King of Titans and Dragons
Chapter 270 - 270 265 The Death List

Chapter 270: Chapter 265: The Death List Chapter 270: Chapter 265: The Death List “Slap!” “Slap!”… The sound of strikes echoed, bloodied teeth flying from a dozen adventurer’s mouths. In just a mere moment, those brash adventurers were blown away by Fiona and Otlis, writhing agonizingly on the ground, clutching their bleeding faces. Their cheeks puffed up; all had swollen from the onslaught.

This sudden event silenced the packed tavern as nearly everyone turned their gaze towards the door to Muria.

“Isn’t that the Humanoid Magic Cannon who cleared the way for the holy knights at the city gate? What’s he doing here?”

“Hehe, perhaps this big figure also…”

“Will you shut up? Do you think this figure can’t hear you? Want a beating, do you?”

After merely a brief silence, the tavern-goers who came for entertainment began whispering amongst themselves. Because of Muria’s previous actions, his reputation in this city had significantly risen, and it wasn’t long before people recognized his identity.

Muria took no notice of those whispering patrons; his body rose from the ground, flying towards the bar. Behind him, Otlis released a strand of Dragon Prestige, glancing at the patrons. Seeing the tavern fall silent again, a malicious grin spread across his face.

“Call out whoever’s in charge of your Graywing here!” Muria said to the ever so calm bartender, who was polishing glasses from the start, his tone indifferent.

“I’m sorry, sir, but I don’t understand what you’re talking about.” The young bartender cooly continued to polish his glasses, head bowed, “If you’re not here for a drink, please leave.”

“Hmph!” Muria waved a dismissing hand, too lazy to explain further. Pointing a blade at someone’s neck while asking questions was much easier than asking politely.

“Ignorant conceit! A mere human of Gold Rank, daring to slight His Majesty.” Red Dragon Otlis sneered, stepped forward, grabbed the bartenders hair unable to resist, and smashed his face on the bar’s solid wood counter.

Shattered wood and crystal shards flew everywhere, a large dent appearing on the bar where Otlis had slammed the bartender’s face.

“Argh!” The bartender who hid his cultivation and strength roared, his Gold Rank fighting qi bursting forth around him, forming a suit of dark armour. Then, with a face full of fury, he attempted to counter-attack.

But harsh reality slapped him. His armour was easily shattered by Otlis’s bare hands. The young bartender roared in anger but was caught by the sneering Red Dragon and struck into the ground.

“What are you shouting for? An insect is an insect. Screaming won’t make you stronger.” Otlis stepped on the bartender’s head, a look of contempt on his face.

“Stop!” Not until Red Dragon Otlis had savagely beaten the bartender for over a minute, almost destroying him, did a fiercely incensed command echo late in the tavern.

Unfortunately, few remained in the tavern to hear this powerful voice since the adventurers slipped out one by one like rabbits as soon as the bartender revealed his Gold Rank qi.

None had the intent to stay and witness the close-range battle. Observing a fight of the strong was only safe from a distance, let alone near – bystanders could easily die in these terrifying exchanges, which could destroy and affect all the weak.

“Finally showed up!” Muria said, seeing a doorway open in front of the person still posturing at him. Irritated, he ignored the other and turned to the Abyss Refining demon, “Mels, it’s up to you. Question him until we get all the information. His life or death doesn’t matter.”

After speaking, Muria didn’t bother with the reaction of the old person who had revealed his shadowy figure, but directly walked out of the bar. He would wait outside for the interrogation results from his two giant dragon followers and the demon servant.

If these four, including a human elder at Soul Intent First Tier and three non-human beings at Soul Intent Peak, couldn’t resolve this, Muria thought they might as well end their own lives to save their races from embarrassment.

“Ahh!” As Muria stepped out of the bar, a sharp, anguished scream pierced the air. Muria glanced up and saw a barrier covering the pub, preventing any noise from inside from reaching the outside world.

“Excellent!” Muria nodded at Fiona, who had seamlessly set up a barrier in silence.

Proud of being an old dragon, she was indeed experienced.

…Not long after, Mels emerged from the tavern with a satisfied expression on his face, holding a scroll filled with names.

“Master! You asked for all of them.”

You should know that even in Hell, getting a soul of the Soul Intent Level isn’t something that you can easily acquire. This thing is a treasured resource, highly desirable but hardly obtainable. But now, summoned by Muria, within a day, Mels had obtained a human soul of the Soul Intent Level. Although it was slightly weaker, it was nevertheless a Soul Intent.

“What’s this?” Muria took the scroll from Mels and began to examine it closely.

“This is a list of those who intend to assassinate the Demon Hunter Knight under your protection.” Mels, bending forward, replied, “They have all issued assassination tasks to the Grey Feather Organization against the Demon Hunter Knight, and the advance payment has already been made.”

“So many people want to kill Leon, huh?” Muria’s face revealed a faint smile, “Very well, it’s enlightening.”

“These forces that want to kill the Demon Hunter Knight are divided into three groups. The first group is nobles who are associated with Dark Races. The second group is nobles who inherently possess dark bloodlines. The last group is the Dark Races lurking in this city.”

“Your Majesty, these contemptuous creatures have violated your dignity. I suggest we slaughter them all.” Red Dragon Otlis, emanating a murderous aura, suggested. The Red Dragons loved slaughter.

“Hmm.” Muria nodded lightly, “Fiona, deliver these locations of the Dark Races lurking in the city and this list to the Church of the Good God. Let them handle it.

As for these nobles, we are responsible for dealing with them! The Church cannot intervene.”

“…” Abyss Refining Demon Mels’s lips moved, as if wanting to say something, but eventually, he abandoned the thought. He felt that killing so many nobles all at once seemed a bit too arrogant… but when he thought about their offense to Muria, it seemed they deserved it.

…Inside a manor in the Patrick Fortress…

“I heard that the Grey Feather Organization’s assassination attempt failed,” said a young noble, pampered, with a slightly abnormal pale complexion, looking at his butler.

“Supposedly, they were all captured by the Golden Dragon at the city gate. They should be undergoing questioning now.” The scrupulously dressed, OCD like, elderly butler replied with a bow.

“Caught? Waste of space!” The young noble swore in anger, “They didn’t sell me out, did they?”

“No, assassins from Grey Feather are trustworthy.”

“What if they manage to trace us during the interrogation?”

“And what could they do to us? You’re a royal noble, the Church doesn’t have the right to judge you.”

“That’s true.” The young noble laughed smugly upon hearing this. But at this moment, ‘Whoosh!’, sunlight poured down on him.

The young noble’s smile froze on his face as he looked up. The ceiling of his villa had been ripped off, and a teenager with black hair and golden pupils was standing aloofly in the sky above, reaching out to him…