The Archangel of Death - Chapter 227

227: Killing spree 227: Killing spree Chapter 227 Urrkkk!!!

Sasha emptied her stomach.

Rub.

Rub.

Asmara helped her.

URRRKK!!!

Sasha vomited some more.

Seriously, kids these days.

Here I am, giving them PHD in human biology and what do they do in response?

They vomit.

They didn’t even know what they were missing.

People used to travel hundreds of miles and fight among themselves just to learn how to painfully kill a human person while not killing them at the same time.

[…] [I have so much to say but I feel like doing so would only make me regret] Let us ignore that.

So what you do is carefully cut through the meat to the part of the bone with a sharp knife.

Then you carefully open it apart while attaching a funnel for blood flow through the arteries between the forearm and the hand so that blood flow does not stop.

An artificial resuscitative endovascular balloon occlusion of the aorta.

Of course, if not done well, things can go horribly wrong.

Luckily, I wasn’t wearing my suit but these cheap clothes so a few spurts of blood were alright.

And finally, when all the systems were normal, you carefully saw through the bone, making it very painful.

The doctors use sedatives or induced coma for that but where was I going to find that here?

So, he would just have to do with the pain.

And finally, you take out the bone while keeping the flesh apart and the person alive with all the functions intact.

It wasn’t difficult but it required practice.

The funny thing was that I wasn’t taught this magnificent technique, I made it myself.

[Quite proud of yourself, huh?] ‘Yep.’ I replied as I began to do the same to the fatso.

Now why was I being so cruel to this guy when he just tried to force a young girl into his bed?

The most I should have done to him was just cut his treasure off and be done with it.

The answer was what I found in the basement, or better yet, the dungeon of this castle.

People like this fatso are better off without the pleasure of life.

And if I was going to kill him anyway, might as well enjoy some of it.

I don’t enjoy killing but I do enjoy when scums beg for their lives when they didn’t care about anything like that when they committed their sins.

Done and satisfied with myself, I left the fatso to rot.

He wouldn’t survive for long anyway.

After all, the medical procedure was perfected but there was no cold in the room, the blood would soon be exposed to the room temperature, falling below normal levels and begin to rot.

Killing him slowly and painfully.

“Let’s go,” I said to the two horrified girls, one pale and one blue because her stomach was empty yet she was barfing, while I equipped my suit.

As expected, I look the best in a suit.

********* “What’s the plan?” Sasha asked me.

“You come to?” I asked in return.

“I’m fine.” She replied.

“Why did you do that?” Asmara asked.

“Men are scum.” I gave a reason that was very much true.

“Just for that?” Sasha asked.

“Yep,” I replied.

It wasn’t like they would understand anyway so it was better to keep it to myself.

Unlike Sophien, who was disgusted when she came to know of the crimes of one of her territories bordering the Caligulas city, these girls were the denizens of this world.

This wasn’t normal to them but it wasn’t very rare either.

The nobles or aristocrats class was the filthiest community to exist.

They, good ones or otherwise, committed so many retched crimes that I was forced to wipe that class from one world.

It was better that I didn’t get into the detail of it but it was horrifying nonetheless.

To these girls, it was normal.

Just like how a lord could go to a brothel before his marriage but if a girl were to do so, she was impure and no lord would wed her then because she would gain the title of an ill-repute woman.

Hypocrisy at its peak.

But like I said, it depended on the culture.

To me it was strange, to these girls, that was how the world worked so they wouldn’t understand what I did even if I were to give them a full twenty hour explanation on morality.

“The plan is to enter the Wind Tempest City,” I replied.

“Without the duke’s help, that is impossible,” Asmara said.

“No, it’s not.” I replied before I said, “It’s a no-brainer, actually.” The world worked in a very specific order.

The clean side desperately tried to keep its clean image and the only way to do that was to throw the mud on someone else.

The criminal class.

The only community that left its mark on history as the strongest but also the one forgotten always because it was a necessary evil.

And that was why we were in front of this brothel.

“If you want to gaze at women, we can give you some privacy,” Asmara looked at me with a narrowed expression.

I smiled and said, “Why would I need to do that when I have the most delicious view in front of me?” I pointed at her chest and asked, “Are you still growing, or is that your limit?” “Go ahead, mock me,” Asmara said.

“Oh trust me, no mocking.

Only admiration.

And I think they are still growing.

I would love to smother myself in them one day.” I said while my eyes were still glued to her chest.

Asmara rolled her eyes but didn’t back away or cover her chest in any way.

Confident, she was.

[You do see the other chick trying to puff out her modest chest, right?] ‘Chest is chest.

Small, modest, big, ridiculously big.

All worth dying for.’ [You were right] [Men are scum] “Come on, let’s go.” I finally turned and made my way to the building we were in front of.

Scantily dressed women were looking at me with hungry eyes, fake hunger, of course.

“Hi~ Handsome~ Want to spend a night with me?

Your lady friends can join?” one of them came forward and said in a sensual voice.

“Yeah, no,” I said before I grabbed her by her neck and twisted it.

She fell limp on the ground, and the dagger in her hand fell on the ground as well.

The rest of the women hurriedly pulled out their weapons as well but my [Magic cannons] were faster.

They were all lying on the floor the next moment, dead.

Word sure does travel fast.

They were already running away.

They were trying to stall by using these women but tough luck, I was very stoic.

[Ahan] I entered the building and without a warning, shot the barrage of [Magic cannons] at everyone.

Everyone here was an enemy and everyone here wasn’t an innocent.

That meant I could go on a killing spree and keep my conscious clean.

“Ladies and gentlemen!

Where is the boss of this place?” I asked.

[They’re all dead] ‘I know.’ I replied and moved further inside.

You see, the one thing common about cowards in all of the worlds in all of the timelines, was that they were cowards.

They liked to hide in their small hideouts so they wouldn’t be caught by someone from the outside.

However, if someone barges in, how would one survive?

In that case, build a secret tunnel to get out of the place.

Worked every time.

“Why are we here?” Asmara asked.

Sasha was still a little confused but Asmara knew of the handlings of the dark side of humanity quite well.

“For this,” I said as I pulled down a big as* painting of a man holding a sword.

The last thing a brothel house needed was the chivalry of a knight.

It couldn’t have been more obvious.

We entered the tunnel and made our way through the tunnel until eventually, we arrived at the sewers.

Just as we did, a big as* spider lunged at us.

I shot it down with [Magic cannon] effortlessly.

Once dead, I moved further, facing more giant spiders.

The good thing was that I had a lot of MP.

We killed them all and kept on moving through the tunnel.

The party ahead of us wasn’t so keen on hiding its traces because of the urgency of the situation.

Good for them.

That was the right choice.

Forget everything and run away from me as much as they could.

That was how one’s life could be prolonged for a few more minutes.

Unfortunately, for them, I was quite faster in dealing with the spiders in the way.

I saw a group of people, three men and a woman, obviously the boss while the three men were the guards.

For some reason, the spiders weren’t attacking them so I was thinking a talisman or artifact of some kind.

But it wasn’t like I was slowed by the spiders anyway.

“Hello, beautiful.

Mind spending a night with me?” I said with a charming smile, twinkling eyes, and my hands beneath my chin, making my competitors aware of my presence as hundreds of magic bombs flooded the tunnel, not sparing anyone, human and monsters alike.

After all, what was the difference between them?

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