Rise of the Lustful Evil Monarch (Re) - Chapter 383

Chapter 383: End of the Trial (1)

Third Person’s POV

His heel drove into the man’s collarbone and snapped through bone like brittle wood.

The resulting crunch was sharp, sickening as his shoulder caps and arm bones splintered at once, and reduced his limb into a useless heap of flesh and jagged fragments.

The man’s scream tore through the clearing, raw and animalistic, echoing with such agony that it clawed at the ears of his terrified companions.

Tears and snot streamed down his face, and his body convulsed from the overwhelming shock, but Ethan didn’t think his actions were too excessive, as it was a fitting punishment for them daring to touch one of his own.

He had already moved on, and his expression was utterly devoid of pity as if the man’s suffering was nothing more than background noise.

His hands lashed out with a predator’s speed and seized a fistful of hair from the third werewolf, who had been frozen stiff with his wide eyes locked on Ethan in paralyzed terror.

The young man tried to choke back a whimper, and his knees trembled so violently they nearly buckled beneath him.

Ethan’s gaze was cold, detached, and his crimson eyes reflected nothing but disdain.

His voice was low and cutting while his words dripped with the weight of a death sentence.

“This… is for barking so vulgarly at me, you mutt.”

Without warning, he yanked the man’s head forward and drove it against his rising knee.

Once, twice, thrice, and finally a fourth one for good measure.

The crunch of cartilage and bone splintering filled the air with each sickening impact, and blood burst from the man’s nose and mouth in crimson fountains.

His teeth were caved in, his jaw hung loosely to one side, and his broken face became unrecognizable beneath the mask of swelling and blood.

When Ethan finally let go, the man’s body slumped to the ground like a lifeless sack of meat, unconscious before he even hit the earth.

Ethan straightened and took calm and measured breaths, and his grip on Velcy tightened protectively as he finally turned his gaze upon the last one left standing, the girl.

She stood, trembling, and her once defiant posture was now reduced to that of a fragile leaf caught in a merciless storm.

Her knees quivered so violently that she nearly collapsed, and her entire body trembled as if trying to escape itself.

Her tits jiggles and cold sweat rolled down her pale face and dripped along her jawline as it mixed with the grime and tears that streaked her cheeks but no one was here to witness this alluring yet fearful scenery of an anxious beauty.

When Ethan’s eyes locked onto her, the weight of his presence crushed her completely.

Her lips parted as if to beg for her life, but no words came out, and in their place were only shallow gasps and pathetic whimpers.

Then, as the horror overwhelmed her body, a warmth spread down her thighs.

The acrid and sharp stench of urine hit the air as a dark wetness seeped between her legs and dripped to the forest floor.

Ethan’s nose wrinkled in disgust, and his lip curled slightly as he regarded her.

“Pathetic…” he muttered under his breath.

The girl’s eyes widened further and started shimmering with tears of fear, embarrassment, and rage mixed within.

She tried to step back, but her legs barely obeyed her and dragged clumsily across the dirt.

And then Ethan began to walk toward her slowly, with each of his steps deliberate.

They echoed louder in her ears than the thunder of her own heartbeat.

The clearing seemed to grow darker with his approach, the air tightening, suffocating her with the inevitability of what was to come.

Ethan didn’t delay any more as his hands cut sharply through the air, and a claw of pure darkness manifested beside the busty wolf girl and slashed across her pretty face.

Five jagged pitch black claw marks appeared on her face and seemingly etched itself deep into her skin like age old scars that she had suffered way back in time.

But to his mild surprise, no blood welled from the wounds.

She felt no sting of torn flesh and no physical pain.

Yet the marks remained visible and seemed like an unnatural brand of corruption that led to a natural feeling of aversion towards it.

And to her horror, it began to creep upward, and slithered across her skin and thin blood vessels as though it was something alive.

Feeling the strange worm like sensation, her body faltered at once and she stiffened in place.

In the next few second, a dizzying weakness seeped through her veins, her limbs turning heavy, and her breath became shallow.

And she couln’t help but feel as though something unseen was leeching the very life out of her, and siphoning her strength grain by grain until only hollowness remained.

But before she could think of a way to counter attack or cry for help, Ethan appeared before her in a flash, his movement so swift it seemed he stepped through shadows themselves.

His crimson eyes shimmered, and then a cold yet entrancing silver light flashed within their depths.

Suddenly, a delicate but potent silver ripple burst forth from his eyes.

The dreamy silver wave seemed almost invisible as it blended into the sunlight perfectly and pierced directly into her mind.

It swept through her thoughts like a tide of silk, like an intoxicating and irresistible godly honey.

Bliss washed over her in a flood and dissolved all the terror, the trembling, and the sickening pit of fear that had wormed its way into her chest.

The storm of dread she had been drowning in moments ago melted away, and was replaced by a serenity so alien it left her breathless.

Her pink lips parted slightly, and her platinum gray pupils dilated as she basked in the warmth of that silver radiance.

And as her consciousness drifted deeper into that dreamlike haze, a calm and soothing yet commanding voice rose within her mind.

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