Chapter 240 A surprise gift for demons!

Chapter 240 A surprise gift for demons!

Chapter 240

The next slave was dragged forward, and as the butcher demon's knife glinted in the torchlight, the Inquisitor leaned forward slightly, just enough to ensure the girl could see his eyes. "Pay attention, little one," he whispered, his voice as smooth and chilling as ice, "because this is only the beginning."

He smiled slowly, his gaze piercing through the crowd, feeding on the fear that had locked their tongues. "Then bring me the next one," he said softly, but his voice echoed across the square, slicing through their hearts. The butcher demon dragged a sobbing boy forward, a child barely in his teens, whose wide, terror-stricken eyes darted around, pleading for someone, anyone, to intervene.

The laughter of the demons reached a fever pitch as they took in the child's small, shaking frame. Some even mocked him openly. "Oh, poor thing, will he even scream loud enough?" one jeered, while another demon called, "Better practice begging, little one. Maybe they'll let you go!"

The child's screams as he was pushed to his knees were muffled by the din of laughter. His small hands shook as he lifted them in a futile attempt to shield himself from the butcher demon's blade.

His cries mingled with the steady chant of the demons as they cheered for more blood, their voices blending into a horrifying symphony of cruelty.

"Dispose of him," Vasoth said lazily to the butcher demon. The crowd of slaves recoiled, the small moment of hope slipping away as quickly as it had appeared.

The boy was shoved to his knees, his face dull and ghastly, and he looked directly at the blade with an expression that embodied fear itself.

The little girl shook slightly in anger, her strained eyes not wanting to watch her own kin being executed at a demon's whim. Yet, she felt restrained and could only watch amidst the mocking laughter filling her ears.

She gritted her teeth as she watched the butcher prepare the sharp, long tool while restraining the boy on the execution device.

Swish!

The butcher demon raised his axe, ready to strike the screaming boy.

She wanted to close her eyes, but each time she tried, the merchant would yank her hair with force.

Just as the butcher was about to behead the boy, a loud sound echoed across the surroundings.

It was a booming sound.

Vasoth abruptly turned his head to the west, and as he did, he saw a shadowy object flying towards him at terrifying speed.

He possessed multiple abilities and had a high affinity with the sand element. Cornering him would not have been easy.

Not to mention, he also had a special trump card. Yet, despite all this, Drul had died so miserably—a troubling sign.

This meant the enemy had completely overpowered Drul.

How one-sided it must have been... Drul's unique eyes should have bought him time to distract the enemy and escape.

Those eyes were an inheritance from his forefathers, and even against higher-level demons, they should have worked for a moment or two, giving Drul enough time to use his artifacts to flee.

But the result was before him—his eyes gouged out. The enemy must have taken them.

"Such arrogance..." Vasoth muttered under his breath, his jaw clenched.

"Hahaha..." Vasoth's features distorted as an ugly expression twisted his beautiful face, a shiver running through him.

The fact that Drul's body had been thrown at him must have been intentional.

What was the human intruder trying to convey?

Vasoth turned and glanced at the confused, fearful slaves, his gaze becoming subtle and a bit colder.

He understood the message. Leave the slaves, or he would meet a similar fate.

However...

The human was clearly underestimating them.

A cruel smile spread across his face.

Trying to threaten him in his own domain? What a fool. Vasoth would make sure he regretted it.

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