Undead Beast Master: Living Solely for My Desires-Chapter 314: Revenge Unleashed

Seeing that Henry was being led somewhere, most likely to have his soul bound to the elf, Eldros turned to Zaroth. His voice was laced with urgency. "So now what?"

A smile crept onto Zaroth's face as he slowly removed the black mask and goggles from his face and summoned Nightshade. Lightning-fast, he put on his white robes alongside his white demonic mask and gripped his odachi firmly in his right hand. freewēbnoveℓ.com

Then, with no hesitation, he hurled Eldros two great swords towards him.

Eldros somewhat expected this, so he caught his weapons, feeling the weight in his hands.

"Simple really, I get rid of Henry and deal with the elf. While this is happening, there will be a commotion, so I expect you to get rid of all the guards in the establishment."

A smirk spread on Eldros face. "Don't you think you're asking a bit too much of me?" His eyes quickly scanned the room. While Zaroth actions were fast, they were quickly spotted, arming themselves. As such, not only the guards Henry had sent were looking at their direction, but all the men that were meant to maintain peace in the building.

Zaroth hit him in the shoulder. "Weren't you boasting about how tough you are? It's time to prove it… not to mention the amount of money I spend to feed you. If you can't do something as simple as this, then I might as well kill you right here for wasting my funds!"

Eldros couldn't help but scoff. "Okay, I will deal with the slavers here; you get rid of the man."

Zaroth nodded and stepped off, heading toward where Henry had gone.

A few of the guards in front of him tried to stop him, but he quickly beheaded them and was out of view.

Concluding that Zaroth wasn't here anymore, meaning he will not be affected by the eye, a twisted smile crept upon Eldros face.

Then, out of nowhere, the giant eye appeared right above his head. Immediately, the atmosphere in the whole room got tenser as all of the people present grimaced, bearing the heavy cost of their sins.

"Zaroth told me to deal with you guys…" he spoke as his eyes trailed off to the slave buyers. He didn't really have a grudge against the guards, but these people that bought and sold people like they were nothing but mere objects? The ones that used living people like sex objects and forced them to work until their bodies were broken down due to the stress?

He was going to enjoy tormenting every one of them in this room!

Without hesitation, he was already upon one of the guards. "The fact that you protect them means you bear heavy sins. It's time you paid for them!"

The guards—the highly trained individuals that were tasked with keeping every person in this room safe—were dropping like flies.

At this moment, Eldros was happy that he had accepted Zaroth as his owner. If he hadn't, he would never have been able to get the joy of killing this trash!

"There is no way this day gets any better!" he proclaimed as he sliced two guards with a single strike.

Or at least he thought so… that was until he saw his former owner with the large belly and the green hat.

"Never mind that, it's about to get even better!"

Chaos erupted in the room as everyone inside was violently killed. The slave traders were torn apart in particularly brutal ways, each death more horrific than the last.

Zaroth, swiftly following Henry, had a smile on his face. His plan was unfolding perfectly. He hadn't desummonded Nightshade yet, she still had some work to do!

*****

In a dirty cell, there were dozens of slaves tightly packed in it.

Most of them were thin, their bodies frail from the terrible treatment they had endured. None of them were beautiful or extraordinary in any way, which was why no one had bothered to bind their souls with a slave contract.

This, while being able to be considered a plus since they would be able to run free if they got the chance, meant they were mistreated. Treated like livestock, and even if they died, nobody would bat an eye.

Why would they? In the eyes of the slave traders, they were pretty much worthless.

"I am so sick of this!" one man cried out. He was in a sitting position with his knees next to his chest.

His two pale hands were clutching his hair—or the little that was left. He had a habit of pulling it when he was stressed, and as such, he was almost bald.

"I was just trying to protect my home! Instead of giving me death, they captured me and made me a slave!"

"If it comes to this, I'd better kill myself right now," a woman next to him sniffed. Her belly was swollen after she had been assaulted by a man; she had the misfortune of becoming pregnant and was now carrying the child of the bastard.

"I don't want to birth a child from such a monster!" Her eyes filled with tears.

Her cry barely reached anyone's ears, drowned out by the loud wails of a small child, a young boy who had been beaten and left to rot here.

It was a disturbing sight, but no one cared. They were slaves, discarded and forgotten.

Suddenly, the atmosphere changed. The metal cage around them fell, startling the slaves, who all turned to face the door.

It was hard to see due to the darkness, but there stood a deadly panther with golden eyes.

They doubted if what they were seeing was an illusion or reality, but nobody, not even the little boy, felt any kind of fear. Death seemed better than being locked up here.

All of them expected the panther to attack and kill them.

But contrary to what everybody expected, the great creature did not attack. Instead, it became a shadow.

A second later, it appeared again, but this time with weapons in its mouth.

In the span of a few seconds, about a dozen weapons of all sizes appeared on the ground.

"What… what is this?" one of the slaves asked, confused.

The panther stared at them for a moment before letting out a low growl. It dove back into the shadows and disappeared, leaving them with the weapons.

With hesitant steps, the slaves grabbed the weapons and picked them up one by one. The quality was mediocre at best, but they were still weapons nonetheless.

Then their gazes shifted to the open door of the cell.

There was no need for words. Armed and ready, they exited the cell.

Nobody knew better than them the things they had suffered while being locked up. They weren't going to question why these things happened. Now that they were seeing a way to get revenge, they were going to take it!

Nightshade, following Zaroth's command, moved swiftly, freeing slaves wherever they had been kept. She armed them with the subpar weapons he had purchased from Torin.

It didn't take long for the whole city to descend into pure chaos as the freed slaves began to kill every slave trader in sight, wanting to make them feel the pain they had endured for so long.

It was time for the slaves to take their revenge!

And among all the chaos, one battle stood out above the rest.

It was Zaroth against Henry, the leader of the Outlaws!