Chapter 169
"I traveled all this way not just to slaughter your Noir Family."
"But rather, hoping to borrow your souls and blood essence to nurture my child."
Most of the Noir Family couldn’t understand what Alex meant by these words.
But at this moment, whether they understood or not was no longer important.
No matter what Alex was saying, in their ears, it was as terrifying as a demon’s decree. Making them feel despair. Completely extinguishing any will to resist.
"Hahaha... Fine!" A resolute, chilling glint revealed itself in Garret’s eyes as he abruptly took a step forward.
"It is entirely because I failed to dissuade my elder brother that the Noir Family encountered such a great disaster today."
"For the younger generation of the family to fall into such a desperate situation is entirely my, Garret’s, fault!"
"Since that is the case, let my flesh and blood protect the juniors one last time!"
"Alex, if you want to kill them, you’ll have to step over my corpse first!"
Seeing Garret’s awe-inspiringly righteous appearance, Alex couldn’t help but feel surprised.
He remembered that in the original novel, this Garret was just an insignificant minor character. Although his resourcefulness and strategy surpassed others, because he followed a stupid master like Cyrus, he died at Knox’s hands in less than ten Chapters after his debut.
How come at this moment, he is actually acting like a heroic martyr facing death without flinching?
It couldn’t be that just because of his own major villain attributes, anyone standing in opposition to him automatically gets buffed into a grand, glorious, and righteous protagonist, right?
"First... First Elder!" The Noir Family disciples behind him were all so moved that tears streamed down their faces.
Those who could still move rushed forward one after another.
"If you want to kill, kill me first!"
"The First Elder is such a hero. I absolutely cannot die after the First Elder!"
Those who were heavily injured and unable to move could only lie on the ground and shout loudly.
"Alex, if you are a hero, then kill us and spare the First Elder!"
"In thirty years, he will be a good man again!"
Facing this heroic and tragic scene, most villains would be touched by it. Show mercy and let the tiger return to the mountain. Burying a foreshadowing plot device for the other party’s future revenge.
However, for Alex, the possibility of showing mercy naturally did not exist.
"Six Paths Wheel of Destruction Art, Asura Path!"
Alex let out a thundering shout. Waved his hand to summon the Six Paths Wheel and drew the Purple Cloud Demon Sword from within it.
With another casual wave, he instantly transformed the Purple Cloud Demon Sword into eighteen deep purple swords.
"Soul-Devouring Swords, move!"
The swords, spewing purple mist, descended from the sky, tracing sharp, fierce arcs.
The Noir Family crowd, already spent forces at the end of their flight, had absolutely no power to resist. Amidst continuous miserable screams, they were crushed into fine powder. Their souls scattering and flying away.
Alex meticulously used the swords to crush and kill every single Noir Family disciple. Absorbing their souls and blood essence one by one.
He was even more serious about it than when he slaughtered Heaven-Turning Peak and Venomscale Peak.
After all, he wasn’t going to use these blood essence and souls for himself. He was preparing them for his precious son.
If he wasn’t a bit more careful, wouldn’t those three thousand Providence Points have been spent in vain?
Originally, Alex only needed half a minute to completely wipe out these over a thousand wounded Noir Family members.
To ensure he collected every last bit of blood essence and souls, he forcibly spent a full half an incense stick of time.
After finishing the collection, he leaped down from mid-air.
The eighteen swords, bulging from being sucked completely full, slowly floated in front of him. As if reporting the completion of their mission, they released all the souls and blood essence.
"Hmm?" Alex swept his gaze over them. A look of suspicion on his face.
"Why is the quantity a large chunk less than I expected?"
"Even if these Noir Family disciples are lacking in strength, it shouldn’t be to the point that the spiritual energy in their bodies is also shortchanged, right?"
Suddenly, Alex noticed something. Out of the corner of his eye, he caught a glimpse of a corpse on the ground.
Logically speaking, a person killed by the Soul-Devouring Swords, no matter how strong their cultivation, would be crushed into fine powder. Not a single inch of bone or corpse left behind.
How could there actually be someone among these weak Noir Family small fries who kept their corpse intact under the Soul-Devouring Swords?
Alex teleported forward to take a look.
This corpse didn’t belong to some random small fry. It was exactly the First Elder, Garret.
But just now, Garret had stepped forward to protect the juniors. He was clearly standing at the very front and took the most Soul-Devouring Swords.
With his cultivation at the peak of the Mahayana Realm, he should definitely be so dead he couldn’t be any deader.
Alex condensed a trace of spiritual energy at his fingertips and tentatively struck Garret’s corpse.
The instant it made contact, a dense cloud of black mist floated up. Immediately after, only a wooden log remained. Lying quietly on the ground.
"A substitution? When?" Alex was secretly surprised. A profoundly interested smile curling at the corners of his mouth.
"To actually be able to play tricks right under my nose. Truly worthy of being an old fox."
When Garret stepped forward and spoke those words of facing death without flinching, making him feel surprised at his awe-inspiring righteousness... Presumably, it was at that exact moment he secretly used this broken log to disguise it as his appearance.
While his true body turned invisible, concealed its aura, and hid amidst the crowd of disciples.
Subsequently, after Alex started the massacre, he was completely focused on collecting the souls and bloodlines of the over a thousand Noir Family disciples and didn’t bother paying attention to him. Garret then took advantage of that time to quietly slip away.
"It seems that in the original novel, it truly was Cyrus, that pig of a brother, who dragged him down." Alex stroked his chin, laughing approvingly.