Chapter 115

"Boohoo … Boohoo …"

In the forest not far from the camp, Margray was crying like a bullied child. His crying was very sad.

"My Merica … My Merica …"

At the thought of the only woman he loved lying in the arms of another man, and the other party even threatened him to never pester her again, Margret's tears couldn't be stopped no matter how hard he tried.

"That should be mine … It's mine …"

The more Margray thought about it, the sadder and more unwilling he became. More and more tears flowed out, and even snot flowed out of his nose.

Margray had not been in such a sorry state since he was seven years old. This showed how sad he was.

"I won't give up … I definitely won't give up …"

Margray kept convincing himself like this.

"There must be a chance … a chance …"

Although Margray had the urge to collapse to the ground at the thought of Shien's threat, he really could not give up on Merica.

After all, no matter what, this man's obsession with Merica was so high that he was willing to give up his status as a noble to get what he wanted. No matter how much he feared Shien, Margray did not want to give up.

Of course, Margray was really afraid of Shien, and did not dare to think of revenge.

If not for this, perhaps Shien would not have let Margray go. Even if he did not kill him in the camp, he would think of a way to get rid of Margray to avoid trouble in the future.

Now, Margray really hated and feared Shien. On one hand, he had lost the will to resist, but on the other hand, he was not willing to give up on Merica.

So, Margray could only mumble.

"It's impossible for him to stay by Merica's side forever. Sooner or later, Merica will be left alone …"

When that time came, he would take Merica away and find a place where no one could find him to spend the rest of his life.

As long as he could get Merica, Margray felt that he could live a good life no matter how hard it was.

"That guy is not a god, he can't possibly know where Merica and I went …"

That was what Margray thought.

As for whether Merica was willing or not, it was not within Margray's consideration.

Just as Shien had said, Margray had ignored Merica's wishes from beginning to end. It could be said that he was extremely selfish, but it could also be said that he felt extremely good about himself.

Margray was living in his own script and world. Even Merica was just a character in his script and world. Even if she was the female lead, it was something that should be decided according to his heart.

That was why Shien said that Margray was essentially no different from the other nobles. It was just that others were aware, but he was not. He did not realize that he was doing something bad, and instead felt that what he was doing was right.

"Alright! It's decided! "

Margray, who had made up her mind, wiped away her snot and tears, and rallied herself.

"I will wait until the moment when the opportunity comes, no matter how long it takes."

Margray made up her mind and turned around, preparing to return to the camp.

However, Margray never thought that this would be the last thing he would do in his life.

This was because the moment he turned around, a black shadow appeared behind him without a sound or presence.

"Puchi!"

The sharp blade pierced through Margray's body, piercing through his back and coming out from his chest, causing a large amount of blood to spurt out.

"Ugh …"

Margray froze there. After a long while, he slowly lowered his head and looked at the sharp blade that had pierced through his chest. His eyes were filled with disbelief.

At this moment, another hand reached out from the side and pressed down on Margray's head.

"Bang!"

With a flash of fire, raging flames wrapped around Margray's body and burned him to ashes.

Margret didn't even have the time to scream. He didn't even have the time to realize that he had lost his life. Just like that, not even the slightest bit of remains was left behind. He was completely destroyed, leaving no traces behind.

Only then did the hand that pressed down on Margray's head retract, and the figure of an old man appeared in this space.

"I finally made it."

The old man looked at the campsite in the distance and smiled sinisterly.

As for the people he had just killed, they were no longer in his memory.

"Lord Beetho."

The black shadow that had pierced through Margray's body with a sharp blade also revealed itself. It was actually a large group of people, and they were all surrounding the old man.

These people were the executioners of the Old Demons Faction.

They finally caught up with the escort team.

"How's the investigation?"

Beetho asked casually.

"There's a result."

Beetho's subordinate reported in a low voice.

"There are a total of 118 people in the campsite, and almost all of them are human."

"Among them, there are three who are below level 30, 87 who are between level 30 and 40, 23 who are between level 40 and 50, three who are between level 50 and 60, and two who are above level 60."

"According to the report of the people who have the [Identify] and [Investigate] skills, one of the two is level 77, which should be Lord Killian. The other is level 68, which should be the highest level person here."

Hearing this report, Beetho sneered.

"There are actually people who are below level 30? And there are three of them? Looks like Lamegion really can't send any decent forces to escort Killian. "

Beetho's wariness towards this campsite had dropped by a few times.

With this level of combat power, even if Beetho himself did not make a move, he would probably be able to kill them all.

"It's probably because of the merit that Lamegion's leader did not want to ask for help from the other towns in the territory." Beetho easily saw through the cause and effect. He sneered and said, "Humans are always so hopeless no matter what era they are in. When can we wipe out these eyesores?"

The disgust in Beetho's words was even stronger than Killian's.

The rest of the people reacted similarly, as if their next task was to dirty their hands, and they had no choice but to clean up the trash. Their faces were full of disgust and helplessness.

This was the existence of the Old Demons Faction.

So, whether it was Beetho or the other Old Demons, they would not be like the usual villains who would bully their enemies. Instead, they would only have the mentality of cleaning up the trash, as if they were doing the same boring, repetitive killing.

It was the same this time.

"Should we just rush in? Lord Beetho? " His subordinate asked. "We have already broken through the barrier around the campsite. The humans should find out soon."

"Then let's do the preparatory work before that." Beetho waved his hand. "Send some people to sneak in and rescue Killian. This is to prevent the humans from killing the hostages out of desperation. Then, send some people to seal off the surrounding area. Whether it's setting up barriers or destroying roads, we must make sure that none of the humans can escape."

As he said this, Beetho licked his blood-stained fingers.

"This time, it's the same rule. Once the preparatory work is done, we'll start the killing."

"It doesn't matter if they are men or women, or what race they are, even if they are Demons. Anyone who mingles with the humans will only be traitors."

"Kill them all. Don't leave a single one alive."

And so, the executioners began to move.

The Night of Blood began.