The Psychopathic Beast Emperor-Chapter 89: Peace Never Lasts

The village of Farronhold was lively as always. People moved about their daily activities. Children played in the streets, farmers tended to their crops in their fields, sellers set up their stalls to give people their daily goods for purchase... It was a peaceful and lively atmosphere.

Harold raked a heavy stack of cut grass to the side. His bulging muscles shook with each movement as he piled to the grass on one side to dry, so that they could burn it. His brow glistened with sweat as he toiled.

After fifteen minutes, he was done piling all the cut grass, getting five big piles. He dropped the rake he was using and bent down to take a container filled with water, only to freeze with a shocked and confused expression. The container dropped from his hands, spilling the water on the ground. His hands trembled as he looked down to see blood dripping onto the ground. His eyes moved further down to see his heart pierced out of his chest by the rake he was just using. It was still beating, but it was no longer inside him.

Harold dropped dead on the ground, his expression still shocked and confused.

...

Geraldine pushed a cart full of jars of milk down the unpaved road towards the town. She had just finished milking the cows and was sending the milk to the town’s storage house as she always did.

Her tail swayed as she moved, while her cow horns seemed to glint under the sun. Ironically, she was a cow too, but a cow beastkin. A cow beast-kin herding cattle was funny in its own way. The day was supposed to be a fun day, as today was the town chief’s son’s coming of age. But who would’ve thought that it would end before it even began?

She was almost at the town when her instincts screamed at her to dodge. She was one of the very few people who always listened to their instincts, but even then, she failed to dodge fully.

She abandoned her cart and jumped to the side, evading a sharp and swift slash of a halberd. But even with that, she lost her arm. The pain hit her so deep that she cried out. Blood spurted out in deep waves.

"Aargh!"

Geraldine held the stump where her arm had been cut and looked at the culprit. It was a tall figure clad in all black, with only his sickly green eyes visible. He held a huge halberd, easily six feet long, almost as tall as the man himself.

Geraldine’s heart shook after seeing this, and sensing the aura around him, she could tell that it was over for her. But... she was someone who would never go down without a fight.

Her brown eyes glowed as she launched herself at the man in black, her boots ripping as her feet transformed into hooves. It propelled her with such speed that anyone would fail to dodge, but the man in black just tilted his head.

Geraldine’s heart skipped a beat as the man grabbed her by the neck, despite her speed and the force it brought along. A violent shockwave rippled outwards, destroying the cart in the process.

She was now face-to-face with the man, his eyes boring into hers.

"You... smell... nice. De... licious." The man said as he sniffed Geraldine’s face. Her expression was that of horror as the cloth around the man’s mouth peeled off, revealing a mouth with lips and rows of shark-like teeth. His tongue slid free next; long, slick, and unnaturally black, glistening as it tasted the air between them.

Geraldine tried to scream, but nothing came out.

The tongue dragged across his teeth first, wet and deliberate, then flicked out to trace the side of her face. Wherever it touched, her skin burned cold. Her body locked up, her muscles refusing to respond, and her hooves scraping uselessly against the shattered stone beneath them.

"So... warm... and... afraid," he murmured, his voice like that of a dying man.

His tongue coiled back into his mouth, and his grip tightened. Geraldine felt something give in her neck. It wasn’t a snap, but a crushing pressure that stole her breath and her strength. The world narrowed to his face, to those teeth spreading wider than any mouth should.

He then opened his jaws.

The shadows around them surged, swallowing her struggling form as he pulled her in. There was a wet, tearing sound, followed by a cacophony of agonizing and heartwrenching screams.

Blood spilled in heaps, guts fell, and limbs flew amidst the screams. Loud crunching sounds echoed in the vicinity, followed by silence.

When the darkness receded, the man in black stood alone amid the wreckage. He swallowed a dangling finger from his teeth, his throat shifting unnaturally. A thin line of blood slipped from the corner of his mouth before his tongue flicked out to clean it away.

"De... licious," he repeated softly, exhaling with a satisfied expression on his horrific face as the cloth appeared around his mouth again.

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The town of Farronhold wasn’t any different from what happened to Geraldine. In fact, they were worse. Black-clad figures poured through the streets like a spreading stain, their sickly green eyes glowing. Their halberds rose and fell in brutal, practiced arcs. They made no noise. They just destroyed and killed.

A cow beast-kin militia member charged one of them, his horns lowered, bellowing in defiance. The halberd punched straight through his chest, the blade bursting out of his back in a spray of blood. He staggered two more steps before the weapon was ripped free, his massive body collapsing hard enough to shake the street.

Rabbit beast-kin tried to flee, but their speed saved them for only a heartbeat. One was hooked by the curved blade mid-leap, yanked back, screaming as the halberd tore through her legs. She hit the ground shrieking, her hands clawing uselessly at the dirt before another strike split her skull open like dropped pottery.

Some fought back harder, too. They grabbed farm tools, others bare-handed, their teeth bared and eyes wild. It didn’t matter, though... the halberds kept them at a distance, slicing tendons, opening throats, and pinning their bodies to walls.

Blood painted the doors and windows, limbs littered the streets, twitching long after their owners were gone.

Houses were dragged open as families were cut down where they hid. The attackers moved with a methodical cruelty, stepping over the dead without a second glance.

...

In a house atop a hill, a young cow-kin girl watched in horror as her parents were eaten alive right in front of her. She saw their struggles, heard their screams filled with pain. The torture they were going through. She watched as their guts and blood spilled onto the wooden floor of their house.

Just why? Why?

They were living in peace. What did they do wrong?

Fortunately for her, the man in black couldn’t see her. She didn’t know this, though. But her parents had given her a black pendant before they hid her under the table. They tried to fight back, since cow-kin were naturally strong, but the figure was just on another level.

She watched in horror as he licked his lipless mouth and swallowed an eyeball with a pop sound, and turned to stare at her.

He inhaled deeply as his eyes glowed. The cloth around his head peeled off, revealing a bald, badly structured head that seemed to be coming right in seconds.

"Hmm... Still... too far..." he muttered as the cloth wrapped around his exposed body parts except his eyes, and walked away, leaving a horrified Alana.

She couldn’t even cry.

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