With that, seven figures appeared in front of the group while the sound of footsteps echoed in the halls.
They all wore the same clothes and carried identical swords, just like the Silencing Sword Sectâs dead
disciple.
Seeing these people, Butcherâs expressions instantly perked up⦠He was the one who held them
back, giving Channing and the others a chance to escape, including his lover. After fighting for a while,
the Silencing Sword Sect members mustâve thought he was dead and chased after the rest.
âThese people are back, but whereâs Bunty and the others?â
He started panicking and questioned, âWhere are our comrades? What did you do to them?â
The red-haired teen noticed Butcher and was shocked. Being the leader of the sect, he spoke up first.
âHoly sh*t! How is this pillock not dead yet?â
âBoss, isnât it better that heâs alive?â another chimed in. âWe need quite a lot of blood from these
Wasteland junk. This guy is huge, so we can definitely squeeze a lot of blood out of him⦠With the rest
of those natives, we might just have enough or perhaps a little extra!â
Upon hearing this, Alder and his group were extremely furious. These people treated them as livestock,
ready to turn them into sacrifice.
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While eyeing the women in the group repeatedly, someone had another idea. His jaw dropped, and his
eyes filled with sheer lust. âLook, boss! Those ladies are so fine, they are way hotter than the others.
Theyâre even prettier than the fairies in our sect!â
âOh dang. You donât say? I didnât really notice them before, but I hope they are really as hot as they
look now when we look up close. Are all Wasteland women such beauties?â
Their excitement was in a way justified, as every woman who showed up was beautiful in their own
right. Some might even say that they harbored ethereal appearances. Claudia, for instance, looked
cold and distant, but this only made her seem extraordinarily elegant as if she were a bard.
Martiny, on the other hand, was curvy and fair. Her appearance gave off the vibe of lightness as a
cloud, like a goddess that had descended to Earth.
Both Luna and Freya were absolute beauties as well. One was passionate, sexy, and hold, while the
other was your gentle, typical girl next door.
âThis is amazing.â
âBoss, itâd be a shame to sacrifice such women.â
âThatâs right, boss! We couldnât possibly get such beautiftd women back in the sect, but so many
Wasteland natives have come to us. This is simply paradise! Why wait when we can have them for
ourselves now?â
Their leader was very tempted as well, with his eyes fixed on⦠Martiny. He was this close to drooling
even. âAlright then, kill all the men, and leave the four of those women!â
âOh and, I call dibs on that one. You guys can pick from the rest!â The leader spoke up, instantly
claiming Martiny for himself.
Martiny truly was the most beautiful among the group. Not only did she have all the curves in the right
places, but her features were also delicate. Her long, fair legs looking as if they had been smeared with
butter, she also had a divine scent, being a recently awakened Dragon Whisperer.
However, their words were enough to infuriate these pretty ladies.
âHow rude and obnoxious!â they thought.
âAhem â
Just then, the old guardian of the True Martial shrine let out a few dry coughs. âSince when has the
Silencing Sword sect become a bunch of bandits, going to such lows as to kidnap women?â
Their leader, a red-haired teen, was called Ron Landon. He looked at the old man from the corner of
his disdain-filled eyes. âWho do you think you are, you crusty old codger? How dare you talk to us
members of the Silencing Sword sect in such a manner? Youâre one cough away from dying anyway,
so why are you even here?â
The old man had lived a long and fruitful life, not to mention how influential he was. Being the guardian
of this shrine, he had never been insulted this way in his entire life. It enraged him so severely that he
very nearly threw blood up.
âI didnât expect the sect to have ended up like this. Your ancestor, Zen Gailen, would definitely not rest
if he discovers that the sect he founded has turned into a banditâs nest.â
One of thorn scrunched his nose up. âZen⦠What..? Now? Who in the heck is that? I literally donât
know who youâre talking about.â