I started a new day as usual.

After breakfast, I was called out by the maid of Zdis City, saying that the master wanted to see me.

I went to my master's room. I saw her sitting on a stool at the table and propping up with her face. The master looked so bored.

Is Heath Relia not discussing something with the master in the room today?

"Master, what do you want from me?"

Although I was standing, I was still taller than my master who was sitting on the stool. However, I didn't have the feeling of being superior, instead, I felt like a good maid.

The master looked up and stared at me.

"Have you still remembered how you felt when you killed someone?"

I remembered the prisoner I had killed and nodded slightly.

"Have you still dared to kill?"

Suddenly my heart clenched. I lowered my head and bit my lower lip.

In fact, I was not sure. When I killed that prisoner at that time, I did not feel much revulsion, but rather a sense of relief.

So I gave this answer.

"I should dare."

The master stood up, and I looked up after her.

"Let's go to the prison."

So was it time to kill someone again? But if the master asks me to kill prisoners again, I think I can get down to it.

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The prison was next to the castle. There was a square for prisoner activities in the prison.

I saw many human prisoners standing in the square, and the whole square was silent, as if they were being punished. There was a group of jailers standing in front of them and the master stopped.

The jailers saw the master and ran over to salute her.

After the master waved her hand and told them to stand up, the lead jailer reported.

"Lord Demon King, it's ready."

Ready? Ready for what?

The master nodded and turned to me and said.

"Now only 10,000 human prisoners of war are here, and the remaining tens of thousands are sent to obey the orders from all kinds of industrial managers of our demon race."

This is a good end, right? In ancient China, prisoners of war were sacrificed to heaven.

"So you kill all these 10,000 human prisoners."

After listening to the master’s words, I felt like being hit by the thunderstorms. Not only was I in shock, but the human captives also began to stir, chattering like an annoying honeycomb.

The master stared at me seriously , then waved her hand at the jailers standing nearby.

"You guys get out of here, and don't let anyone come near here."

"Yes, Lord Demon King!"

The jailers quickly left the square, and the human captives began to move, all yelling and preparing to resist or to escape.

"Tenth level."

The magic power in my body surged, and the familiar feeling flowed throughout my body once again, but now I felt that the power had become terrifying.

"Ilotia, what's wrong?"

There was a bit of impatience in the master's voice.

The humans became terrified. Thousands of them began to wail and beg continuously. I could clearly hear certain key words coming out of their mouths.

"Blue hair." "Head without horns." "Pointed ears." "Ilotia."

All of these words were indicative of their infinite fear of me. I didn't think I would be the invincible but terrifying figure that others would talk about with fears one day.

The panicked humans scattered from all around. However, the square was surrounded by iron fences , so humans had to keep hitting the fences, though their heads were bleeding.

"Kill them all!"

The master began to become annoyed.

"Ten thousand people ...It is too cruel to..."

Finally I spoke out the words feebly.

The next instant I saw the master's face lit up with anger, gritted her teeth, took another deep breath and suppressed her anger. A look of disappointment followed, and finally the master looked at me with eyes that became cold, colder than when I first met her.

Watching my master's face change so many times in a minute, I knew I had said the wrong thing, but I really didn't know what to do.

The mark on my chest stung for a long time, and my body lost its dominance.

So countless limbs and broken legs kept tumbling in the air, booming bursts rose in all directions, and miserable shouts abounded.

Blood splashed like waves on the shore, and the vision became blood red.

It just took two minutes to end the massacre. No single body of 10,000 people was intact, feet piled up on the limp pieces of flesh, and warm blood streaked the sky.

The master locked up all my power. Then my limbs became weak, and the unprecedented feeling of weakness soaked the bones. This fighting mode will exhaust a lot of magic, physical and mental energy.

Relieved of the uncontrolled state I kneeled on these pieces of flesh, unable to move, my body was stuck everywhere with blood, slowly dripping.

The master was spotless, as she had just used magic to block all the splatter that had reached her. She walked over to me and grabbed the collar around my neck, looking at me with cold eyes.

When I was just about to say something , a sound of "Boom!" came from my abdomen. My body was knocked away by the master as if it had been torn apart. Then I hit the gray and black stone wall of the prison hard.

I could withstand such a blow because I lost the ability to protect myself at this moment. So I bounced off the wall and lay on the ground ,spitting blood, and then passed out.