Sin System: Demonic Harem After Reincarnation-Chapter 227. The Isenwing Ancestor

"Hyah!"

"Princess, be careful!"

Back at the dungeon of sin, the two elf girls had somehow already reached the 25th Floor overnight.

In a Tier 2 dungeon, clearing even the first ten floors needed at least five days unless you were a high-ranking individual. It was impossible for two 3rd Circle elves to reach this far on their own.

Brienne knew this but she feigned ignorance at the moment, fighting off 2nd Circle demon spiders. Suddenly, two arrows sharply pierced through the air, plunging deep into the monsters’ eyes.

As the spiders fell, Brienne swiped the blood off her sword and sheathed it.

"This should be the last monsters we have to fight before reaching the 26th floor," she said, turning around.

Valerie nodded at that information. She walked forward and retrieved her arrows. Using basic water magic, she then washed those projectiles before putting them back in her quiver.

"Things are going smoothly," the princess spoke.

"Mhm. Our team cleared most of the monsters while climbing down, so it will be easy!" Brienne cheerfully replied. Another lie.

Hearing her, the sombre princess let out a bright smile filled with hope. "We will rescue everyone!"

’Wait for me, Issac.’ She thought in her mind as she looked at the elf beside her who seemed spaced out.

"Hey..." Valerie snapped her fingers. "What happened?"

"N-Nothing!" Brienne coughed, "Let’s go, we shouldn’t wait here too long or monsters will regroup."

"Mn."

As the two girls began moving again, a pair of illusory eyes above them blinked and moved at a rapid pace.

A mile away, the eyes stopped, and a hole with stairs leading to the 26th floor appeared in that place.

...

A day later, Ardin Province, at the southern border close to Nuving. There was a mid-sized city called Frienford which was lorded by Marquis Heath Isenwing.

The Isenwing Clan didn’t have a single estate but rather four manors which bordered Frienford City. Each manor was the personal property of a patriarch or martiarch, the ultimate position in the clan.

Although there was an ancestral home in the middle of the city, it was abandoned and was used as a place of respect for the clan’s dead ancestors.

It was a forbidden place for anyone who didn’t belong to the Isenwing clan. If there were any intruders, they would be swiftly dealt with.

However, right now, even as a tall, horned man entered the ancestral home, none of the 4th Circle patriarchs or the matriarch moved to stop him.

Even the leading Patriarch Heath was stopped at his manor. There were two 4th Circle death knights trying to slice his throat.

Clang! Clang!

The assassin fought against the knights like a shadow. He seemed to have no problems against his opponents, but there was still a grim expression on his face.

"Who sent you? What is your purpose?!" Heath flashed beside the hooded woman who controlled these death knights.

However, his Unique dagger fell short against the defense of her spell. The pale woman seemed unbothered by the attacks falling on her.

As she tapped her skull staff on the floor and muttered a chant, multiple bony hands conjured on the ground.

"Tsk." Heath clicked his tongue and suddenly turned invisible, dodging those hands whose every touch seemed to blacken the floor.

If one of those grabbed him, his flesh would start rotting. However, Heath Isenwing was the leader of his clan for a reason.

"I guess you’re not gonna talk." He frowned and turned into a blur. Suddenly, multiple doppelgangers surrounded the woman who simply chuckled.

Placing her staff in-between her deep cleavage, the busty spellcaster shouted two words.

"Ghost Wail!"

A hypnotic but shrill cry erupted out from the mouth of her staff’s skull. The sound immediately broke the glass windows and the shockwave even pushed her hood back, revealing her face.

Facing this large-scale attack, the doppelgangers surrounding her vanished until only one was left.

"It has been a while since we last fought, Heath. I’m surprised you still use the same tactic." Minerva smiled, placing her free hand on her waist.

"You..." Heath’s ears were still ringing and some blood leaked.

"Minerva! Do you know how much bounty the kingdom has placed on your head?"

"Hmph, as if I care. I’m here to kill you." The necromancer brandished her staff, causing Heath to grip his dagger tightly.

He didn’t know why but this woman had become even stronger. Even her personality seemed to have changed.

"I don’t recall being on bad terms with you. If one of my clan members has acted wrongfully then I can-"

"Spare me from the chit chat!" Minerva moved her fingers, causing the death knights beside her to charge towards this assassin.

"This won’t end well, Minerva." Heath threatened, effortlessly moving between the slow death knights.

"Don’t think my clan members won’t notice the commotion you’ve caused here. If even another patriarch comes, then we’ll see who’s laughing!"

Heath’s voice seemed to come from all sides, disorienting even Minerva. Thankfully, her Necro Shield covered her in a circular dome. However, the constant attacks had already cracked it.

Although Minerva seemed to have the upper hand, the longer this fight continued, the less advantage she’d have. If her mana ran out, things would turn ugly.

"Hmph! You really believe I’d be dumb enough to fight you if the others weren’t already busy?" Minerva reinforced her shield and kept firing spells at the speedster.

Heath seemed skeptical hearing her. However, Minerva had a confidence in her voice which couldn’t be faked.

Actually, if this Marquis knew that every single 4th Circler in his clan was already intercepted at their residences, he would immediately flee.

After all, he was an assassin who was used to swiftly killing his targets. Fighting bitterly against this necromancer didn’t benefit him. The only reason he didn’t flee was because he feared someone.

As Minerva and Heath’s battle intensified, a loud boom came from the city’s center and a terrifying mana signature erupted.

Sensing that, Heath seemed overjoyed and shouted, "Ancestor!"

"You silly woman! Let’s see how you’ll escape." he added, floating upwards, flying towards the ancestral home.

The patriarchs who were fighting Calliya, Linda and Edgar also abandoned their fights, heading straight to the middle of Frienford City.

Flying through the fortified walls, they landed on the front garden only to be subjected to an evil mana pressure.

"That demon..."

"He must be the leader of those others!"

Immediately, the four assassins moved in tandem, appearing behind the handsome demon who wore a dark overcoat, hands leisurely clasped behind his back.

The daggers, needles, whip and chain were strangely deflected. But they kept trying.

"Your clansmen don’t seem to welcome my presence." Jake glared at the short young man beside him who wore a gray robe.

"Stand down." The young man lifted his right hand and pressed down. His voice was low, but there was a sense of power to it which caused the assassins to suddenly kneel.

"Ancestor! You’ve reached the fifth circle?" Heath, the most powerful among the four, noticed first.

Hearing that, the other two patriarchs and the matriarch paused. They could sense that something wasn’t quite right.

As they raised their heads under the mana pressure, their eyes widened.

Their ancestor was at the end of his lifespan, but now he appeared to have regained his vitality and even broke through the bottleneck which plagued him his whole life!

"Do not fight him." Zevik Isenwing sternly eyed the four family heads who were kneeling before him.

"He is my master."