Chaos Devourer System - Chapter 645

Chapter 645: A Mind Test…
A tumultuous rumbling and crackling in the sky occurred at the onset of the star’s disappearance, clouding the entire area around Zeras in pitch darkness. Yet minutes passed as Zeras furrowed his eyebrows, finding no lightning at all, just pitch-dark clouds.

“Strange. Where’s the lightning?” Zeras asked himself, looking at the dark clouds above him. Almost as if the heavens could hear his question, a green aura suddenly emanated from the sky, pouring down on him like rain.

Raising his hand to look at the green, liquid-like aura pouring down on him, Zeras’s eyes flashed in confusion, for it did no harm to him at all.

***

“Is that—”

“A Minx tribulation Punishment!?” Grand Elder Swordsworth completed as he and Grand Elder Flamingheart immediately jumped to their feet in shock. Immediately, the mountaintop where they stood fractured into pieces as they both burst forward towards Zeras with all their speed, yet they were a few seconds too late as they watched Zeras suddenly soar, before collapsing from the top of the mountain, plummeting downwards with speed and smashing a deep crater into the ground.

Silence reigned as both Grand Elders floated a few meters above the crater, where the unconscious figure of Zeras could be seen, their eyes flashing with a melancholy light.

“We were too late.”

“It’ll be completely up to him now…”

***

“Move faster, you trashes!” The roar rang out followed by the sound of a whip lashing out with power, accompanied by an agonizing scream and blood splashing into the air.

“Mother…” The scream of a young man resounded, followed by the clanking of chains and a face hitting the ground.

“Keep moving!” The roar of a person rang out closely and clearly as his eyes slowly fluttered open, and he could finally see the area with utmost clarity.

It was a muddy pathway, along the edges of a slippery, jagged mountain with rough mud filled edges.

He could see through the slightly opened door of the carriage and beyond that lay around a couple dozen slaves, with chains tied to each other’s necks, hands, and feet as they were led forward, walking beside the carriage.

The scream had come from a ragged-looking woman with a bloody back, revealing the scars of whip lashes.

Opposite her line was a raven dark-haired boy, who was dragged upward from his fallen position by the guard pulling on the chain on his neck.

“I’ll be fine, Yousheng!” The woman said, trying to comfort her child, who had tears streaming down his rough face.

“Move on before I lash you once more…” The tyrannical guard said, brandishing his whip as the lady continued on, the sound of clunking chains resounding through the area.

“Does the noise bother you, young master Hades?” The voice rang beside his ears as he slowly turned his attention to the person behind him.

It was a lanky old man with a big, courteous smile on his face, and a strange pair of eyes, one crimson colored and one dark coloured.

“Why are they all tied up?” Hades asked innocently as the old man raised an eyebrow.

“Have you forgotten, young master? These are all slaves caught by your father during our victorious war with the Evil Goramon Clan.” The lanky man said to him as the silvery white-haired and blue-eyed Hades nodded his head.

“The Evil Goramon Clan? How come I have no idea of them at all? And when was I ordered by my father to bring back slaves from his victorious war? Which war, actually? And who is my father? I… I feel so lightheaded.” He silently thought to himself, closing his eyes and trying to remember something, yet his mind was blank.

He had no idea at all. Just who was he? Hades? How come the name doesn’t feel familiar at all?

“Move faster, you abhorrent creatures!” The loud roar came once again followed by the sound of a whip lashing and a body falling to the ground.

WHIP! WHIP! SLASH!

The sound of the whip branding rang out once more, followed by three lashes resounding through the area.

“SHOW MERCY PLEASE!” The shaky and gruff voice of a person resounded, followed by the rough clanking noise of chains.

WHIP! WHIP! SPLASH!

Blood splashed through the air, staining the carriage doors and some of it splashing on the side of Hades’ face. Slowly, he raised his hand, wiping the blood off his face with a finger, and his eyes stared continuously at the blood for a while, something Sir Doraimon didn’t fail to notice.

“I apologize for the stain, young master. Might I help you out?” He said as he brought out a handkerchief, trying to clean the blood off Hades’ face, only to be stopped by a raised hand.

“Is something the problem, young master?” Sir Alvatore asked, noticing the strange behavior of his normally psychopathic young master.

“Tell me something…”

“Yes, young master?”

“Which will be more painful between a blade slash and a whip slash such as the one outside?” He suddenly asked as Sir Doraimon’s eyebrows furrowed.

“As a man with dignity, I would prefer being slashed with a blade than whipped by a thorny whip…” He answered as Hades’ hand suddenly slid into the depth of his pocket, where a small dagger lay, and he held it tightly in his grasp.

“Be careful with that, young master. It’s very sharp and dangerous. Not something you’re allowed to hold as the prince of our mighty kingdo—”

RIP!

The sound of a knife slicing through flesh rang out as Sir Doraimon’s eyes flashed in shock, looking at Hades’ hand which was quickly dripping with blood.

CLANK!

The sound of the dagger dropping to the ground followed by blood spilling.

“GRR!” A vein appeared on his forehead as Hades felt the pain shooting directly into his head.

“Are you okay, young master?” Doraimon said, distancing the blade away from him, swiftly pocketing it back in his pocket as he placed his hands on Hades’ wound and a green aura soon enveloped his hands.