Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

One could see the Sister Astate grinning and saying, "Lord Kael, today you were not angry because of my reckless behavior, but instead chose to stand by me. How can I endure you encountering possible injustice because of me?

Today, I will repay you with this life, sacrificing my life to seek justice. It is the tradition of the people of Shangtiya, and now is the time for me to prove the Lady Goddess's choice."

After she finished, Sister Astate dragged her broken body towards the Infiltrator, snatched the dagger from his waist, then crawled to Talent's side. With a swift motion of her hand, a large pig's head flew high.

"It's like popping champagne!" The gleefully clapping Fish nearby laughed, but the scene was utterly silent.

She loved this straightforward approach to dealing with those she found unpleasant. Unfortunately, her work required her to uncover more secrets within the game, necessitating some restraint. Hmm... just a little!

Having dealt with the Slave Trader, Sister Astate laughed. The next moment, she raised her hand again and fiercely cut at a Magic Silk Thread.

As the Magic Silk Thread snapped, it rebounded instantly, slicing her body into several pieces.

The splattering blood covered the front yard, and the fallen Sister Astate, with only her upper body crawling on the ground, had a sinister and frenzied smile as she looked coldly at the departing Baron Bernard:

"This is just the beginning. Though one of me falls, thousands and thousands of us will rise. The edge of the Undead will kill every single trafficker in the world!

It has nothing to do with Lord Kael. It's only related to our Undead's concept. I believe that all you big figures can understand. For me, to exchange my life for one of you is definitely a gain.

Please be prepared to fight to the death with us. Your heads will not rest safely on your necks for long."

After speaking, the breath on Sister Astate's body started to fade, and soon, she was motionless.

She was dead!

But her chilling words before death loomed like a haunting wail, lingering over the heads of everyone in the front hall.

For some reason, in a moment of trance, they seemed to recall the champions of the God of Torture three hundred years ago, who once stirred up various wars on the continent.

That era, filled with corpses, was once a nightmare for all races.

Now history had taken a turn, and this nightmare seemed to have returned to their side.

Were these the legendary people of Shangtiya?

With his back to the crowd, Baron Bernard stood at the small back door. They couldn't see the expression on his face.

But he knew his heart must be filled with pallor and fear.

He had a premonition that, by accident, he had provoked an extremely terrifying existence.

Baron Bernard naturally had heard about the people of Shangtiya descending on the continent.

The news came from a powerful noble who couldn't be named directly. According to him, the people of Shangtiya hadn't brought the power of the divine kingdom to the continent.

At least in the short term, they would not directly affect the entire continent's situation.

But now, it seemed that things were not as optimistic as he had thought.

He was a smart man.

Frenzy was power, knowledge was power, and a resolute will and the courage to face death were also power.

Unlike the transcendent forces that could directly influence reality, the power of the mind seemed not to affect the world structure directly.

But that was undoubtedly a more insidious hidden dagger, capable of exploding with terrifying power at any moment. Overturning a country was not impossible in his view.

It was necessary to investigate the situation of these Undead.

According to that person, these beings seemed to have an Undead Body.

Ugh, Undead Body, what a blessing! If that were true...

Baron Bernard felt a cold sweat break out on his back.

This guy wouldn't just keep watching him and launch crazy suicidal attacks, would he?

Even if the Bernard Commerce had decent defensive personnel, facing these beings that couldn't be killed, they would still be exhausted to death.

He wondered how these beings were resurrected and if there was a way to limit or disrupt it.

At this thought, he tapped his cane more forcefully on the ground.

Da*n the Charles family! Da*n Baron Helois!

Wait and see. If I find an opportunity, I will...

A sinister thought crossed his mind, but for some reason, the image of Kael flashed through his head, and his anger subsided considerably.

But the next moment, as Baron Bernard stepped out, he felt even more ashamed and angry, snorting coldly.

He had heard that Baron Helois never absorbed others' essence, indicating he had strong principles. For someone like him, it would be best to have those Manipulation mages toy with his will cruelly.

Ha, you don't like the nature given by your Incubus lineage, do you?

Find a real Incubus to let him experience awakening and defilement. That would be more painful than killing him!

But then Baron Bernard remembered that his son had been sent by Kael to the Noble Council.

What a bother!

A thought flashed through his mind. If he wanted to get his son out, he'd have to offer considerable benefits to those greedy wolves.

Despite his numerous grievances, he didn't dare stay at the scene.

He was scared. He did not want to face Kael, a madman, especially with a group of fearless Undead around him, which made him more uneasy.

Moreover, he always had a feeling that this guy's way of thinking wasn't like that of a typical Yibel person.

He didn't really value those so-called rules and regulations. Following the rules was just a façade over something even more frightening.

Such a person was undoubtedly the most feared outlaw.

Da*n! I should not have listened to that person and arranged for Talent to meddle in slave trade affairs. Now I'm stuck and can't get out.

"Visit Earl Campbell immediately, and make it quick." He urged the coachman to speed up as soon as he boarded the carriage.

Things were urgent, and he couldn't wait any longer.

... Twenty minutes later ...

When the coach stopped in front of a magnificent building, Baron Bernard wiped the cold sweat from his brow. Before getting off, he adjusted his attire, then said to the sentry:

"Please inform Earl Campbell that Fitch Bernard from Bernard Commerce has urgent matters to discuss."

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