Karl violently pulled out his hand, along with his heart, tearing it out, splattering blood.
The Middle-aged Man beside him was scared out of his wits by this sudden turn of events; he plopped onto the ground, trembling as he cried out, "D-don't come any closer!"
Karl, however, didn't even glance at him, instead turning to Sylvie, who was equally stunned: "Are there any other members of their delegation?"
Sylvie finally snapped back to reality. Her face was extremely pale, but she still answered truthfully: "There are more than ten guards."
Karl nodded, indicating he understood.
He glanced at the trembling Middle-aged Man on the ground and said coldly, "Then he's useless."
As soon as he finished speaking, his claws clenched into a fist, and he violently grabbed the envoy's head on the ground, smashing it against the nearby wall amidst his screams.
With a "thump" like a watermelon splitting, blood mixed with white matter splattered. His screams stopped, leaving only the pungent smell of blood in the room.
Sylvie's expression became extremely complex.
She took a deep breath, covered her forehead with her hand, and said helplessly, "You've really gotten into big trouble this time, Karl. I'll take my kin and leave here."
She was going crazy. Karl had taken over Wind Chime City, instantly becoming a City Lord with two cities.
She was in the process of persuading the tribal elders to give Karl more support.
And then this happened.
"No, you don't need to leave." Karl turned around, his monstrous Dragon Claw disappearing, and abruptly embraced Sylvie's slender waist.
The Dark Elf's waist was the most supple among all the female races he had tried.
Sylvie tried to break free from his grasp, but quickly realized his strength seemed to have increased again. She could only helplessly be placed on the conference table by him.
"I will kill Duke Oram," Karl said with an unyielding tone, his hand reaching into her OL suit skirt, his fingertips hooking the black silk, and ripping it off with a forceful tug.
"By then, wealth, land—these will all become resources for your Dark Elves to survive. Trust me, Sylvie."
He had no preliminary preparations, just a crude thrust.
Sylvie cried out in pain. Even though they had done it many times, without preparation, Karl's size was a bit too much. She endured the sensation of tearing muscles:
"You're a madman, Karl, you'll ruin all of us!"
Karl, however, ignored her, thrusting harder and harder. Accompanied by the strong smell of blood around them, he could clearly feel that this Dark Elf, after the initial resistance, was getting into the mood faster than usual, producing moisture after just a few thrusts.
"Your body is more honest than your mouth."
Sylvie gritted her teeth, anger and greed intertwined in her eyes: "You are a devil."
"Thank you, I'll take that as a compliment." He finished speaking, lifted her two long legs onto his shoulders, and pressed her body onto the office desk.
Each thrust was made with full force, causing the office desk to shake violently.
Her long legs in black silk also swayed on Karl's shoulders with the impacts, and one high heel flew off.
Karl grabbed one of her black-stockinged feet and toyed with it in his hand.
He could feel that Sylvie was more lubricated than usual after his rough treatment.
"Madman... you madman..." Sylvie narrowed her eyes, gritted her teeth, her body feeling as if it were falling apart under Karl's massive impact.
Karl spread her two long legs in black silk into a straight line.
The Dark Elf's body flexibility always amazed him.
Chapter 105: Grinding Skill Proficiency
Duke Oram's guard Team stood outside the City Lord's Mansion. They wore fine iron armor, held long spears, and their eyes carried an inherent arrogance and disdain as they looked at the City Lord's Mansion guards.
These elite soldiers were Duke Oram's facade, a capital used to intimidate minor nobles.
Suddenly, the gate of the City Lord's Mansion opened, and Karl walked out. In his hand, he held a bloody head—it was the leader of this elite squad, Duke Oram's butler, Oak.
The head's eyes were wide open, unable to believe even in death that he would die here.
The Middle-aged military officer at the front widened his eyes, the muscles on his face twitching involuntarily. He stared blankly at Karl, as if unable to believe his own eyes.
After a brief moment of surprise, anger surged to his face, and he roared at Karl, "You're insane!"
Karl casually tossed the head to the ground, raised his right hand, and countless ribbons began to appear, intertwining, finally forming a gigantic Dragon Claw.
The next second, his figure suddenly vanished.
The thoughts in the Middle-aged military officer's mind had not yet coalesced when his vision suddenly went black.
The gigantic Dragon Claw appeared before him, carrying the force of ten thousand jin.
With a deafening "smack!" his entire body flew backward, smashing diagonally downwards onto the floor, creating a deep pit and sending dust flying.
All of this happened too quickly, in an instant. The other guards only reacted when their captain was sent flying.
When they looked at the captain in the pit, they saw his upper body completely twisted and deformed by this irresistible immense force. His once majestic armor was now like crumpled paper, rolled into a ball with his flesh and blood, a gruesome sight.
"De...Devil!" a guard stammered, fear spreading across his face.
The others also screamed, some collapsing in mental breakdown, while others tried to raise their weapons to resist.
Karl's Dragon Claw clenched into a fist, and his figure disappeared once more. Each reappearance brought a powerful hammer blow, like a meteorite striking the ground.
Even if the soldiers raised their weapons to block, they would be smashed to pieces along with their weapons.
Only extreme violence and power remained here. Screams rose and fell, but as time passed, the sounds grew fainter.
The entire square became a Shura field, the air filled with blood and fear.
Karl was like a God of War; each swing of his Dragon Claw took a life.
The smell of blood permeated the air. The City Lord's Mansion guards were all dumbfounded, some unable to even hold their weapons, letting them clatter to the ground.
Although they had heard of the City Lord's great strength, they were still terrified by the bloody and violent scene before them.
The Duke's guard squad, which had been so arrogant just moments ago, now lay scattered, twisted corpses on the ground.
The last young guard sat on the ground, his body trembling uncontrollably, unable to move.
A wet puddle formed in front of him; fear had caused him to lose control of his bladder.
Karl stopped the slaughter, the powerful claws disappearing from his right arm. He looked down at the young guard, his gaze cold.
"Take the heads here back and tell Duke Oram that I will soon come and twist his neck."
The young guard opened his mouth, wanting to speak, but extreme fear prevented him from uttering a single word.
It wasn't until Karl turned and left that the City Lord's Mansion guards dared to step forward to clean up, even thoughtfully helping him cut off the heads from the corpses and pile them together.
However, some had been directly smashed by Karl, causing these people to vomit all over the place... On the city wall, Karl stood quietly. The young soldier was pushing a cart full of heads, trembling as he left.
Sylvie stood beside Karl. After Karl tore her transparent black stockings, she threw them away. Her bare, dark brown long legs in high heels looked especially slender and powerful.
Her expression was complex: "Offending Duke Oram means the Duchy's enfeoffment will not come through, and we will become rebels illegally occupying two cities of the Empire."
Karl smiled: "Oh ~ Will the Duchy send troops to attack us then?"
"The Duchy doesn't have that capability; they'd rather we weaken Duke Oram's power." Sylvie shook her head: "However, if we don't have a legal identity, anyone can attack us."
Karl rested his hands on the city wall: "It doesn't matter. An illegal identity is only because we haven't killed enough people. As long as we get rid of Duke Oram, the Emperor will naturally grant us a legal identity."
Sylvie was speechless. She could only avert her gaze. After a moment, she suddenly asked, "Why did you kill Duke Oram's envoy?"
This question seemed to have been bothering her. In her interactions with Karl, this Evil Dragon was a bit cowardly, not letting any female go.
But surprisingly, he wouldn't kill innocent people indiscriminately.
Although countless lawbreakers were hanged every day.
Yet, he could kill them at will, but still gave a reason for the killing. In Sylvie's opinion, this Evil Dragon was already quite rule-abiding.
Karl shrugged: "There aren't that many reasons. I just didn't like that so-called Duke."
He turned to Sylvie: "Go and mobilize quickly. Prepare to welcome our enemies."
"No need." Sylvie shook her head: "Moving an army isn't that easy. Duke Oram will send a team of strong individuals for a beheading. If you survive, I will lead my kin to help you."
The news of Karl publicly killing Duke Oram's envoy could not be concealed and quickly spread throughout San Marino City.
As night fell, an unusual quiet permeated the City Lord's Mansion.
Karl keenly noticed that many Dark Elves had disappeared overnight, including Sylvie's partner, the former City Lord's wife, Misir.
Sylvie's expression was grim, but she remained, with more than ten Dark Elves behind her. According to Sylvie, these were her close relatives.
They would secretly guard the City Lord's Mansion in the coming days.
Soon after, the hero Sylvie entered the City Lord's Mansion, found him, and expressed her confusion about him inexplicably starting a war with a Duke. Karl did not explain much.
Sylvie, disappointed, chose to leave and travel. Karl did not try to keep her.
What surprised Karl was Aisha.
Aisha knew of Fox's existence and, upon learning that he had directly killed Duke Oram's delegation, the beautiful sister showed an interested smile and chose to stay. According to her, she wanted to see the answer.
Not just these familiar people around him, many wealthy merchants in San Marino City also left overnight with their families.
Conversely, fewer commoners left, as building infrastructure here genuinely allowed them to survive.
Karl, however, didn't bother with those who left. He was standing in front of the door of a beautiful Half-Elf sister duo of Mixed-blood Species. Since he knew Duke Oram would send powerful individuals to assassinate him, his first priority now was to grind experience points and level up his skills.
Chapter 106: Punishing the Sisters
Lucy was a Mixed-blood Species. Her Half-Elf lineage gave her high Appearance, but in an environment where Mixed-blood Species were discriminated against, she knew her fate.
She would take her sister and, like countless previous generations in the slums, rely on selling their bodies for meager income.
But the appearance of City Lord Karl changed all of that.
Those high and mighty nobles were hanged one by one.
It was like the great mountain pressing down on them had been destroyed.
The City Lord's Mansion quickly organized a construction team and began rebuilding the city. Working hours were strictly controlled at eight hours.
Wages were not high, and the pay was only enough for them to eat their fill.
They originally thought that most of these wages would be deducted, as it always had been. Getting two copper coins out of ten was already considered the mercy of a noble lord.
This was an unspoken rule that couldn't be broken.
Reality was also like this.
The foreman, as before, accepted their voluntary offerings.
Then, the next day, she saw that foreman hanging from a tree by the street, his body swaying.
On the third and fourth days, more and more corpses were hanging from the trees, attracting a flock of crows, creating an extremely terrifying scene.
Most of those foremen were originally influential individuals from the slums, and sure enough, it caused a backlash. They united their families to put pressure on the City Lord's Mansion.
So Lucy and her sister's work on the second day was no longer construction, but dragging corpses to the forest to feed to wild beasts.
Because so many people died during that period, the wild beasts in the forest even started to become picky eaters.
The corpses thrown to feed the wild beasts included former nobles, merchants, commoners, and slaves. They only had one thing in common: they had violated the laws of San Marino City.
Under City Lord Karl's governance, no one was special.
When Lucy received her wages, she instinctively pulled out copper coins, intending to give them to her foreman, but the foreman immediately knelt before her.
Lucy realized for the first time that rules could be broken.
The built houses would be rented to them at extremely low prices, and if they had a Child, they would also receive unified free education.
So, although poor, there was a sense of security they had never experienced before.
Lucy saw those Children, who had once been like wild dogs in the slums, starved to skin and bones, now plump after eating their fill.
Chasing and playing in the sunlight.
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