Chapter 1517: and translation of chapter title

The leader's riot has started again!

That bunch of lowlifes, it seems Awakened Ones are inciting them from behind! Their power is off!

Inside the magnificent hall, the lights were bright.

Blackges wiped his mouth with a grim expression, looking toward the fire outside the window.

The long banquet table before him shook.

Even without his subordinates' reports, he could hear the commotion outside the city from within the inner city.

Inciting?

Blackges snorted coldly, picking up a piece of velvet silk to wipe his mouth.

After repeated riots, even if he usually didn't care about such trivial matters, being disturbed during his meal inevitably sparked anger in him.

A bunch of damned lower-class ants.

It seems the daytime crackdown didn't scare this bunch of trash!

Regardless of who was behind the disturbance, with absolute confidence in his strength, Blackges waved his hand and issued a cold order like a superior.

Go, let the Butcher take action!

In half an hour, I want to see the instigator's scalp on the table!

As his words fell, the subordinate in a black suit trembled all over, then lowered his head and hurriedly retreated.

The Butcher is one of the third-rank powerhouses of the Black Gold Safe Zone.

Although not the strongest, his attacks are unusually brutal; unlike other third-rank fighters who simply kill, he can't be bothered to put in extra effort.

The Butcher, who enjoys slaughter, is practically the nightmare of most lower-class people in this area.

Three minutes later, inside the dim factory.

Hearing the leader's assignment for him, a boy meticulously cutting leather slowly turned around.

Lord Blackges wants me to suppress the rebellion?

How many do you want to kill... kill as many as you want?

Yes... Butcher Lord!

But be careful; this riot is somewhat abnormal.

Hearing the boy's question, the messenger Awakened One trembled all over; despite working for a third-rank, his hands were stained with much of his kin's blood.

Yet facing this boy, he still couldn't control his fear.

The reason was simple: in his peripheral vision, he saw that the leather the Butcher had cut still had some hair unprocessed.

The stitched-together leather, with its nauseating folds, turned out to have been cut from the most inhumane **.

This boy is outright a pervert!

He paid no heed to the messenger's fear of him.

All he saw was the boy casually nodding, a cruel smile appearing on his face.

His freckle-covered face made him look only about sixteen or seventeen.

Just a bunch of ants...

Half an hour? Tell Leader Blackges I'll find that worm!

Boom!!

As soon as his words fell, the boy called the Butcher instantly burst through the factory roof and surged toward the outside of the city.

The sonic boom from his flight shattered the metal cans inside the factory.

Inside the cans, girls' corpses floated in the foul liquid, their drifting arms swaying like seaweed toward the sky.

It was only a dozen kilometers or so.

Upon reaching the outskirts, the Butcher came to an abrupt halt.

Using his third-rank mental power, he casually glanced at the large crowd of survivors continually assaulting the inner city.

The next second, a flicker of contempt flashed in his eyes as he dove straight toward the most crowded area.

Bang!!

A crackling tearing sound suddenly rang out.

Instantly, a corridor of flesh and blood appeared on the ground outside the city.

After stepping on and killing a group of survivors trying to break the gate, the Butcher then greedily inhaled a mouthful of sweet-smelling blood.

He excitedly enjoyed the screams in his ears, his face also flushing.

Lord!

At the same time, the inner-city Awakened Ones rescued by the Butcher were overjoyed.

After scrambling up from the ground, several people, faces pale, began to curse loudly, as if venting their inner fear.

Just moments ago, they really had almost been dragged down to be killed!

Thank you! Lord Butcher!

Damn it! These damned lowlifes actually have someone with immense power among them, and they dare to talk about revenge!

Be careful! There seems to really be some monster among this mob!

Unable to comprehend what was happening, a few wiped blood from their foreheads, feeling everything was too bizarre!

They saw with their own eyes a disheveled woman clutching an empty rag, as if holding a nonexistent child, charging at them madly.

Though clearly just ordinary people, with blood-red eyes they leapt onto the city wall in a single bound.

While shouting indistinct words, they lunged at them like zombies to bite.

Moreover, out of every hundred people, seven or eight survivors, like madmen, shouted slogans and fearlessly launched assaults despite the pain.

If not for that, they wouldn't have been driven to this state by a mere crowd of ordinary people.

He ignored the reminder of the city guard soldiers.

The butcher let out a scoff, completely indifferent to the so-called abnormality.

Monsters? Awakened Ones?

It doesn't matter.

Too weak...

Although he also noticed that among this frenzied, death-seeking swarm of creatures, quite a few people indeed looked somewhat off.

But with his overconfidence in his Third Level combat strength, the seemingly frenzied "riot" before him was nothing more than a farce in his eyes.

As long as he kills a portion of the fastest-charging creatures, this bunch of trash will quickly scatter in panic.

As for the abnormality...

Finding the mastermind behind it is enough.

Hah.

They dare to attack them with strength not even reaching First Level? The person behind them must be nothing but trash.

Kill the leader.

No matter how much this swarm of creatures hated them before the riot.

In the face of absolute power, this swarm of creatures will still repeat their cowardice.

As expected.

As the youth charged forward rapidly, mowing down batches of survivors again, sharp, terrified screams suddenly rang out from the chaos.

"Third Level!!"

"It's a Third Level coming to kill us! Run!! We can't beat him!"

"The butcher! The butcher has appeared!!"

The crowd surged, screaming as they fled.

Most of them were incited to charge the inner city.

Perhaps they truly hated the Awakened Ones of the inner city, hated these upper-class elites. But after repeated futile rebellions, the sudden appearance of the butcher seemed to awaken their inner fear, and people instinctively wanted to flee.

"Go back!"

"Take revenge! Only then can we gain power!"

"The gods are watching you!!"

Unlike the panicking crowd.

Among the charging ranks, a few survivors clad in simple black robes roared, as if leading by example, they seized their weapons and fearlessly charged forward.

They've had enough!

Some of them were the earliest scavengers, while others had voluntarily joined after seeing the "monsters."

Possessing nothing, living like dogs all day, if they had anything left, it would be only that hatred!

Amid the angry shouts of several converters, the crowd began to hesitate.

Who wouldn't want to gain power and take revenge with their own hands?

Noticing that these few black-robed figures shouting loudly might be the leaders of the "Violent Surge."

The youth gave a sinister grin, then suddenly flashed out again.

Gods?

Just a bunch of creatures seeking death!

Survival of the fittest.

He is Third Level, an immensely powerful Awakened One. Then this bunch of trash is merely garbage to please him!

Just as the youth was about to slash off a few converters' heads, hold them high to mock the so-called gods behind these people.

A muffled yet intensely hate-filled howl suddenly erupted from behind him.

"Ma... en!!"

He turned his head in astonishment.

The youth's whole body shuddered; a strong evil and strange power seemed to lock onto him at this moment, relentless.

Behind him, An Ge Si, with hands like blades, was staring at him.

In a daze, the butcher who never cared about any ant seemed to suddenly recall who the other party was.

This guy is...

That soldier!?

How did he become like this!?

"Pfft!"

The blade flashed out.

The intense pain of flesh being sliced instantly made the youth scream in agony.

He never expected that, in a mere moment of distraction, this creature devoid of any Awakened One aura would actually wound him!

Before he could unleash a fireball in his fury.

In the darkness, pairs of scarlet eyes, as if they had been waiting for this moment, all lit up at once.

Half an hour later.

"Revenge!! Revenge!! Revenge!!"

"Ling An's deity! Grant us power!!"

Excited, frenzied roars occupied the city walls.

Dense masses of human survivors surged into the inner city like a tide.

On the wall top, An Ge Si, like a monster that doesn't know how to cry, covered in blood, holding a head, raised toward the sky.

Accompanied by soaring firelight and shouting of killing, it echoed throughout the world.

One after another invisible force, also at a speed visible to the naked eye, gathered toward the darkness outside the city.

It was as if a black sun was being born.