Chapter 1219

After a short while, within the black fog, the sounds of slaughter gradually came to a halt.

The Demon God rose unhurriedly from his seat.

He set off, walking slowly toward the location of the military camp.

As he moved, he took the opportunity to dispel the black fog shrouding the area.

As the black fog dispersed,

everything in view began to grow clear.

The once orderly military camp had, at this moment, become a wretched, disheveled mess.

On the ground lay one corpse after another.

Some corpses had been dismembered into pieces, others were maimed and incomplete.

And some had their heads separated from their bodies entirely.

Basically, it was as terrifying as terrifying could possibly get.

The Demon God's footsteps fell into pools of blood, the splashes staining the shoes on his feet red.

Unhurried, he arrived at the location of the largest room.

At this moment, several demon-race soldiers inside, upon seeing the Demon God's arrival, said nothing and immediately dropped to their knees on the ground, paying homage to his arrival.

Among all this, the most eye-catching was the very center of this room.

At this moment, a woman lay on the ground, her four limbs bearing very serious injuries.

At this moment, blood was still continuously flowing from her wounds.

The severe injuries made it almost impossible for her to try to stand up.

Having no choice, she could only choose to lie there on the ground.

This woman was precisely the lord of this territory, and her strength was not particularly low—at the very least, she was within the Legendary realm.

But even so, against the elite troops the Demon God had brought along, she was still in a very weak position.

She raised her head and took a look at the Demon God.

Before she could even get a clear look at what the Demon God looked like, her head was slammed down onto the ground by the demon-race soldiers beside her.

"Great Demon God, my lord—is it for you to stare at directly!?"

The Demon God raised his own hand and gently waved it once.

Signaling the demon-race soldiers beside him that there was no need to be so rough.

Seeing the Demon God act this way, the demon-race soldiers said no more nonsense and immediately stopped their actions.

And at this moment, the Demon God walked over to the front of this female lord.

He slowly squatted down, his gaze fixed dead on the fellow before him.

The corners of his mouth lifted slightly, and he smiled.

"Truly unexpected—among you lords, there's actually such a good-looking woman, what a surprise. Too bad, no matter how pretty she looks, in my eyes she's nothing but a pile of shit.

Hearing these words, the woman immediately flew into a rage.

"Hah! Pah!"

In an instant, a big old glob of phlegm was spat straight toward the Demon God.

The Demon God's movements were very fast—in a single motion he had already stood up.

And he dodged it with the greatest of ease.

But at this moment, the Demon God's expression underwent a great change. It was even obvious that one could sense his eyes had, in that very instant, turned somewhat crimson.

Accompanied by a few deep breaths, his original fury was forcibly suppressed down.

He said coldly: "You are very lucky. If it were anyone else who treated me this way, they would probably have long since become a corpse. If it weren't for the fact that you are a lord and still have great use for my plans, you truly would not be acting so arrogant and domineering."

"Hmph, you bastard, if you've got the guts then kill me. Only knowing how to bully the weak with your strength—what kind of ability is that!?"

The woman said stubbornly, opening her mouth to speak.

The moment the Demon God heard these words, the corners of his mouth curved into a cold smile.

"Truly you won't shed tears until you see the coffin! Since that's the case, then don't blame me for not holding back."

As the Demon God spoke, he raised his own hand and moved it gently.

The demon-race soldiers beside him immediately understood, and without another word came to the Demon God's side, opening their mouths to ask in low voices.

"Demon God, my lord, do you have any orders?"

The Demon God looked coldly at the woman, pointed at her cheek, then pointed at one hand and one foot.

"Destroy her face for me, and while you're at it, chop off one of her hands and one of her feet."

Having said this, the Demon God did not forget to add a reminder.

"Remember one thing—the more painful the process the better, and you must make sure the person stays alive."

Hearing the Demon God put forward such a cruel demand, the demon-race soldiers didn't even think about it and directly nodded: "No problem, Demon God, my lord."

Thus, the Demon God set off, walking toward the outside.

As he left, he did not forget to remind them once more: "Remember, be quicker about it. Understood?"

"Understood!"

Following the Demon God's departure, the entire room instantly erupted with waves of hair-raising screams.

Just hearing the sounds was enough to make one sense what kind of suffering the person inside was enduring.

After a short while, the woman's voice fell silent.

And the door inside was opened at that very moment by the demon-race soldiers within.

"Demon God, my lord, we have followed your orders and destroyed that woman's face and hands and feet. She has now passed out from the pain. But there's no need to worry too much—we have already bandaged her up properly, she won't die."

Hearing the report from the demon-race soldiers, the Demon God smiled in satisfaction.

He then gave the order: "In that case, there is no time to lose. Let us set out for the next destination now."

"Understood."

Hearing this, the demon soldiers present immediately understood.

Without uttering a single unnecessary word, they assembled at once.

They then began moving toward destination 130.

The Demon God went back and forth, visiting the locations of several other lords.

At each territory he visited, the Demon God slaughtered everyone clean.

Yet under these conditions, one special existence was left alive.

This special person was, naturally, the lord of each respective territory.

Within two or three days, seven or eight lords had been captured alive by the Demon God's hands.

On this day, after slaughtering another lord's territory once more, the demon soldiers approached the Demon God and asked.

"My lord Demon God, where shall we go next?"

Upon hearing this, the Demon God asked in return: "How many lord hostages do we have in our possession now?"

Hearing this, the soldier replied: "We have about eight already."

"How strong are they? What kind of existence do they hold within the Lord Alliance?"

"Most are responsible for logistics; their strength is slightly weaker. The strongest are only at the Legend realm, while the majority are at the Saint Domain."

After hearing this answer, the Demon God propped his chin and thought carefully again and again.

Then, shaking his head, he spoke seriously: "No, these hostages are enough. Since they are enough, we should now set out for Jade Dragon Mountain."

"Understood."