Translator: Atlas Studios Editor: Atlas Studios
Samael charged into the gamers like a wolf in a herd of sheep. He swung his Pike wildly while he contemplated trapping the souls of the gamers before torturing them viciously.
He wanted to see them tortured and in pain. He wanted them to be like ants and give up their dignity before pleading for mercy.
Samael came up with millions of ways to torture them. First of all, he wanted to have a taste of their fear.
Samael had seen fear in those pathetic mortals before.
As such, he didnât kill all of them. After diving, he stomped the naked Gnome that called him âGrandsonâ to death. Then, he grabbed the double Dagger Gnome that tried to retreat.
Samael intended to slowly squeeze him to death.
The Gnome was panicking, but he wasnât fearful like Samael had anticipated. Instead, the Gnome wildly stabbed at him.
The Gnome, BurningChestHair, was strangled by Samael, and his face turned maroon. However, he used his remaining breath to shout, âHorizontal slash, berserker strike, horizontal slash, berserker strike...â
A Gnome below shouted, âChestHair is dead! I told you not to pull his Aggro. Fight without shouting nonsense. All DPS retreat. Donât die! Throw your weapons to a convenient spot before dying!â
The group of gamers dispersed and moved with military precision.
Two of the gamers hopped and executed a 360-degree somersault.
Samael didnât understand why they did that. The flea-like green-skinned creatures dispersed rapidly, so Samael wasnât able to kill all of them.
Samael pulverized the Gnome that he held in his hand and threw the lifeless body to the ground. Samael then walked towards the Gnome that was shouting.
The BOSS was chasing after an OT gamer after killing his previous target.
As for the pulling of Aggro...
âD*mn, Aggro is determined according to the loudness of oneâs voice?â
âThatâs cracking me up. Pants, youâre dead.â
âPants, the BOSS is coming for you!â
âLaugh all you like. Pull the Aggro of the BOSS!â NotWearingPants fled while he shouted. The fact was that he had nowhere to run.
The naked Tank gamers charged at Samael, shouting at him.
âTonight, your mom will die!â
âIâll let your mom wear a reviving armor and then kill her twice!â
âThe tall BOSS is hot on your trail!â
âGosh, what does that mean?â
âChasing after the sun.â
âHouyi is hot on your trail.â
âShooting the sun?â
âHow about the Titanic?â
âWhat about the Creator Goddess? Is that good?â
âIf there are Storm and Wind, weâll rule the world.â
âThatâs hilarious, you silly dudes. Where did you learn all of these? Hahahaha!â
âIf youâre not a learned person, you canât fight monsters.â
âIâve learned a lot in online games.â
âWhy are all of you so low class?â
The gamers were shouting vulgarities at Samael to pull his Aggro. Though Samael was initially going after NotWearingPants, after hearing their insults, though he couldnât understand some of the words and he didnât have a mom, he was infuriated.
Samael turned his head and swept his Pike. He killed the gamers who were within his attack radius. However, the gamers were still smiling merrily. They werenât fearful at all.
They were extremely happy and exhilarated. Those dead gamers vanished into Mana trails in the air. Then, a replacement came in and continued to taunt Samael.
When Samael decided to kill off all the gamers, Sherlock walked back.
His clothes were tattered, but he wasnât seriously wounded.
âSamael.â Sherlock walked towards Samael and said, âYou canât defeat us. I have the bravest warriors in the Underworld. Even without me, theyâll stop you.â
âAre you referring to these green-skinned creatures? If you think these dirty little creatures can stop me, forget about it. Kneel down and yield to me, Sherlock!â
Samael spread out his hands as though he was announcing his victory. His power continued to expand, and his shoulders bulged. With dark liquid oozing out, a pair of black wings sprouted out.
Samael had four wings fully extended out. With the addition of the new wings, his power seemed to have increased to a new level.
Black feathers shed gradually to the ground.
Samael looked up and put his claws on top of his head.
A powerful blow landed on the side of Samaelâs head, and he flew out. He was pinned against the nearby wall.
The wall had radial cracks expanding from where Samaelâs huge body was pinned by a long black Pike, which he was dangling from.
The Pike, which emitted a black aura, penetrated Samaelâs head and drove deep into the wall. Samael was in pain, and black mist seeped out from his eyes, nose, and mouth. Soon, he vanished.
Samaelâs Pike disintegrated gradually, while the four wings behind his back withered and dissolved.
âSherlock, was this your plan? By releasing Samael, were you intending to create a ruckus?â
A slender figure in a tutu skirt stood on the Pike.
Compared to the humongous body of Samael, Liloâs body was extremely petite.
A pair of shiny black wings extended from Liloâs back, and the brilliance of Mana emanated from her.
âOf course not.â Sherlock smiled as he gazed at Lilo and pointed to the dissolving Samael. A large and precious pearl fell to the ground and was covered with grit.
âI did everything for this. That is the key to conquering the Heavenly Kingdom, Lilo.â