic.

Dean frowned.

And just as Dean frowned, a cold light appeared from behind Dean.

The lady's horror was also replaced by a smile.

ps first update~

Ga ga ga ~ eat dumplings at noon, dumplings with lotus vegetable pork filling and sauerkraut pork filling ~~~ Decadent favorite! !

Dip in a little garlic vinegar and chili oil~ that feeling, just one word - cool! !

Goal: 100 dumplings~a bowl of dumpling soup~(to be continued...) ()