mtl008 Chapter 221 Hilde's Intervention
Chapter 221 Hilde's Intervention
Her voice was filled with malicious amusement, and her other hand slowly rose.
In the palm of his hand, a ball of sticky, swirling, dark red lava emitting a terrifyingly high temperature was condensing.
The temperature was so high that even the surrounding space was slightly distorted.
"Should we start with these delicate cheeks? Or... these big, enchanting eyes?" Cynthia's golden pupils shrank in excitement. The lava ball slowly moved towards Yang Xining's face. The scorching air waves had already caused a few strands of Yang Xining's hair to curl and scorch.
Yang Xining's eyes were slightly red as she stared at the other person intently.
He mobilized the last of his strength and tried to struggle, but was suppressed by Cynthia's powerful magic, like a fish nailed to a chopping block.
"Struggle! Scream! This way the skin you peel off will be more 'alive'!" Cynthia laughed shrilly. The lava ball carried a breath of destruction and was only an inch away from Yang Xining's cheek. A burning and stinging sensation came.
At this critical moment——
"Cynthia Zhujue, please show mercy."
A gentle voice, like a cold spring, instantly extinguished Cynthia's sadistic flames.
Cynthia's movements suddenly stopped.
The golden vertical pupils suddenly turned towards the source of the sound, and the pupils shrank into a thin line in anger because their "joy" was interrupted.
She saw the person clearly - the man in the dark green robe, the gold-rimmed monocle, the silver hair, was none other than Hilde, the annoying think tank of Waksha!
"Hilde?" Cynthia's voice was filled with undisguised anger and a hint of annoyance at being interrupted. "This is official business of the Eighth Legion! By order of His Majesty the Great Demon King, this woman must be killed! Does His Highness Waksha intend to interfere with His Majesty's will?"
Being caught red-handed by Waksha's confidant on his territory made her instinctively feel a little uneasy.
Hilde approached slowly, taking her time.
He pushed the monocle on his nose. The lens reflected the dim light of the swamp and the fierce light of the lava ball in Cynthia's hand, making it difficult to see the emotions in his eyes.
"Official business? Of course not." Hilde's voice remained calm, yet it carried an undeniable weight. "Your Majesty's decree is more important than the Mountain. It's just..."
He changed the subject and his eyes "inadvertently" swept over Yang Xining, who was pinned to the ground, his cheeks flushed by the scorching air flow, but with anger burning in his black eyes.
It finally fell on Cynthia's dark purple face, which was distorted by jealousy.
"Lord Zhujue seems to have added some personal preferences to the execution method."
Cynthia's face instantly became extremely ugly, and her dark purple skin was faintly revealing an unnatural dark red, as if the blood had rushed to her face.
Having her dark and dirty thoughts exposed in public made her feel ashamed and angry, as if she had been stripped naked in public.
"You--!" Cynthia was furious and was about to explode when the lava ball in her hand became brighter.
"Lord Zhujue, please calm down." Hilde seemed oblivious to her anger, his tone remaining steady, even with a hint of sincerity. "I understand how you feel. After all, beautiful things always tend to evoke some... less beautiful emotions."
He glanced at Yang Xining's face with a hint of meaning, then changed the subject again, his voice suddenly carrying a hint of cold warning: "But, Lord Zhu Jue, please don't forget that the land you are standing on now belongs to the Soul Devouring Swamp. And the one in your hand..."
He pointed at Yang Xining, "...He is not only a wanted criminal by His Majesty, but also a prey that has been specially marked by my Highness Waksha."
"Prey?!" Cynthia was stunned, and a hint of surprise flashed in her golden vertical pupils.
"Indeed." Hilde pushed up his glasses, his gaze behind the lenses sharp as a knife. "This woman was discovered by His Highness Waksha in the Soul-Devouring Swamp early in the morning. The original plan was to bring her to the Great Demon King's Palace for trial, but she accidentally injured His Highness's Taotie beast and escaped."
"His Highness Waksha is furious and has ordered an all-out hunt for this woman. If you execute her here, you might be accused of stealing His Highness's credit."
"Stealing the credit?!" Cynthia's golden vertical pupils suddenly shrank.
Although the great devil Mephisto seems to treat his two adopted sons equally.
But in private, his attitude towards Waksha, who acts arrogantly and uses unpredictable means, is indeed subtly different.
Especially in the recent important allocations of resources in the demon world, there is a clear preference for Waksha.
Now that Prince Sele has been destroyed, Prince Waksha seems likely to become the next Demon King thanks to Mephisto's favor.
But Cynthia ruined Waksha's "merit" because of a moment of jealousy.
He undoubtedly put himself in the spotlight.
Cynthia couldn't help but shudder when she thought of Waksha's cruel treatment of those who "failed to do their job" and "hindered the overall situation."
She stared at Yang Xining's face, which made her hate him so much, and suddenly withdrew her hand.
The ball of lava, which was enough to disfigure her, twisted unwillingly a few times in her palm, and finally went out with a "puff" sound, turning into a wisp of green smoke and dissipating.
In the end, all the anger, jealousy, and unwillingness turned into a bitter, cold snort squeezed out from between his teeth: "Hmph! I'll let you live a little longer!"
After saying that, Cynthia didn't look at Hilde and Yang Xining again, as if looking at them any more would defile her eyes.
Her dark purple figure suddenly soared into the air and quickly disappeared into the purple poisonous mist.
Before leaving, she vented her anger by sending a lava shockwave in the direction of the howling dead tree, blowing a patch of twisted vines into pieces and leaving a charred mess on the ground.
The demonic pressure on his body suddenly disappeared, and Yang Xining felt as if he had collapsed. His body softened and he almost fell to the ground.
She was gasping for breath, the severe pain in her shoulder and the life-and-death experience she had just had left her with lingering fears.
She raised her head and looked with complicated dark eyes at the figure wearing a gold-rimmed monocle standing not far away.
It seemed as if Hilde had just done something insignificant.
He walked slowly to Yang Xining, his posture still elegant and calm.
He lowered his head slightly, and his amber eyes looked at Yang Xining calmly through the lenses.
There was no sympathy or mercy in that look.
There is only a pure scrutiny, as if observing a precision instrument.
"Ms. Yang Xining, it seems you've had good luck." Hilde's voice was calm and even. "Although the journey was somewhat... bumpy. However, as vast as the Soul Devouring Swamp is, it can no longer hide you. Rather than falling into the hands of someone with... low tastes and uncontrollable temper, or being hunted aimlessly by the Eighth Legion..."
He paused, his lips curled up in an extremely subtle, emotionless arc. "Why don't you come with me to meet His Majesty Waksha? His Majesty has always been very interested in those who have attracted such 'special attention' from His Majesty. At least, in His Majesty's royal court, you can temporarily avoid those more direct threats outside."
His words seemed to provide a choice, but in fact they blocked all of Yang Xining's escape routes.
Yang Xining looked at Hilde's eyes that seemed to see through everything, and his heart was filled with cold vigilance and a deep sense of powerlessness.
This wise man is more terrifying than the pure viciousness of Negal and Cynthia.
She forced herself to stand up, wiped the blood from the corner of her mouth, and met Hilde's gaze with her dark eyes. Her voice was weak from the serious injury, but very clear: "Lead the way."