Galaxy Fall: All My Skills Are Maxed-Chapter 184: The Price Of Blood
[Ragon City - Duke’s Mansion]
The figure stared down at the trembling Duke, his face a swirling, impenetrable void of high-density dark energy. The air in the study grew freezing cold as the Cultist calculated the shifting timelines.
"All the things I asked for will compensate for your daughter’s heart, but the process will only increase. So I will take yours, then go after your daughter... Don’t worry, your heart is mine." He stated, his voice completely devoid of emotion. He raised the dripping heart and placed it directly into his darkness-filled face. The shadows rippled like a disturbed pond, and the next moment he brought out his hand, the heart was entirely gone—consumed by the void.
THUD!!
The Duke’s dead body dropped heavily to the ground, dead. The figure stared at the massive body for a moment, as blood flowed out freely, soaking into the expensive rugs and staining the ground red.
"Because of you, I killed a very valuable slave." He said, his tone laced with mild, bureaucratic annoyance rather than actual remorse.
A sickening, wet sound echoed from the stairs. The figure turned his head to the grand stairway. Walking down the steps was a terrifyingly beautiful woman dressed in revealing red and black clothes. Her glowing red eyes pierced the gloom as she casually descended, dragging a half-dead body behind her by the ankle. Her victim’s head bounced sickeningly against the marble, leaving thick blood stains all over the stairs.
"Why are you even toying with his daughter, just kill her and get the heart... Do you really need to be that ruthless First Lord?" He asked, observing the grotesque mess she was making of their primary catalyst.
The Lady carelessly tossed the Duke’s half-dead daughter before her. Blood was flowing from all over her naked body, the physical trauma so severe that her eyes had rolled completely inside her sockets, hovering on the absolute brink of death.
"She isn’t even that pleasurable... I couldn’t satisfy myself." She said with a disappointed pout, and walked towards the luxurious leather couch, sitting down with an air of dark royalty.
The Second Lord stared at her with a light frown.
In Galaxy Fall, the monstrous hierarchy of the Devil Cult was a closely guarded secret. Everyone knows the Leader of the Devil Cult were Androids, heavily mechanized war machines, but that only refers to the top 6 to ten. From the first Lord to the fifth Lord, they are all living creatures who have been experimented on to a frightening level—chimeric horrors blending flesh, dark energy, and forbidden science. The First Lord was the pinnacle of this twisted evolution. She was both a woman and a man; she has the body, mind and senses of a woman, because she was originally a woman, but due to her depraved wish for ultimate physical dominance, she was given the sexual part of a man through horrific flesh-warping arts.
The beautiful lady sat spread across the couch, running a tongue over her fangs and licking her lower lips as she stared down at the broken form of the Duke’s daughter: "Her sex drive is definitely higher than normal people, I think that’s why this fat man treasures her so much, not to mention she is very happy to serve him." She analyzed clinically, before losing interest and turning to the dark-faced man:
"Second Lord, What about Lord tenth?" She asked, a slight frown forming on her flawless, pale face.
"He returned some minutes ago, his body was covered in injuries, and he even lost both arms... So I sent him back to the headquarters to recover." Lord second answered, stepping over the Duke’s corpse and walking towards the battered lady on the floor.
"It shows the dragon empire sent a powerful force. Any information from him?" The First Lord’s red eyes narrowed, calculating the Empire’s response time.
"He said a blue hair lady known as Mirabella could use our signature skill, Devil claws to perfection, that is the skill she used against him." He answered, stopping directly before the unconscious lady, and squatted down to examine her chest cavity.
"Hmm... A lady, I wonder if she is sweeter than this one. Anyway, what should we do about the Glory Flag competition?" The First Lord asked, seamlessly shifting from discussing a humiliating defeat to grand geopolitical strategy, staring at the Second Lord.
"The glory flag competition will be highly guarded by more than a hundred Lv500 fighters... We don’t stand the chance against the three empires combined, so we can only wait to ambush the students in the South Region or on Earth." He answered, laying out the grim, pragmatic reality of their power-scaling limits. He gently turned the bruised, bleeding lady around to face him, assessing the structural integrity of her ribs. He stared at her huge boobs and nodded his head, noting the dark, violent bruising marring her skin:
"What did you actually do to her?" He asked, looking over his shoulder at the First Lord in exasperation.
"Oh? I just tore off her clothes, and took both her holes multiple times... She was reluctant and even tried to resist, which resulted to the injuries and blood on her. You should know, I am not this rough with my playthings." She said, casually licking her finger to taste the blood, acting as if she were the one inconvenienced.
The Second Lord sighed, his patience wearing dangerously thin, and turned back to the Lady. He raised his hand, as highly concentrated, corrosive black smoke appeared on his fingertips, acting as a magical scalpel.
"Hey, she is still my toy. Are you going to kill her without asking me first?" She asked, leaning forward and pointing a sharp, manicured finger at him.
Second Lord sighed deeply, the dark void of his face rippling with irritation: "Her heart is the last thing needed for the ritual. Not only that, I must take this slow not to make a mistake. If I damage the heart, it’ll be another issue for us!" He snapped, his voice finally raising to match the gravity of their mission.
"Fine. Fine. Fine... You’re free to kill her, but remember, you will have to replace her with another... I am not yet satisfied." The First Lord conceded lazily, sinking back into the couch cushions.
"Alright." 𝚏𝕣𝕖𝚎𝚠𝚎𝚋𝚗𝐨𝐯𝕖𝕝.𝕔𝐨𝕞
Focusing his dark energy, the Second Lord placed his glowing palm firmly on the Duke’s daughter’s chest. The dark energy bypassed her physical defenses, causing her to suddenly scream in unimaginable pain as she was briefly shocked back to consciousness. His hand easily entered her body without breaking the skin, grabbed her pulsating heart and with one smooth, practiced movement, he pulled it out. Instantly, her agonizing scream cut off, and she died.
"Done." He said, standing up and staring intently at the still-beating heart in his hand, the final key to their devastating plan.
