readsfreenovel Chapter 256 Broadcast Demon. .exe not responding - S01E07
Chapter 256 Broadcast Demon. .exe not responding - S01E07
Shirley clearly remembers that it was just a simple trip.
What did ■■■ do when she was promoting her hotel as usual, and when criminals on the street were frightening her as usual, making fun of her, and throwing beer bottles at her feet?
Emerald green glass shattered into tiny fireworks in the middle of the chaotic road; milky white foam lay wet on the reddish ground.
Then Shirley heard the Eastern Sinner say coldly—
"Kneel down, you blind bastard."
The dragon girl, who always spoke softly and gently to the demons in the inn, made those who offended her kneel before her and admit their mistakes with a blank expression.
She would smash the demons' kneecaps, grab their hair, lift their heads, and force them to look up.
If they disobeyed, she would plunge her sword deep into the spines of those sinners who swore the loudest and laughed the most, and then easily and completely pull out their spines as if killing a live fish.
...and then all the laughter stopped.
The objects in sight were devoid of any bits of flesh; the clean white bones were evenly stained with blood, lying on the ground withered and miserable like the pale tail of a shooting star, possessing a haunting and eerie beauty.
Her movements were so swift and elegant, and then she coldly watched them howl and struggle to die on the blood-soaked ground like mollusks.
■■■ She had previously explained strange statements like "Those who stab the princess of hell in the face will be executed immediately," which she didn't quite understand; but faced with such a visually shocking and horrific scene, Shirley's attitude was naturally one of rejection and even horror.
She had actually stated righteously that this behavior was unacceptable, but because she couldn't overcome her own conscience, although she expressed confusion, she did indeed revise her plan—
For example, with a calm expression, it would use its tail to coil around the loudest and largest of those who had thrown stones at it, crushing all its bones and draining its blood.
But unlike the first time, she no longer allowed those she judged to scream; she only allowed them to show all their vulnerability and fear to the other demons.
Such slow movements, such indifferent punishment and torture; she squeezed flesh and bone fragments from every pore of the prisoner's body as if they were sewage...
Her actions were clearly utterly horrific, yet her expression remained unchanged throughout.
...So indifferent, like wringing out a tattered towel.
She would even explain to her shocked self afterwards, with care and gentleness, that this was called "killing the chicken to scare the monkey," a military tactic from her hometown.
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But it was utterly unbelievable, so much so that even the Princess of Hell would be terrified...
Payback.
■■■Not as insane as ordinary criminals.
She won't laugh heartily, say anything insulting, or explain anything.
She simply and coldly killed and tortured her victims.
She knew exactly what she was doing, she knew exactly what she was thinking, she knew—
She wanted to gain something through her cruelty.
Because he was so calm, the murderous intent that ■■■ displayed was insane and terrifying to the demons in hell and even to Shirley.
Even in the instant of killing someone, a question would pop into Shirley's mind:
Why doesn't ■■■ laugh like everyone else?
As with other demons, killing a person is a joyful and pleasurable experience for them, because they know that a life weaker than themselves has slipped through their fingers.
But the reason for her killings was that she seemed to disdain those she no longer wanted to pay attention to as lives, but as simple and boring numbers.
The reason she showed that expression was because she had given them a chance before making her own decision.
If their innkeeper was once known as the most pleasure-seeking, yet mysterious and ruthless tyrant among the sinner lords...
What about ■■■?
Because she rarely showed a playful expression while killing, the sight of the [unclear] in front of Shirley always inexplicably reminded her of some kind of cold torture device.
It could be a gallows, or it could be a guillotine...
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But of course! Thanks to my repeated requests and "suggestions," she is now much more normal than she was at the beginning!
...Ah, yes, that's true.
But Shirley understood, or rather, she had a vague sense of foreboding.
■■■’s tolerance and calmness often mean more terrible consequences.
After all, she was such a clever demon—that much time to think, after she obeyed her own demands and became more restrained and calm, was enough for her to come up with any plan or idea to completely destroy, drive insane, or even shatter her enemy.
Although, at her request, ■■■ has almost stopped “swiftly and decisively” carrying out those extremely cruel “executions”.
But in Shirley's view, besides slaughtering those who were disrespectful to her, perhaps it was ■■■'s "some degree" of smiles that were the most terrifying.
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Oh God... she probably shouldn't be thinking about such terrible things at a time like this.
Once she came to her senses, Shirley's expression began to turn somewhat frantic.
Of course, she knew that she was always so immersed in ■■■'s unconditional tenderness towards her that she almost forgot how terrifying ■■■ really was!
Damn it, why did she only think of this at a time like this?
The blonde woman, whose mind was in utter chaos, watched the Eastern sinner's movements with some nervousness.
■■■ didn't seem to shy away from walking towards Alastor.
Although she still didn't understand why things had turned out this way, nor why Alastor hadn't retaliated after hearing the comment about a 'dog being hit by a stone'...
But clearly, the Hell Princess is ready to rush in and stand between ■■■ and Alastor at any moment!
Like a brave warrior protecting the bond between the inns!
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"Sir, I don't recall anyone asking you to speak, did they?"
Finally, ■■■ spoke.
But as soon as the Eastern Sinner opened his mouth, Xia Li felt her vision go black.
His words were clearly laced with a strong sense of aggression, and he maintained a faint smile as he quickly moved to a distance that would be extremely rude to the broadcasting demon.
When they went out together, ■■■ did not deliberately adjust his height; this resulted in the Eastern Sinner now being almost two heads taller than Alastor.
■■■'s voice sounded different than usual.
Her voice was no longer flat and emotionless, but carried a condescending and mocking tone.
This made her gaze at that moment appear as if she were delivering an elegant yet sarcastic critique of an rude, mediocre nobody.
"My poor broadcasting demon, who exactly has misled you—well… I mean, how much guts does a sinner lord need to dare to make such a reckless judgment about the actions of the Hell Princess?"
The sinner from the East leaned down gently, her long black hair cascading down her shoulders like a cold waterfall, enveloping half of Wendigo's body.
Two strands of the demoness's black hair, bound with red rope, rested alluringly on the sinner lord's shoulders; her slightly narrowed eyes gleamed with a golden light. She seemed to be trying to align herself with the male sinner's face, but her pupils remained fixed downwards.
Her golden irises and vertical pupils were squeezed into her two crescent-shaped eye sockets, like a snake gazing at its prey in the dark.
Her cold gaze held a subtle yet intense mockery and disdain—
This is a serious offense to the broadcasting demon, both in terms of his actions and his words.
But Alastor didn't get a chance to speak.
Is it because he has never heard such words from ■■■ before?
The more rude remarks, spoken by a “specific” person, seemed to have completely stunned the elegant Wendigo.
After processing the terrible swear word he had just uttered in his brain, he now seemed to have to process these new, even more hurtful and humiliating remarks from the cook.