Chapter 91 : Chapter 91
Chapter 91. Justice Executed
“What are you shouting about!”
A sharp female voice cut through the chaos as Lady Eileen rushed out of the bedroom wrapped in a silk nightgown.
When she saw her husband nailed to the bed and the black-armored knight covered in blood, all the color drained from her carefully maintained face.
She opened her mouth, preparing to release a piercing scream.
Reynard moved faster.
His wrist flicked, and the spear flew from his hand, turning into a streak of black lightning.
THUD!
The spear tip pierced straight through Lady Eileen’s heart, sealing the rest of her words forever in her throat.
She lowered her head to look at the spear protruding from her chest, her eyes filled with terror and disbelief, before collapsing backward stiffly, her eyes wide open in death.
On the second floor, Jefferson’s door burst open.
His clothes were disheveled and his face deathly pale. Behind him stood the blonde girl with the dazed eyes.
When he saw the carnage in the corridor, his mind buzzed. His only thought was to run.
He shoved the girl blocking his path aside and scrambled down the stairs, stumbling toward the back door of the manor.
“Stop him! All of you, move!”
Jimmy “Ghost Hand” shrieked. He was a small, thin man with vicious eyes.
“Kill him! Otherwise we are all dead!”
Another burly man, Royce “The Butcher,” roared as well, waving two massive axes.
“Fools courting death.” Reynard snorted coldly.
He pulled out an inconspicuous scroll from his waist and crushed it.
BUZZ!
A surge of dense dark magic exploded instantly, turning into a pitch-black fog that swallowed the entire corridor.
“My eyes!”
“I cannot see! What the hell is this!”
“Damn it! Who just hit me!”
“Do not move! Hold the formation!”
The guards instantly turned into headless flies, wildly swinging their weapons in the darkness and even striking their own allies.
The storm bloodline within Reynard made him extraordinarily sensitive to changes in airflow.
This darkness had no effect on him.
The spear flew back into his hand as he moved like a ghost through the chaotic crowd.
THUD!
The spear thrust forward and pierced through a guard’s throat.
CRACK!
The shaft swept sideways, smashing another man’s skull.
Lightning danced along the spear tip. Every flicker was accompanied by the end of a life.
Jimmy “Ghost Hand” was experienced.
He did not move recklessly. Instead, he held his breath and slightly twitched his ears, trying to capture Reynard’s footsteps.
Now!
He heard a faint sound of air tearing from his left and stabbed out with his poisoned blade like lightning.
But he struck nothing.
A cold killing intent rose behind him.
“Are you looking for me?”
Jimmy’s scalp went numb. He had just begun to turn when a spear burst through his back and out of his chest.
He lowered his head to look at the bloodied spear tip protruding from his chest as the light rapidly faded from his eyes.
Royce “The Butcher,” however, presented a completely different scene.
Relying on his tough body, he swung his axes wildly in the darkness, the force of the wind from the blades forcing everyone around him to keep their distance.
“Come out! Coward! If you have guts, fight me face to face!” he roared.
The answer he received was a blinding flash of lightning.
Reynard’s figure flashed past Royce’s side. Lightning gathered along the spear, forming a sharp spike that stabbed fiercely into his calf.
“AH!”
The violent electric current instantly paralyzed his muscles. Royce cried out in pain as his massive body crashed to the ground.
Reynard did not pause.
The spear spun in his hand, and the tip still crackling with electricity thrust precisely into Royce’s exposed throat.
The savage light in Royce’s eyes instantly scattered.
A choking rattling sound struggled from his throat, but he could no longer produce any meaningful sound.
His body twitched violently several times before going completely still.
Though both were at the Fourth Tier, Royce was utterly powerless before Reynard.
This was the strength of a Judicator of the Homomorphic Tribunal.
Their cultivation realm might not be the highest, but their combat techniques and methods of killing were absolutely top-tier.
Meanwhile, Jefferson had already rushed into the courtyard.
When he saw the outer wall not far away, wild joy of survival appeared on his face.
As long as he climbed over it, he would be safe.
He scrambled up the staircase leading to the wall and glanced back at the brightly lit manor, his eyes filled with venom.
When I come back, I will definitely—
His thought ended abruptly.
A piercing pain suddenly exploded in his chest.
Jefferson’s body froze.
He slowly lowered his head and saw a single arrow wrapped in blue lightning piercing out from his chest after entering through his back, pinning him firmly against the cold wall.
“Hhh…”
He tried to release a desperate howl, but only a leaking rasp escaped his throat.
In the center of the courtyard, the black-armored knight stood there.
At some point he had taken out a massive black bow taller than a man and still maintained the posture after firing the arrow.
Electric currents rampaged through Jefferson’s body.
He twitched a few times before going completely still.
Reynard expressionlessly cleaned up the last few guards who were still resisting.
During the entire process, the manor’s servants hid in their rooms, trembling beneath their blankets with their heads covered, not daring to make a single sound.
Reynard did not harm any innocent person.
He merely knocked out a few who attempted to run out and call for help.
He inspected the scene once more, confirming that Herman’s family of three and their core enforcers had all been eliminated.
He walked to Jefferson’s corpse and followed the route Jefferson had taken back to the room filled with decadent music.
Inside the room, the blonde girl was still lying on the bed, muttering incoherently in her dazed state.
Reynard’s gaze fell upon the silver tray on the table, where some white powder still remained.
He frowned, feeling that the substance looked somewhat familiar.
He did not think too deeply about it.
Instead, he took out a small iron box, carefully collected a portion of the powder, and stored it away.
After finishing that, he returned to Herman’s study and placed the dossier that recorded all of Herman’s “legal” crimes neatly in the center of the desk.
On the cover of the dossier was a scale pierced by a longsword.
That was the emblem of the Homomorphic Tribunal, announcing to the world the executor of this judgment.
The night wind blew through the room, flipping the pages of the dossier one by one.
Upon them, written in blood-red ink, were the countless deeds committed by Herman’s family.
The snowstorm grew heavier.
Reynard’s figure merged once again into the wind and snow.
With a few flashes of movement, he vanished completely, as if he had never appeared.
…
One hour later.
On the streets of Winter City, a squad of city guards patrolled lazily while yawning.
“Captain, in this awful weather, who would even go outside? We might as well go back and drink,” a young guard complained while rubbing his hands together.
The captain glanced at him.
“Stop talking nonsense. Once we finish this street, we are done for the night.”
When they passed the residence of Chief Judicial Officer Herman, a sharp-eyed guard suddenly stopped.
“Captain… look. The door to Lord Herman’s manor… why is it not fully closed?”
A gust of cold wind blew past.
The half-open door creaked wider.
A thick, suffocating smell of blood drifted out from the gap.
Every guard’s face changed instantly.