The Way of a Demon Lord

All of them turned to the stairs. A beautiful young lady with icy blue hairs and indigo eyes stepped down the stairs. Her black clothes swayed with each of the strides. Her face was expressionless, despite being in the presence of six high level circlers, mighty sentries at that.

The bearded leader frowned. "Who are you? Why are you here?"

The lady stepped down and stood still. Her eyes gazed into those of him.

A chill ran down his spine. He gulped. "I will ask again. Who are you?! What are you doing here?"

"I was assigned to kill the Synders." She answered blankly.

He sucked in a cold breath. That young lady was a level 9? Even the best of potions could not preserve looks to this extent. Or was she naturally talented? So much, that she got into level 9 in her forties.

That barely mattered anymore. What really mattered was the fact that the lady before them was their enemy.

"Miss, you took the wrong decision- joining the Rebellion. Why don't you-"

"I don't want to." She said. "Let's fight."

Let's fight? Were they having a friendly match or something?

His friend scanned around the mansion. "There should be 'at least' another foe. Keep your eyes open."

Everyone nodded.

The bearded sentry looked at the pretty lady. "If that's what you want, let's do it."

He took the huge hammer out from his back, and charged at the lady. Another level 7 charged forward as well. The scarred man, along with another sentry, who were at the centre of the formation began to cast spells.

The other two brandished their short swords and took a defensive stance- their duty was to protect the casters and strike the assassin when he comes out.

A large sized circle appeared above the scarred man. Small fire balls were thrown off at different trajectories. All of them landed on the lamps, torches and chandelier- lighting up the dark room. Fighting unknown enemies in the dark was suicide.

Green circle appeared before the other one. Roots drilled out of the marble floor and began to twirl and twist towards the lady.

Irene stood still in the face of two incoming sentries and those woody snakes.

She reached her hand high in the air. An light icy blue circle appeared in a flash. Unlike the one that froze time, it did not rotate in the air.

She aimed her palm at the two sentries incoming and began to rotate it counterclockwise. The light blue colour of the circle became deeper and deeper. Chilling air began to blow out, freezing everything it came tin contact with.

The two humans and roots were not exceptions. Layers of ice formed on their skin and clothes instantly. The roots outright shattered from the lowering temperature.

The two augmenters who charged at the woman stopped in their tracks- they were bound to. Cold energy seeped into their body. They used all the magical energy to resist them. The level 8 leader with the hammer slowed down the foreign energies advances.

But as for the level 7- his blood froze, followed by his internal organs and finally- his heart and lungs. He was dead- sealed in a block of ice.

It did not even a second for this nightmare to transpire.

The scarred man, who watched everything from behind gasped. "Run! She's the calamity class who killed General Sprinter!" Tens of fireballs shot towards the bearded man, who was seconds away from freezing to death.

Sensing the cursed chilling air coming his way, he wasted no time and turned back, prepared to run away. But halfway through, he remembered something- something that paralysed his heart itself.

There were two calamity classes!

But alas, it was too late. The moment he succeeded doing a 180, he looked down. There were two bodies on the ground- blood gushing from their destroyed throats.

When did this happen? But he did not care about his dead comrades as he charged towards the entrance.

Just two steps later, a masculine voice full of charm entered his right ear. The source- it was too close.

"Going somewhere?" Adrian smiled beneath his mask as he drove his bloodied claw into the physically weak caster's back. The <Corrosion> enforced nails easily dug into his skin.

The long and ghastly claws clasped the man's spine. He tugged the whole spine out of the man's back. Blood fountained out from the scarred sentry's back as he thumped to the ground- dead.

Adrian dropped the bloody chain of bones and turned back. The other caster, who had just began to run in panic, faced the same fate as that of the charging augmenter. He was frozen to death.

As for the bearded man, his whole body was layered with ice. But he was still resisting. The fireballs his comrade casted facilitated him.

But he was losing nevertheless. He had to use every bit of his energy to resist the cold. He even burnt his life force.

But alas, all of his efforts were futile. Irene had yet to use his full power. She was just being a good student and following Adrian's wise teachings- to play with her prey, ensuring the most pain possible, before killing him.

Adrian ambled towards a crouch and sat down.

Finally, after two minutes- the man's life force ran out. He was frozen to death. His body was locked in a cage of ice.

The magic circle, which was much bluer than before, misted into thin air. She gave the scene before one last glance before walking to Adrian.

"How much energy do you have left?" He asked.

"Seventy percent."

"Tsk." He clicked his tongue. "You used 30% to kill two level 8s and a level 7? You are weak."

"Still stronger than you." She said bluntly.

*Cough* "Well, you are an inborn."

She shrugged.

"Anyways, use 50% of your energy and freeze as much area as possible. I have already looted the treasury."

"Are you sure?"

"Yes."

"You better get at least half a kilometre away from me."