A commotion came from within the Six Arms stronghold. It sounded as if people were discussing murder, beast fights, and slaughter, refined and elegant, perfectly matching the tastes of the nobility.
Occasionally, there was the clink of wine glasses, along with screams.
Standing outside the Six Arms stronghold, Sebas felt for the first time that having excellent hearing was a curse.
He had not even entered yet, but he could already hear the depravity inside.
Sebas straightened his back, the muscles beneath his tailcoat tensing, and a trace of sternness appeared on his rugged face.
Good. The mission targets are evil.
"Mr. Sebas!"
Climb, with his distinctive blond hair, appeared from the darkness. Beside him, the blue-haired Brain followed closely.
"It is you two." Sebas greeted them calmly while quietly observing Climb.
This was one of his objectives for this mission.
Demiurge had instructed that this Climb should be kept alive and safe as much as possible. He would be useful in future plans.
"Mr. Sebas, why are you here?"
After giving a signal to the soldiers lying in ambush in the distance, Climb asked with a puzzled expression.
"I could not tolerate the behavior of Eight Fingers and Six Arms, so I came to deal with them." Sebas rotated his wrists, noticed the hidden soldiers, and asked knowingly, "And you?"
"The Kingdom is preparing to take action against Eight Fingers, and we are responsible for suppressing Six Arms." Climb spoke concisely, his face filled with relief.
It is wonderful that someone as powerful as Mr. Sebas is here. Fewer people will have to die.
Brain, standing to the side, smiled faintly. "As the Princess's guard, you did not have to come."
"The operation against Eight Fingers was personally initiated by Princess Renner, to save the people of the Kingdom from their suffering!" Climb clenched his fists, battle intent burning in his eyes. "For justice, and for the kind Princess, I must also do something!"
Thinking of Princess Renner's pure and gentle demeanor, the fighting spirit within Climb surged.
He had to protect the best Princess in the world.
A commendable resolve, but unfortunately, it stands in Nazarick's way.
Sebas felt a trace of pity.
Brain added, "Mr. Sebas, intelligence shows that five members of Six Arms are gathered here."
Sebas nodded slightly. Recalling the sounds he had heard earlier, he said, "There should still be some innocent people inside the stronghold. You two sneak in from the side and rescue them. Leave Six Arms to me."
"Understood. Thank you." Climb nodded firmly.
Sebas lightly leapt over the gate of the Six Arms stronghold and landed inside.
"Double knockout! Unfortunately, none of you win your bets!"
The moment he landed, a loud commentary rang out, followed by waves of booing.
"How boring. They died too quickly."
"Exactly. Couldn't Eight Fingers prepare stronger contestants? What's the point of watching two girls kill each other?"
"I bet on both sides and still lost money. Serves them right, those worthless lives!"
Looking toward the brightly lit clearing ahead, Sebas's breathing grew slightly heavier as he strode forward.
A platform had been built at the edge of the clearing. Nobles sat comfortably upon it, some holding knives and forks, others holding wine glasses. A few, with bloodshot eyes, leaned over the railing, staring at the clearing while gritting their teeth.
In the clearing, two girls lay covered in wounds. Judging by the blood soaking into the ground, they had died from excessive blood loss.
At the edge of the clearing, a group of Six Arms members held their weapons, forming a perimeter around the area.
Among them were four individuals dressed in different styles.
They looked at Sebas with amused expressions.
The red-haired, frivolous-looking Marmotvest stepped over the bodies of the two girls, tilted his head, and sized Sebas up. "Looks like we've got a lost old man. Seems we'll be adding some after-dinner entertainment tonight."
Sebas had no interest in dealing with such weak and vile trash. His gaze swept indifferently past Marmotvest and fell on the few people behind him.
An Undead, a knight clad in black armor, and a masked woman.
"Only four members of Six Arms? No matter. Come at me all at once. That way, you might last ten seconds longer."
Sebas's casual tone made the masked woman laugh in anger. She lifted her scimitar and sneered, "Old man, you must have never encountered a true powerhouse."
This remark caused the entire audience to burst into laughter.
"Saying something so arrogant, that Six Arms members close to Hero Class can only last ten seconds? He must be senile!"
"Sigh, for an old man with such a big mouth, it's impressive he's lived this long."
At that moment, a gambler on the platform shouted loudly, "I'll pay you four to attack together and slice this old man into pieces, one cut at a time!"
Hearing the promise of money, the four grew excited.
"Thousand Kills, Marmotvest."
"Blood Dance Scimitar, Edstrem."
The red-haired man and the dark-skinned woman announced their names one after the other.
Sebas remained expressionless, his gaze completely unmoved, as if he were looking at insects.
Until..
"Spatial Slash, Pesherian!"
The black-armored knight drew his whip blade, producing several sharp buzzing sounds as it sliced through the air.
A deep sense of alarm flashed through Sebas's eyes.
He clearly knew that Spatial Slash was a powerful ultimate skill capable of cutting through space itself.
If he were struck by it, he would undoubtedly die.
Fortunately, this man was extremely weak and should not pose much of a threat.
"King of the Undead, Davernoch!"
The Undead held a death orb, his low, hoarse voice filled with pride.
"King of the Undead?!"
The only one in this world worthy of that title was Lord Momonga.
Sebas's expression instantly turned cold. He let out a low roar. "A fool does not deserve that title!"
In the next moment, Sebas pushed off the ground, his body turning into an afterimage as he charged toward the Undead.
He clenched one hand into a fist and smashed the Undead's head apart with a single punch, like crushing a watermelon.
Before the blood had even finished splashing through the air, Sebas had already appeared beside the masked woman. His fist turned into a hand blade, and with one swift motion, he severed her head.
Only then did the red-haired man and the black-armored knight react, attacking Sebas with their weapons.
As he watched the black-armored knight draw out his whip blade, swing it through the air, and casually utter "Spatial Slash," Sebas felt both irritation and amusement.
He first punched through the red-haired man's chest, then seized the whip blade and sneered. "So this is the so-called Spatial Slash."
Swinging a whip blade until it became invisible could be called Spatial Slash?
This was nothing but blasphemy against Lord Touch Me.
Under the black-armored knight's stunned gaze, Sebas clenched his fist, released a terrifying surge of power, and struck.
Bang!
The black-armored knight, armor and all, was blasted into a cloud of blood mist.
"This has to be a joke. The powerhouses of Six Arms were all killed by this old man?!"
The gambler, his eyes bloodshot from betting, leaned over the platform, threw down a bag of gold coins, and shouted, "Old man, you win! Next time, I'm betting on you!"
The coins struck the ground with a sharp clink.
Beyond saving.
Sebas narrowed his eyes and shook his head slightly.
"Shadow Demon, kill everyone."
He turned and walked away. As he passed the bodies of the two girls, he paused and added, "Afterward, bury the two girls here."
"Monster! Help!"
Pfft! Pfft!
Behind him came the sound of sharp claws tearing through flesh, accompanied by desperate screams and pleas.
The noise stopped soon after.
"Climb's aura... he is close to death."
Sebas quickened his pace, and his figure disappeared from sight.
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