Xyrin Empire-Chapter 152 - Scared Out of Wits

Chapter 152: Chapter 152 Scared Out of Wits

Beside the ruins of an abandoned factory, a gang of black-clad Big Men was being led by a dandy figure wearing luxurious clothes, facing off against a man and two women encircled by them.

“I’ll give you one more chance,” I, raising a finger, said, “Leave obediently, and don’t stir up unnecessary trouble.”

Qianqian awkwardly came over and pushed one of my raised fingers down…

Damn, how could I make such a low-level mistake at a time like this…

Liu Zicai, of course, interpreted my small blunder as a sign of being so frightened as to be all thumbs, further convincing himself that I was merely bluffing.

“Kid, you’ve opposed me more than once,” Liu Zicai said in a mocking tone, completely indifferent to who had actually started the trouble, “Today, I’m going to teach you that a toad should act like a toad!”

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“You’ll regret it—within three minutes,” Sandora said, boredly yawning, then stating the fact.

“Hmm—regret? You stinking woman, you’ve made me lose so much face today, I’ll make sure you truly regret it later!”

Of course, Liu Zicai, who just moments ago had been flung away by Sandora by his neck, now felt invincible, protected by a few dozen tough men in front of him, as if clad in T6 golden light impervious to all weapons.

The atmosphere was tense.

The few dozen black-clad Big Men surrounding us were all hardened thugs, and each probably had one or two lives on their hands. A killing intent, not quite menacing but still somewhat present, emanated from them. Multiplied by their number, it did have some semblance of force. They all waited for Liu Zicai to give the order to make their move—though they didn’t particularly enjoy taking orders from a fool, they couldn’t argue when paid and, more importantly, this fool could save them from a lot of trouble. If it just meant stretching their muscles a bit, they were quite willing.

But they soon became uneasy.

Because the seemingly frail blonde Princess in front of them was gradually emitting a distinctly unsettling aura.

How many people has Sandora killed?

That’s a meaningless number. The numbers of corrupted worlds she has destroyed alone probably outnumber the human lives taken by these so-called underworld bosses.

In the golden age of the Xyrin Empire, Sandora held the title of the Battle Song Princess. As the most belligerent leader of the entire Empire, she led her legions on expeditions across countless worlds, even far-flung Planes of existence. Those worlds which were so thoroughly corrupted by Abyss Power that they could not be purified were destroyed by her countless times. Merely on a small Planet like Earth, an insignificant Planet in such a small world, there are nearly seven billion people; so how many lives have been claimed by Sandora’s hands?

Therefore, Pandora once summarized: Emperor Sandora doesn’t count kills individually, but rather by race as the basic unit.

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Of course, this is not to say that Sandora is a demon who kills indiscriminately. If that were the case, she would have been judged by our allies of the Divine Race long ago. On the contrary, the worlds that Sandora has destroyed were those that had been completely corrupted by the Abyss Power and even assimilated. Such worlds had lost all reason and become springboards for the Abyss Power to invade other Main Material Planes. That’s why Sandora would issue the command for Doomsday.

In Dingdang’s words, Sandora’s role was akin to that of the Catastrophe Squad in the Divine Race’s punitive forces, a messenger of slaughter, but destined to save more innocent worlds.

Regardless of the reasons behind Sandora’s killings, one thing was certain: the scent of slaughter and madness emanating from her, along with that bit of Abyss Energy, was enough to break the average Human down.

Like a cat toying with a mouse, Sandora slowly let her killing intent seep out, even mixing in faint traces of a Spirit suppression Force Field and Abyss Energy. Dozens of men who had fought and scrambled their way through the underworld for years, some even carrying the burden of unsolved murders, now found themselves immobilized as if under an Immobilization Spell, unable to move, only sweating profusely as a single thought flashed through the mind of some: My God, how many people has she actually killed?

Liu Zicai could not discern the surrounding aura, nor did he recognize the killing intent, but he had come to sense that the girl in front of him had suddenly transformed from the weakest to the most dangerous presence. That chilling sensation, as if emanating from his own bones, made his scalp tingle, and he even began to hallucinate that he was standing at the foot of a mountain of corpses, with putrid blood cascading down like a waterfall before his eyes…

That was an Illusion, a false image forcibly implanted into his mind through Sandora’s Spiritual Connection. Although Sandora’s research on the Human Spiritual Body hadn’t made much progress, Liu Zicai wasn’t worth her cautious handling; she didn’t care in the slightest about what kind of side effects such an Illusion might produce.

Then Emperor Sandora suddenly reined in his imposing aura, and the sensation of being in hell vanished like a nightmare.

For three full minutes, Liu Zicai and his lackeys finally began to recover their energy, then they started to look at us with eyes filled with terror and unease, or to be precise, in the direction of Emperor Sandora.

Liu Zicai tried to appear more composed and pretended to be fierce as he said, “What… What are you staring at… Everyone, just… just… give me…”

“Look! A shooting star!” I suddenly pointed towards the distance, exclaiming dramatically.

Qianqian and Emperor Sandora simultaneously turned their faces away, implying they were just here to spectate…

My impulsive behavior made the young toughs momentarily stunned; then Liu Zicai, as if finally finding an opportunity to vent the spiritual pressure he had endured, started cursing loudly, “You motherf…”

“Boom…” A loud noise interrupted the words Liu Zicai didn’t get around to saying.

A shooting star? Of course not, I’m not powerful enough to pull a small asteroid into colliding with Earth just by the force of my spiritual power. There was actually no falling object just now; I had merely triggered a small-scale energy explosion.

But the key was that no one noticed whether a shooting star had indeed fallen. The men in black suits only knew one thing: that weird young man mentioned thunder and then there was a thunderclap, and now he mentioned a shooting star, and indeed a shooting star had fallen…

Liu Zicai’s neck stiffened as he turned to gaze dumbfounded at the large smoking crater behind everyone, and then turned back with an incredulous look towards me.

Perhaps he wanted to say something, but under the overpowering stimulation of this surreal experience, all that came out was a muffled noise.

“So, humans, do you know what is going to happen next?” Emperor Sandora asked with a cold smile, black lightning coiling around her right fingertip. Then, with a casual wave of her hand, she cleanly sliced through a distant steel beam with a massive black arc of electricity.

As the fallen steel beam resounded, Liu Zicai finally snapped out of it. While turning to run, he shouted desperately, “Quick, run! They are…”

But before he could finish, he stumbled as if he had hit something out of thin air and tumbled to the ground.

A large silhouette emerged in the air as clearly as a reflection in water, Sicaro standing stoically with arms crossed, dressed in black, his sunglasses expressionless. He looked indifferently at Liu Zicai, who had just run into him and fallen. The bulge of a circular protrusion emerging from his pocket made the corner of my eye twitch uncontrollably.

Can’t you find something more normal to do besides dealing discs?

With Sicaro’s appearance, more tall and formidable men in black sunglasses began to materialize one after another, surrounding the several dozen men in black suits brought by Liu Zicai. These were not the 300 commanders of the time, but the forces under Sicaro’s command, these men specialized in defensive warfare. Although in this world, where even the strongest weapons could not breach defenses, they had no use for arms, they were more than enough to intimidate.

When the last nearly two-meter-tall Schwarzenegger sealed off the last escape route of Liu Zicai’s men, nearly four hundred Xyrin soldiers had surrounded them in layers.

Whether it was the black lightning displayed by Emperor Sandora earlier or the tall, expressionless toughs emerging from thin air now, all of it made these self-proclaimed badass gangsters feel chilled to the bone. They were now thoroughly convinced that what they had provoked was something beyond the comprehension of humans.

Emperor Sandora’s gaze lingered on the disc-like impression on Sicaro’s outfit for quite a while, before finally continuing in a detached voice, with a twitch in her eye, “We are on a tight schedule and have no surplus energy to waste on you humans—but you keep testing our patience.”

Qianqian looked disdainfully at Liu Zicai, who was almost reduced to an idiot by then, and with a wave of her right hand, the dozen or so black sedans brought by the opposition disintegrated into heaps of floating rust at an astonishing speed.

“Foolish offenders, the torrents of time will completely grind your flesh and bones to dust!”