702. New Fungal Citizens

"Oh! Aaaaaah!"

Standing beneath Fungal Fortress's Screaming Clock, listening to the vampire alarm clock wailing miserably overhead, the Half-Demon Xize suddenly felt that his earlier act of killing Count Rona on his own before the Fungal Fortress Soldiers arrived might have been somewhat rash.

Before this, as a servant, Xize had not known much about Fungal Fortress.

From the limited information he could obtain, he only knew that Fungal Fortress was a force formed by a gathering of Demon Race Tribes from the Northern Territory, and that they mainly fought by controlling pujis.

To him, this was an internal war among the Demon Race.

And based on past experience, this kind of war usually would not end in total extermination.

A mid-ranking noble like Rona could save his life as long as he chose to submit, or paid a large ransom.

The moment he thought of his younger brother, who had become blood food, Xize absolutely would not allow this chance for revenge to slip through his fingers!

That was why he had risked being called to account afterward, returned the instant the white mist dispersed, and personally slaughtered Count Rona.

And now, he was lying on the ground in regret, pounding the ground again and again with his fist, drawing sidelong looks from the surrounding Fungal Citizens.

"He got off too easily!"

That bastard had been killed by him in the lingering aftertaste of a beautiful dream. Because of the gap in strength, Xize had stabbed wildly at the vampire's vital point, his heart, and had given Rona no chance to wake up and struggle at all.

But that had also let Rona die without suffering much!

Whenever he thought about how more than ten years of endurance had only brought Rona a brief moment of pain, Xize regretted