Beast Taming? Nah, Dragon Herding is Way Better! - Chapter 34

Chapter 34: Rain of Swords
Hearing the words from their supposed to be prey, the Martial Artist assassin couldn’t help but feel a bit wary of him once again, remembering the pressure he felt when he first saw him, causing him to take a gulp of his own saliva as he wills himself to not fear the young man, the only thing he can convince himself to fight the figure in front of him being the fact that he has a far lower cultivation than him.

‘There’s no need to interrogate these bastards, I know clearly well who will send an assassin to me this time…’ Diluc thought to himself as he decided to spare no mercy towards these people trying to take his life for money, the most likely perpetrator appearing on his mind as the image of the lavishly dressed young man appears with it.

‘They’re getting wary of me now…’ he thought to himself, happier rather than being troubled as the fact alone that these people sent someone to dispatch him is a proof that he probably will have, or already has enough capabilities to deal with them.

“Soon…” he blurted out thinking of just how much longer it will take for him to clear his birth parent’s names and bring justice to the ones who killed them, his words leaking out such intense killing intent that causes the assassin to take a step back, wondering just how such a young man developed that terrifying of a killing intent.

“Hmm? You haven’t attacked? That’s weird, I thought you are really confident?” snapping from his thoughts, Diluc then directs his attention to the Martial Artist still rooted on his previous spot, causing him to approach as if to provoke the assassin, his steps forward causing the assassin to take backward steps responsively, as if he is subconsciously terrified of the figure in front of him.

“W-what manner of being are you!?” now that he thinks about it, the scales on the young man appears to be something really integrated on him, previously he thought that it might just be something of an effect due to him assimilating with his contracted beast, but now that he thinks about it, there’s not even a single trace of beastly aura from the young man standing in front of him.

‘I thought we might even pick up a beast up for contract once we killed this guy, but I think we needs to worry about our life more than the riches we can probably get from this task…’ the Martial Artist thought to himself as he prepares his entire body, clenching his leg muscles in preparation of exploding himself to move away from this area, his attempt about to go for naught as the young man starts speaking once again.

“Looks like your friends are here as well…” Diluc said with a brutal smile on his face as he detects four other life signatures in the nearby area, some of them warily hiding in an attempt to take him by surprise while some of them goes front and decided to attack him face to face, not even giving the strongest martial artist among them the time to warn them of the dangers of fighting this young man.

[Rain of Swords]

As he watches the assassins approach him, Diluc once again uses a draconic skill from his arsenal, weapons created from pure mana appearing in massive numbers high in the air, its shining edges causing the opposing group to look up in the sky where they see their apparent harbinger of death, on their sight, two figures of what appears to be ladies floating even higher in the air, making them wonder whether they are just passersby.

“W-we surrender young hero!! Please spare our lives!!”

Seeing the massive array of armament seemingly all pointed towards them, the assassins couldn’t help but kneel on the ground as they banged their heads on the floor, hoping that this young man is merciful enough to let them go, something that they think is highly probable given how young of an adult he is, making them think that he’s someone who has yet to experience the ruthlessness of the world.

‘Once we escape this place, we should bring more brothers with us to dispatch this guy’ no longer thinking of this as a matter of money but rather as something related to their pride, these assassins all thought of the same thing at the same time as they remain close to the ground, nervously waiting for the young man’s response, the words coming out from his mouth next making their eyes wide in disbelief.

“I can spare you if you offer me something…” the young man said with a pretentiously gracious expression as he looks down on them, making their eyes glow in hope as they start blabbering all nonsense about how valuable items are in their spatial pouches.

“T-tell us, what do you want from all of those, young hero??” the strongest mage of the group asked with such humbleness in his tone that one might not believe how arrogant of a person he is usually, all of them thinking that they are about to go away from this hellish place now only for their hopes to be doused as they heard the young man’s next words.

“I want your lives” Diluc said with a smile on his face as he waves one of his hands, the arsenal of cold weapons made from mana descending from the air towards the back of the assassins still kneeling in front of him, the sight of dozens, maybe even hundreds of weapons closing in on them making them feel the touch of death, their bodies frozen in place out of sheer terror, unmoving no matter how much they struggle to get up and away from this place.

“Noo!!!!”

As the weapons approaches them, some of the men shouted in desperation as a final attempt to save their own lives, an attempt that end in spectacular failure as the moment they raises their heads and shouts loudly, a massive sword, a polearm, and even a glaive got shoved in their mouths, the ones fed with sharp weapons having their jaws severed from their faces as the weapon continues to tear through, separating their neck from their nape, ending their torturous demise as the weapon pierces through their hearts.

The rain of weapons doesn’t end there though, the hundreds of varieties of arsenals continue to rain down on them, making their entire bodies riddled with holes first, then gradually disappearing into a river of blood, pastes of flesh and smithereens of bones at the end of the brutal attack.

After finishing this though, Diluc still has the guts to look into their mangled, unidentifiable corpses that already mixes with each other, smiling as he saw five spatial pouches that still survives even after all his assault, on them, a brand of a black dagger piercing a purple heart is clearly seen, perhaps something related to the force they belong to.

Before he can even start to count the loot of this ‘lucky encounter’ though, the young man is interrupted as two heavenly beauties descends from the skies, beauties that anyone might even mistake for goddesses if not for the draconic horns on their heads, signifying what sort of terrifying beings they truly are.

“We didn’t even get our fun~~” one of the beauties, an alluring, neon-green haired mature lady, said with a helpless smile on her face before shaking her head, looking at the young man who holds the spatial pouches of the assassins as if he wronged her somehow.

Meanwhile, the other beauty, a youthful, platinum-haired, seemingly taciturn one, nodded at the mature beauty’s words as she looks at Diluc as well, her eyes having a fiery glow clearly showing just how much she wants to fight as well.

“There’s no need to dirty your hands with such menial tasks, girls, you will have your own fights later…” Diluc explains as he pulls them closer to him, causing the two beauties to blush a bit before they nodded towards him, their connections shared with him through the blessings they gave him causing them to know that this is what he truly thinks.

“While you might not want us to do such tasks, it is our duty as your subject, first and foremost, my dear liege” Yggdrasil, who often prides herself for being a playful person, said in utmost seriousness causing the young man to be taken aback, her words resonating with him yet somehow, he couldn’t help but feel like this is just unnecessary.

“But you two are more than just my subjects, right?” he retorted causing the mature beauty to be stupefied in turn, causing her to realize that he really values the two of them as his woman more than she give him credit for, perhaps the only thing that made her fail to realize that being the fact that dragons and humans thinks in a different spectrum.

‘He’s definitely growing more and more like a dragon now though…’ she thought to herself as she watches him grow into a character more fitting to be a ruler of such mighty beings than his previous character, his ruthlessness to his enemies being the most apparent trait he acquired ever since he become the Ruler of the Draconic Realm.