Slaughter Under the Moonlight

Under the black veil of night, silver moonlight poured down.

Outside the small hut, a group of Black-Clad Soldiers who had noticed the commotion at the "pigsty" surrounded the area, but they were quickly forced to their knees by the sheer pressure radiating from Lynn.

Lynn paid no attention to his surroundings. He held the Black-Clad Soldier who had humiliated Kasa high in the air with one hand, his eyes filled with concern as he looked at Kasa.

"Big brother is late."

The voice drifted into the hut. Under the illumination of the moonlight, Kasa heard the familiar voice, his body suddenly stiffened, and he looked up with a tremble.

After seeing clearly that it was Lynn, a flash of excitement crossed Kasa's pale, weak face... followed by disbelief.

"Big... brother." Kasa suddenly smiled, his entire being feeling incredibly relaxed.

He said nothing more, nor was there any need to say anything else.

"I'm taking you to get revenge!" Lynn's voice was low and firm. With a flick of his finger, a sharp burst of battle aura sliced through Kasa's limbs, snapping the chains that imprisoned him and restoring his freedom.

Kasa, now free, did not stand up immediately. Instead, he turned to the Black-Clad Soldier held by Lynn and asked:

"Where did you lock up my cousin?"

"Next... next door, please... spare me..." The Black-Clad Soldier in Lynn's grip gasped, speaking with great difficulty, his eyes filled with pleading as he looked at Lynn.

Lynn turned his head to look at the soldier. Recalling what Kasa had just endured, the anger in his heart could no longer be suppressed. With a forceful squeeze of his palm, Lynn crushed the soldier's skull with one hand.

Red and white matter splattered everywhere, but Lynn paid no mind, his expression cold to the extreme.

"Anyone who touches my brother, Lynn's brother, must die!"

After speaking, Lynn swept his icy gaze across the Black-Clad Soldiers kneeling on the ground.

"This Saint Domain master, we were only following orders." A soldier dressed as a leader, struggling to withstand Lynn's pressure, said with a nervous expression. "Besides, the person behind us is also a powerful Saint Domain master. Please, sir, spare us."

"Spare you?"

Hearing this request, Lynn let out a disdainful sneer.

People are not tools. If a sword wounds someone, the sword is innocent, but the one who commands the wounding is guilty—does that mean the one who carries out the act is innocent?

People are not tools; people have their own minds.

Now that these Black-Clad Soldiers were facing their doom, the fact that they tried to use such logic to escape Lynn's slaughter was simply laughable. They were following orders, but did that mean the people they captured were born to die?

As for the Saint Domain master the soldier mentioned, Lynn had no fear at all. With his comprehension of the Fate Law reaching the limit of the Saint Domain, Lynn feared almost no one in the Saint Domain!

"I am going to kill you all, and even a Saint Domain master won't be able to stop me!"

As Lynn finished speaking, seven giant snakes made of flames manifested out of thin air behind him, the terrifying heat waves distorting the air.

"Kill!!"

The seven giant fire snakes lunged rapidly toward the surrounding soldiers. Terrifying flames rolled out, the crackling sound of Combustion filled the air, and the wails of the soldiers rang out incessantly.

Within mere minutes, the battlefield was swallowed by blood and fire. The soldiers lay scattered on the ground, their bodies burned into charcoal, resembling nothing more than dried firewood.

The enraged Lynn had long since shed his usual gentleness, choosing to burn the surrounding soldiers alive in the most brutal way possible.

At the center of the base, Ming Hong, who had been sleeping while holding a delicate young girl, was jolted awake by the sound of explosions.

"Enemy attack! Enemy attack!"

The sound of war drums beating, accompanied by the nervous, hoarse shouts of soldiers, tugged at Ming Hong's heartstrings.

"Damn it, which blind faction is attacking us now?" Ming Hong donned his armor and walked out of the tent, his face full of impatience.

Unlike the nervous ordinary soldiers, Ming Hong, a level-eight warrior, was long accustomed to such raids.

Ever since the Three-Eye Church arrived in the Dark Night Principality, clashes with local slave factions had led to the base being attacked over a dozen times.

However, because the Dark Night Principality was not particularly strong, the strongest among the invading enemies were usually only around level-seven warriors. Level-eight warriors were rare, having only appeared twice so far. Such attacks could at most kill some ordinary soldiers and posed no threat to high-ranking members of the Three-Eye Church like Ming Hong.

"BOOM!!"

The pitch-black night was suddenly illuminated by an orange-red glow.

For a moment, daylight replaced the night.

Stepping out of his tent, Ming Hong squinted his eyes against the sudden glare. In his pupils, he saw giant, burning fireballs.

In an instant, these fireballs plummeted from the dark clouds, each the size of a house. The scorching flames danced, playing a symphony of death. The fireballs carried rolling heat waves, crashing toward the ground with the force of a landslide.

The first to bear the brunt were the watchtowers around the base. The fireballs landed on the ground, turning into a massive ring of fire that engulfed the entire base.

The tents in the encampment were set ablaze one after another. The Black-Clad Soldiers were terrified by the sudden "natural disaster" and fled in all directions, but how could flesh and blood outrun the pursuit of fireballs?

Driven by Lynn, the fireballs smashed precisely into the crowds. In just a few moments, the base turned into ruins. Aside from the dungeon holding ordinary people and the pigsty holding the mages, every other area was reduced to ashes.

"Is this the fire-type forbidden spell—Meteor Volcano?"

Witnessing the entire process of Lynn casting the spell, Kasa's mouth hung open in shock, and he looked at Lynn in disbelief.

"Bro...ther, you... you... didn't you just break through to a level-seven mage a year ago? How are you a Saint Domain master now?" Kasa was so stimulated that he couldn't even finish a sentence.

Hearing this question, Lynn, who had become accustomed to answering it, almost blurted out "just lucky," but fortunately, he caught himself in time.

Forcing down the urge to touch his nose with his left hand, Lynn said in a firm tone, "Talent and hard work."

"Uh..." Kasa looked at Lynn suspiciously, feeling that his boss wasn't telling the whole truth, but Kasa didn't dwell on it; regardless, he trusted that Lynn wouldn't harm him.

"Let's go, time to head home!"

"Yeah!"

Following that, enveloped by Lynn's battle aura, the two soared into the air and vanished into the horizon in the blink of an eye.

"Did we forget something?" Kasa looked back at the dilapidated ruins on the ground behind them, his tone filled with doubt.

"The people are killed, and you've been rescued; there shouldn't be anything left behind," Lynn added.

"Yeah, that's true!" Kasa nodded.

Kasa's cousin: ??

Not long after Lynn and Kasa departed, a black figure flew into the territory of the Dark Night Principality.

The person who arrived was none other than the Three-Eyed Winged Human, Elmer.

Elmer was in a very good mood today because, due to the war launched by the two major churches on the continent, the soul essence harvested by the bases across the continent this time far exceeded the past, with each one reaching over one hundred thousand units.

"The accumulated soul essence now exceeds twenty million units, enough to condense into a Soul Gold Bead."