After Being Sold Out By The Empire, I Decide To Assist The Demon King
Chapter 129 - 128: Those Who Should Not Be Angry

Chapter 129: Chapter 128: Those Who Should Not Be Angry

There had just been a bloody battle here, evidenced by the scattered Beastman corpses on the ground. The weapons of these Beastmen in plain clothes were also strewn all over the place.

"Damn bandits! Pfft!"

The unshaven man spat disdainfully, cursing, "No matter which country it is, they all say Beastmen have abundant resources, but aren’t there always some who can’t survive?"

From this, it could be seen that this unshaven man was somewhat clear-headed. He was already stronger than many civilians who had it relatively better... At least he understood that civilians turning into robbers was because they couldn’t survive.

"Move faster, don’t stir up any more trouble."

Jialazi, the one wearing an eye patch, said this as he watched his soldiers clean up the battlefield. He then noticed a headless warhorse passing by the convoy, with one man and two women riding on it... A Headless Knight?

"Clip-clop, clip-clop~"

The sound of horse hooves gradually slowed down and finally stopped beside the convoy. Jialazi and some other soldiers, along with two other men, immediately became vigilant... After all, the Empire and the Demon Country had been at war recently.

"Are these Beastmen... bandits? You must be a regular merchant caravan, right?"

The man wearing a veil sitting in the middle of the headless warhorse asked this... But judging by the headless warhorse, it seemed that the head might just be a fake.

In front of the man, a black-haired girl with red wings scrutinized the group, while the Wolf Girl behind him hung her head, lost in thought.

It was an interesting combination.

"I thought Beastmen wouldn’t turn to banditry."

This man seemed to have a strong desire to talk, so Jialazi casually responded, "There’re always remote areas where filth hides beneath the glamour. Maybe their parents owed money, or perhaps it’s something else. Who can say for sure?"

After saying these two sentences, Jialazi felt more at ease. It seemed that this Headless Knight did not harbor any particular hostility toward the Empire... After all, a ceasefire was a great thing for the Demon Country.

"You must be a slave merchant caravan, right? Returning to the Empire from the Beastman Country with a batch of Beastmen?"

The man posing as a Headless Knight said this, drawing the attention of everyone in the group, but they didn’t dare make a move or chastise him... After all, the gap in fighting strength was apparent.

While a swarm of people could indeed overwhelm him, it would come at a great cost.

"Are you openly traveling on the official road? I remember that slave capture teams are illegal in the Empire, right?"

The man seemed to have touched on a sensitive topic. Jialazi didn’t want to discuss it, but the unshaven man beside him smiled and replied, "Brother, you seem to know quite a lot about the Empire, but soon it won’t be illegal anymore."

"..."

Seeing the man posing as a Headless Knight momentarily stunned, the unshaven man pulled a small bag of silver coins from his pocket and handed it to him, saying, "Our Empress has reached an agreement with Lord Caligula. Now, the knights don’t stop us."

"Agreement? What kind of agreement?"

The man asked as he accepted the bag of silver coins, and the Wolf Girl behind him buried her head even deeper... making it impossible to see what she was thinking.

"We’re not sure either. Basically, we have to pay a hefty sum to the Empress, though the income is a bit less, it’s much safer. Brother... you already know quite a bit, how about we part ways now?"

The unshaven man said, lightly chuckling. He instinctively thought that the Headless Knight might think the amount of money wasn’t enough, so he pulled out three or four gold coins from his pocket, put them into the bag, and handed it to the man.

Jialazi and the other man observed this but said nothing. If this could avoid an incident, it was good... Once the elves were sold, the profit would far exceed a few gold coins.

However, the man didn’t respond, seemingly looking up at the sky, lost in thought.

"Oh... Is-sabella!"

The man said, his voice suppressing some irritation. Calling out the Empress’s name directly, his deliberately restrained middle-aged voice transformed into the tone of a youth, a voice so familiar to people of the Empire...

But before anyone could make the connection, his incantation confirmed his identity.

"First Wing Pillar!"

The youth spoke, his eyes filled with crimson flames. The warhorse beneath him instantly shattered, and with his growing emotions, the Mana seemed to grow more violent. The explosion of dark Mana created a massive shockwave.

"Crimson Dragon!"

With that cry, the veil on the man’s face was instantly consumed by scorching flames, revealing a face known to every citizen of the Empire... The surrounding air became extremely agitated, and the dry leaves seemed ready to ignite spontaneously.

"Wing Shattering!"

Gigantic, crimson wings erupted behind the youth, shattering and reforming quickly. These massive, blazing wings, tyrannical and fierce, appeared as if forged in flame, stretching out oppressively, entirely different from the "Wing Spread."

At least thirty feet of ethereal wings spread behind him, each casual flap sending waves of heat sweeping everything. The trees along the roadside quickly turned to ash.

The enormous crimson feathered wings declared their existence to the world as if casting a shadow over the sun, radiating an extreme brightness.

The air grew intensely scorching, but the heatwave suddenly contracted in an instant, returning the temperature to normal. The sudden implosion of space made the air around seem cooler.

The restrained heatwave avoided the wagons carrying precious cargo, yet in that instant, they were shattered. Guards and cages were overturned, exposing the captured, scarred elves inside.

With the cargo exposed, the youth’s eyes gradually turned from dark to a deep crimson, and as his fury peaked, the black spell engraved on his neck began to change from black to red.

This was a sign of the Governor’s rage, and the man’s identity was recognized by everyone present—

"Lord Yila? Yila Elkaras?!"

Jialazi shouted in terror.

But Yila did not respond, merely lifting his head with an oppressive and suffocating demeanor. The crimson in his eyes...

Gleamed lightly.