The Demon King's First General
Chapter 140: Stylist of Justice

Chapter 140: Stylist of Justice

The sun was already about to set when Zeno and Kizeler returned from the Court of Courtesy. Kizeler looked around and realized that they were not in the place where they were before.

In front of them was a small pit, just enough for a person to fall. The trees surrounding the area were aligned in a circular motion; their branches and leaves overlapped with each other as if they were hiding something inside.

"Where are we?" Kizeler asked, hoping to get an answer from his companion.

However, what he got was something different.

"He went here, inside this place," the demon replied, going straight to the pit.

"The child?" Kizeler said, but Zeno disappeared as he jumped into the small hole on the ground.

Upon seeing this, the human sighed and decided to follow suit. The place beneath the ground was dark like a moonless sky, and the defeaning silence gave Kizeler chills.

Despite not being able to see a thing, Kizeler didn’t panic; he let his energy flow into the ground, sensing the surroundings until he felt Zeno’s presence nearby.

A narrow path was waiting in front of him, and his companion was already traversing this way. After probing the area, he took his steps forward with the thought of catching the demon’s phase.

Giant rocks occupied the place, making Kizeler leap a few times. This continued for a while until he saw a tiny speck of light several meters away from him.

’Is that the place?’ He thought.

Then he hastened his steps, but as he came closer to where the light was coming from, a foul stench struck his sensitive sense of smell.

"What is that?" He blurted out as he pinched his nose with his fingers.

’It smells like rotten corpses,’ he instilled inside his mind.

Upon reaching the end of the narrow path, Kizeler found himself on a riverbank. He shut his eyes off as the sudden increase in brightness blinded him for a second.

"Is this outside?" He exclaimed, but he received no answer.

As he opened his eyes bit by bit, his legs started to shake, and his steps wobbled before falling to his knees.

"W-What in the world happened here?" He uttered, stuttering while staring at the corpses scattered around.

Humans and even different kinds of beastmen were lying on the ground, lifeless. The hundreds of bodies were already starting to decay.

"Based on the state of their corpses, they were dead for several days, but the blood was still fresh, as if they were killed just now," Zeno’s sudden voice made Kizeler recover from shock.

He stood up and began to assess the surroundings. Blood painted the bushes red, and dead fish floated on the stagnant water as the pile of corpses blocked the stream. Vermillion crows were feasting, filling their bellies with the flesh of the dead.

"Did they fight these monsters to death?" Kizeler asked.

"No," Zeno replied in an instance.

Then he looked upstream and spoke again.

"They were killed, and just a single entity did it. The blademarks on their bodies didn’t differ much from each other," he said.

"I wonder what kind of human can pull this out," he added.

Kizeler was shocked upon hearing the demon’s remark.

"Is there a human capable of doing this?" He asked as he moved his gaze where the demon was looking.

"You’re underestimating your kind too much. Let’s move," Zeno replied, and he started to walk in the upstream direction of the river.

"Well, I guess so," Kizeler said as he looked one more time at the pile of corpses before following the demon’s lead.

The traces of blood continued, and one or two corpses were still lying beside the river as the pair kept on walking. Upon seeing this, Kizeler gulped, and he suddenly remembered the child.

’I hope he’s in good condition,’ he contemplated.

Then, in the middle of his thoughts, the sound of blades clashing against each other captured his attention. Even Zeno dashed forward, leaving him behind.

Kizeler summoned his strength and leaped the fastest he could. With every step he took, the smell of blood became stronger than before. Then, from a distance, he saw Zeno standing still. When he finally caught up, his expression turned grim.

"This..." Kizeler was about to say something, but the strong smell and the sight before him made him throw up.

The pile of corpses he saw earlier was nothing compared to the towering mountain of dead bodies in front. Most of them were cut in half, while some had their heads missing. Blood dyed the field red, trees were burned, and heads were scattered across the area. Intestines and brain matters decorated the place as if they were garlands; however, Zeno wasn’t disturbed by this scene.

In that very place, two women stood several meters away from each other; the other one was busy catching her breath, but she was not the subject of the demon’s focus; it was the pink-haired woman holding a giant scissor in her right hand.

"Like she said, you’re really still alive, Sinclair," Zeno uttered as Sherise’s words replayed inside his mind.

. . . . .

Thousands of years ago, during the War of Reclamation, the deities bestowed a certain type of divine power known as miracles to aid the alliance—seven gifts for seven individuals. Later, these people went down in history as the Seven Apostles.

Each deity chose someone from different races. Humans, dragons, elves, sirens, beastmen, spirits, and dwarves sent their strongest warriors to receive the miracle. These made them strong enough to fend off the waves of demons but not that powerful to go toe to toe against sovereigns. However, their presence was enough to bring about changes in the tides of the chaotic battlefield. The unstoppable forces of demonic creatures were slain one after the other.

"Do not engage! She’s-" A demon with a long tongue almost touching the ground shouted but couldn’t finish his words as his head fell to the ground.

Behind the headless corpse, a human stood still. The next second, she lifted her leg and stomped the thing next to her foot. The demon’s head was crushed into mincemeat. Blood splattered onto her boots, but the woman didn’t mind. She glanced at the army of demons, staring at her with fear.

"For justice, extinguish the demons," she whispered.

Then she inhaled a deep breath and dashed forward with both blades on her hands.

Known as the strongest of the seven, the one who received power from the Deity of Justice. Hair as pink as the petals of the cherry blossoms, aquamarine eyes filled with tranquility, and a giant scissor that could split anything in half—the Stylist of Justice, Sinclair Autumn.

. . . . .

The woman noticed the pair of eyes staring at her, so she moved her head and looked at the owner of those eyes.

"A soul devourer?" She said. There was a hint of uncertainty in her voice.

However, she was forced to revert her sight in front as the other woman dashed into her with severe bloodlust.

"You demon! How could you kill a person without even batting an eye?" The woman exclaimed.

Her sword slashed downward, but the scissor’s blade blocked her attack with ease.

"Like I’ve said earlier, I don’t know what you’re talking about; I only kill demons," Sinclair replied, then stepped sideways and hit the other woman on the nape, rendering her unconscious.

Then, she caught the woman’s body and gently carried her away from the mountain of corpses. She laid her down underneath a shade of a large tree before turning around to face the man still staring at her.

"For justice, extinguish the demons," she uttered and ran towards Zeno.

Meanwhile, Zeno tossed the dice in the woman’s direction. Surprised by the sudden action, Sinclair was forced to raise her scissor to deflect the cube, but the strength of the impact sent her flying backwards. Her eyes widened after realizing how strong the man was.

’Winning is impossible; retreat is the top priority,’ Sinclair thought.

"Don’t get too agitated; I’m not here to fight a hero of the past," Zeno said as he made a few steps forward.

The dice flew back to him and slowly fell on the top of his palm.

"I’m just here to rescue the child hiding behind that tree; he’s your friend, isn’t he?" He added.

Sinclair was startled upon hearing the demon’s words.

"No, I’ll never let you touch even a single hair of him," she replied.

Afterward, she held the scissor’s fingerholes and let her energy channel into them. The hinge connecting the inside blade and outside blade disappeared, separating the two blades apart. With each on her hands, she dashed once more towards the demon.

However, a sudden yell behind her made her halt in her tracks.

"Big sister! Stop!" A child with tears and snot all over his face shouted.

"Get cover! It’s dangerous here!" Sinclair yelled without averting his eyes from the demon.

"No! Big sister, they’re my friends," the child replied, crying.

Upon hearing this, Sinclair turned around and went towards the boy. She kneeled with one of her knees to match the young child’s height.

"Friend? But he’s a demon, and a very dangerous one," she stated, confused.

The child shook his head and even pointed in a specific direction.

"That big brother treats me well," he said.

Sinclair looked where the young child was pointing, and there he was, a human whose eyes were beaming with sadness while still staring at the mountain of corpses.

. . . . .