Wow! The item-dropping rate is really high!-Chapter 405: Soul Crucible_2

Facing the gaze of her colleagues, Franca gently shook her head, "I wasn’t the first one to arrive here, either."

Disappointment was visibly evident in the eyes of many executioners.

"But I nearly witnessed the entire process of the event."

"..."

"What!"

"Where’s the demon!" an executioner immediately asked, his voice tinged with urgency about the matter that concerned him most.

Although they did not appear to be in a rush, any frantic actions taken before the target was locked were side effects.

It was only upon hearing the definite news at this moment that they suddenly became anxious.

Every lurking demon was a major cause for concern, the longer it lay in wait, the bigger the threat!

Could this girl still be an intern? Why isn’t she panicking at all?

"It has been vanquished."

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"..."

"..."

"Ah?" An executioner gaped, uttering a sound of confusion.

Franca spoke calmly, quietly recounting, "Just now, the original coliseum here, with the war spirits and blood energy that had gathered over many years, successfully underwent a high-dimensional sublimation. A human in the coliseum transformed into a demon prince…"

"Hiss~"

"Demon prince!"

"It indeed looked like the sort of disturbance that could only be caused by a demon of that level."

Just the spontaneous disturbance that began as it invaded the material world was enough to attract such a large crowd of ordinary people to come "in audience"—it was certainly not something that a common demon could achieve.

Although they might not be familiar with this coliseum, they had observed the surrounding terrain to a basic extent on the way here; the nearest human settlement was several kilometers away. If it weren’t for the distortion’s significant effect, it could not attract such a massive, dense circle of "believers" to voluntarily come here in the night.

"How was it resolved?"

"Did you kill it?"

Impatient in nature, an executioner sized up the young female colleague whose spiritual energy did not seem very strong, beginning to wonder if he should change his tone when talking to her.

Those he couldn’t see through might well be rare monsters.

"A... stranger I don’t know." Franca’s eyes slightly glazed over as if lost in memories.

"..."

"..."

"Ah?" An executioner gaped again, releasing a sound of confusion.

"I don’t know him… There were several people with him. The one who knocked everyone present unconscious was alone; yet another person alone killed that demon prince. It was too dark and they were in disguise—I couldn’t make them out," Franca spoke softly, seeming somewhat regretful.

She didn’t want to bring any trouble to Bai E because of the Arbitration Place’s trivial matters.

He trusted her, and she could not betray that trust. Bai E’s identity might be revealed, but only to a trusted few, not just anyone.

The Arbitration Place had no style, but every executioner did. Franca couldn’t guarantee that every executioner who heard this news could control their curiosity or some strange rule and not bother Bai E.

"..."

"..."

Instantly, an executioner, irate with the tale that seemed far-fetched yet somewhat believable, questioned angrily, "So you were the first to arrive, but you just stood by and watched?"

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As executioners, they were to question everything.

Even if Franca’s words might be the truth and they also perfectly matched everything they had observed at the moment.

But such an unverifiable statement always felt frustrating.

Who knew if this colleague wasn’t already corrupted by a demon, fabricating lies to help a demon hide its tracks and deceive them?

Franca’s eyebrows furrowed slightly, her expression turning somewhat fierce, which made the other party’s heart skip a beat, but he still demanded coldly, "Show evidence!"

"A war-type demon prince was involved—if all of us who arrived at the scene joined forces, what certainty did we have to subdue Him? Faced with an adversary of that level, what do you think I could do? Yes, I couldn’t do much. All I could do was clear out a few Bloodletting Vampires summoned through the sacrifice of ordinary people here while that mysterious expert faced the demon prince alone."

"She doesn’t seem to be lying..."

More rational and composed, some executioners closely observed Franca with their spiritual sense; feedback from the spiritual energy confirmed the truthfulness of Franca’s words... provided that she was not vastly more skilled in this field than themselves.

"The remaining aura does indeed seem like that of a war-type demon."

As is well known, the power of war-type demons has no place for avoidance or concealment.

Humans may abandon their principles and become more flexible, while demons without their principles would lose power... and even lose will, lose form.

So...

"Who exactly is this mysterious expert you speak of?"

"What are their goals?"

Anything associated with demons must be taken with utmost seriousness; warriors fighting demons could at any time become tools of demons.

Be wary of everything that must be, careful with everything that needs to be.

’That’s why I couldn’t tell you openly...’

Some stubborn executioners always wanted to eliminate any risk, but he would never be the source of that risk.

Any person in the world might one day turn to the embrace of demons, but it seemed only he never would.