The Inhuman Fallen Ones

Qin Heng suppressed the surging fury in his chest and, instead of lingering, immediately began a search.

With his spiritual power, comparable to that of a Titled Douluo, he swept through every inch of the village in moments, eventually finding five surviving children in a hidden cellar behind the village.

The oldest of the five was about twelve or thirteen, while the youngest appeared to be no more than five or six.

They were curled up in the corner of the cellar, their faces pale, their eyes filled with terror and numbness.

Clearly, at the final moment, their parents or elders had fought to hide them, trading their own lives to buy them a sliver of hope.

Qin Heng softened his voice and movements as much as possible, carrying them out of the cellar one by one to a granary in the village that was relatively concealed yet offered a clear view of the village entrance.

From the oldest boy, he quickly learned what had transpired.

About three hours ago, a group of soul masters dressed in black robes with cold, sinister auras had suddenly stormed the village.

Leading them was a powerful soul master with a bat-type martial soul; he possessed eight soul rings and had reached the level of a Soul Douluo.

The moment those Fallen Ones entered the village, they began a massacre, their methods cruel beyond measure.

They not only drained the villagers of their blood but specifically targeted the elderly and children, digging out hearts, severing limbs, and inflicting torture as if they took pleasure in slaughter and agony.

After listening, Qin Heng gently patted the boy's shoulder, his voice low but filled with unquestionable resolve:

"Stay here and do not come out. Very powerful soul masters will arrive soon; they are the Angel Legion of Martial Soul Hall, and they will surely stop to inspect the village when they see the situation. You will be safe then."

He took some dry rations and water from his storage soul tool, placed them within the children's reach, and then stood up.

The five children looked at the figure covered in armor; though they could not see his face, they instinctively felt a reassuring power.

The oldest boy asked with a sob, "Lord... Lord Soul Master, where... where are you going?"

Qin Heng turned around, the Asura Armor gleaming with a cold, blood-red light under the sun. His voice was calm, yet carried a heart-stopping murderous intent: "I am going to kill every last one of those beasts."

With that, he hesitated no longer. His figure flashed, darting out of the granary and speeding toward the main road leading to the Star Luo Empire.

Since the Angel Legion would arrive soon, the safety of these children was guaranteed.

As for himself, he was merely a clone; if he were destroyed, he could simply condense another.

Right now, he only wanted to catch up and tear those inhumane Fallen Ones into pieces, leaving none behind!

With the second soul skill of the Asura Armor fully activated, Qin Heng's figure turned into a dark red blur, chasing madly in the direction the Fallen Ones had departed, fueled by monstrous rage.

Qin Heng's form became a dark red blur, speeding along the main road. The powerful amplification provided by the Asura Armor made his speed astonishing, turning the scenery along the way into mere indistinct shadows.

Yet, the further he traveled, the heavier his heart became.

About twenty minutes later, he encountered three more villages in succession.

The first village was slightly smaller than Qinghe Village and was likewise plunged into deathly silence.

At the village entrance lay several corpses torn beyond recognition, the thick stench of blood mixed with the rot of internal organs making it nearly impossible to breathe.

Qin Heng quickly searched the entire village, eventually finding only three trembling children in a dry well behind the village. The oldest girl among them held two younger boys tightly, her lips white, yet she bit her teeth hard to keep from crying out.

The second village was directly opposite the first. Its situation was even more miserable; the entire village had been blood-washed, houses collapsed by soul skills, and severed limbs were scattered everywhere.

Qin Heng rescued three more children from the ruins of a collapsed woodshed; the youngest was so terrified he couldn't even speak, staring blankly at the sky.

He placed the six children in relatively safe locations, left them food and water, and used his spiritual power to set up a simple soul power barrier nearby to keep wild beasts away.

By the time he reached the fourth village, the sky had grown slightly dim.

This village was larger than the previous ones, with over a hundred households.

But the moment Qin Heng stepped into the village entrance, an even more intense scent of blood and death washed over him. He pushed his spiritual power to the limit, searching the entire village meticulously three times, yet he found not a single living soul.

All the villagers, young and old, had been slaughtered. Many corpses were arranged in various twisted poses, clearly having suffered immense pain and torture before death.

In some houses, unextinguished flames still flickered, the smell of charred flesh and blood mingling into a nauseating stench.

Standing under the old locust tree in the center of the village, stained red with blood, Qin Heng's hands clenched beneath the Asura Armor, making a creaking sound. The fury in his chest had reached its peak.

"Beasts." Since his transmigration, he had never craved slaughter as he did now.

About half an hour later, three figures finally appeared ahead.

The three were sitting leisurely on a patch of open ground at the edge of a small forest, gathered in a circle, each holding something bloody and gnawing on it hungrily.

Looking closely, what they held were hearts still attached to blood vessels and fascia!

Witnessing this scene, the murderous intent in Qin Heng's eyes nearly solidified.

Without a word, he moved his mind, and the Asura Magic Dagger instantly appeared in his right hand, the silver-white blade flashing with a cold, lethal light under the sun.

Beneath his feet, the fourth soul ring suddenly lit up. Rich wind-attribute soul power surged madly into the Asura Magic Dagger, and a layer of cyan, razor-sharp luster instantly emerged on the blade's surface.

"Die." Qin Heng let out a low shout and whipped his wrist forward.

Two cyan light beams, barely as thick as a strand of hair, shot out from the magic dagger. They intertwined and expanded rapidly in the air, transforming in the blink of an eye into a massive cyan net.

The mesh was as fine as fish scales, each thread imbued with extreme sharpness and cutting power.

The three Fallen Ones didn't even have time to react, nor did they have the chance to look up, before the sudden cyan net descended upon them.

Sshhh, sshhh, sshhh, sshhh!!!

A dense, rapid cutting sound erupted, as if countless sharp blades were churning simultaneously.

The bodies of the three were sliced into countless tiny fragments in an instant, with blood, minced flesh, and viscera scattering like a downpour.

Before death claimed them, they only had time to let out a short, shrill wail, a sound filled with extreme agony and disbelief.

Soon, nothing remained on the spot but pools of sludge mixed with bits of flesh and bone. Qin Heng stood where he was, yet there was not a hint of satisfaction in his eyes; killing three was far from enough.

According to the intelligence, that group of Fallen Ones numbered over thirty in total, with their leader being a powerhouse at the Soul Douluo level. These three were merely straggling dregs; the true culprits were still ahead.

He took a deep breath, forcibly suppressing the murderous intent that was nearly boiling over in his heart, and cast a cold, piercing gaze toward the front of the imperial road, continuing his pursuit in the direction of the Star Luo Empire.