The Villain’s Cheat Code: When a Gamer Becomes the Evil God’s Sidekick-Chapter 360: I Quit Being Human!
Numerous people watched the nobles' reactions with confusion and walked out one after another.
The scene before them made their eyes widen in sheer disbelief. They simply couldn't accept what they were witnessing.
Countless corpses were piled up in one massive carriage after another. The bodies had been forcefully crammed into the carriages, with the stench of blood and decay sealed within.
Several soldiers walked forward expressionlessly and opened the carriages one by one. The moment the doors opened, the tightly packed corpses tumbled onto the grass.
The smell of blood and decay quickly spread throughout the vast courtyard, the putrid stench rising high into the air. The rotting odor, along with the falling corpses, surged toward the crowd like the sticky, foul-smelling tongue of a monster, licking at everyone's bodies.
The nobles watching this scene felt their stomachs churning violently. They covered their mouths and quickly turned away, but couldn't stop their bodies from trembling.
Why were so many corpses suddenly brought here? The bodies seemed specially preserved, showing no signs of decay. It was as if the vengeful spirits in each corpse were forcefully sealed within their lifeless flesh.
Pile after pile of corpses continued to fall in the courtyard. The nobles looked at the bodies covering the ground, their faces as white as paper.
At this moment, Aurelianne also walked out with the twelve ministers. Seeing the mountains of corpses, she too felt extremely nauseated. The empire's twelve ministers narrowed their eyes, holding their foreheads while suppressing their urge to vomit.
Finally, Augustus walked out slowly, his face composed. He looked at Aurelianne, who could barely contain her disgust, and smiled: "I apologize, Your Highness, if this has frightened you. But please rest assured, this matter won't affect any of you."
What did he mean?
The atmosphere grew tense and silent. Although Augustus's words weren't entirely clear, several nobles still angrily rushed toward him, demanding loudly:
"Augustus! What exactly are you doing?!"
"You've turned a perfectly good diplomatic banquet into this!"
These words ignited like a fuse, and anger spread rapidly through the crowd. Their dissatisfaction and fury toward Augustus now erupted like a volcano.
But Augustus, hearing their accusations and seeing their anger, remained composed: "Don't be so agitated, everyone. Why don't you look closer - do these bodies seem familiar?"
The nobles stared at the corpses, and suddenly, many were struck speechless with shock. Most of these corpses were guards who had died in the previous demi-human siege, along with unfortunate civilians caught in the conflict.
That day, the royal city had fallen. Countless lives were lost under the iron hooves of the demi-humans. Originally, these bodies should have been respectfully cremated, their ashes merged with the kingdom's soil.
But now, they had been brought here. Why... why was this happening?
Could it be...?
"Because I need these corpses," Augustus's smile stretched almost to his ears as he chuckled. "Do you know what kind of bodies are needed for a blood sacrifice? That's right - warriors who died unnatural deaths. These bodies of those who died gloriously in battle are absolutely perfect sacrificial offerings."
The moment these words fell, the nobles seemed to suddenly understand everything. The city's fall had been due to the demi-human invasion. But why had those well-organized demi-humans chosen such a perfect moment to attack when the defenses were weak? Why, coincidentally, had the king been without his guards?
Everything seemed far too convenient.
The nobles' eyes widened as they finally understood - understood how all this had happened, understood who was behind it all. But now, they could only watch helplessly as their nearly maniacal king, his eyes gleaming with fanatical light, laughed wildly.
He spread his arms wide and announced to the crowd: "Witness this. The blood sacrifice is about to begin."
Crimson light pierced through the heavy clouds, gently embracing the pure moon. The moon appeared as if submerged in a sea of blood, its pure white stained crimson like a blood-red eye.
Blood-colored light rained down from the sky, draping the desolate earth in a luminous shroud. Above the vast courtyard appeared a crimson, obscure formation array. The intricate patterns resembled dried-up rivers, encircling the silently lying corpses.
The crimson formation seemed alive, its bright red lines dancing in the light like flowing blood. The array reached out like tentacles toward the corpses, while strange runes crawled like ants over the bodies, tattooing the earth beneath them.
The courtyard flickered in the reflection of the crimson light, casting a bloody glow over everyone present. The nobles nervously watched this strange scene, cursing at Augustus:
"Augustus, you beast!"
"You did this on purpose! You deliberately let those demi-humans into the royal city to destroy it!"
"All those innocent soldiers and civilians - they died by your hand, their own king!!!"
Augustus looked at these enraged nobles and gave a calm smile: "Yes, I did it on purpose."
Hearing Augustus's calm tone, all the nobles were stunned. Under the crimson moonlight, Augustus's shadow stretched even longer. The blood-colored light on his face became more vivid, the burning light in his eyes more intense.
He slowly raised his head, his deep gaze sweeping across every noble present as he spoke flatly: "You've never respected me, even though I'm your king. You despise me, yet you're forced to show respect because of some damned principle of loyalty between ruler and subject. Otherwise, the Grand Duke's punishment would fall upon each of your heads."
Many noble lords exchanged glances, but none could speak a word. Indeed, the older generation of counts and marquises who had served the previous king were exactly as Augustus described. They truly didn't respect Augustus.
After all, they had all been lords before Augustus took the throne. And Augustus hadn't achieved many noteworthy accomplishments to earn their admiration. Rather, it was because Duke Festan Balo served the royal family that these old nobles were forced to show respect to Augustus.
What these noble lords feared was only Duke Balo.
So, Augustus spoke the truth.
At this moment, Augustus slowly narrowed his eyes and said: "But now, I no longer need to care about your attitude toward me."
The tentacle-like patterns of the formation had passed through all the corpses, and from the blood moon in the sky, a thin red line slowly descended. Following the crimson light, it gradually connected to all the countless corpses.
The barely perceptible bloody aura from the formation merged into those corpses. Then, they began struggling with their limbs, writhing on the ground as if regaining consciousness, coming back to life.
The nobles widened their eyes, feeling nauseous as the pungent stench of decay and blood rushed into their nostrils: "Ne... necromancy?!"
"No," Augustus smiled calmly. "Blood slaves."
Finally, one noble count could no longer contain himself. He drew the cold-gleaming sword from his waist. Wearing a lead-colored robe that fluttered in mid-air, his face showed determination.
"Augustus! Your crimes must be punished!"
He was confident, firmly believing his fourth-tier strength could easily defeat Augustus. His foot suddenly stamped down, and his entire body shot toward Augustus accompanied by the whistling sound of breaking wind.
That cold light flashed, transforming into a silver meteor in the blood-colored night sky, instantly piercing through Augustus's body.
Dust rose, slowly falling around the two men's bodies.
The scene before them left everyone present speechless, happening too quickly for them to react.
Augustus stood in place, eyes wide, his face full of disbelief as he looked at the cold blade inserted into his body. His body trembled, and a stream of warm blood spurted from his mouth.
"You..."
Countless people watched this violent regicide with widened eyes, even Aurelianne felt utterly shocked. Only Count Laurien's expression remained calm, as if nothing had happened.
After stabbing Augustus, the count's expression remained completely steady. Suddenly, as if sensing something, his eyes widened in horror. His arm suddenly exerted force, but he found his long blade was already embedded in Augustus's body and couldn't be pulled out.
Augustus suddenly raised his head, smiling with blood at the corners of his mouth.
"You really believed it?"
"I was just kidding."
Swish--
Two cold lights flashed instantly, and of the three blades originally at Augustus's waist, only one remained.
The count felt a chill at his neck, and the scene before his eyes began to spin.
He felt time slow around him as he looked at the shocked crowd.
Soon, the scene froze before two bodies.
Strange, why did Augustus before him suddenly seem so tall?
And this body... so familiar, whose body was this?
They're so tall, so tall.
What's happening?
What warm thing is dripping on my face?
Oh... that's my body.
Bang!
The body in the lead-colored robe fell heavily to the ground, blood soaking the grass, seeping out crimson.
Meanwhile, Augustus's two long swords returned to his waist.
He gently pulled out the sword from his chest, feeling not the slightest pain: "I almost forgot to tell you, I was the most gifted student in the history of the Star Academy."
"It's just that these achievements were of no help in becoming king."
He licked the blood from the corner of his mouth, the crimson in his eyes seeming to grow more intense: "What a pity, you never understood me."
"Without strength, how could I possibly be king?"
The next second, countless blood slaves struggled to rise from the ground, dragging their twisted bodies, with blood-colored threads connecting to their backs. The threads' ends connected to the crimson moon.
Augustus stood before the blood slaves, his eyes gradually filling with the crimson of the blood moon.
Amidst the nobles' shock, he gently abandoned his smile.
"Everyone, our banquet isn't over yet."
He faced Count Laurien's massive mansion-like residence and the blood moon in the sky, spreading the arms hidden beneath his robe.
Behind him, the blood slaves also stretched out their twisted and withered hands along with Augustus.
As if thirsting for blood, they leaned forward, pulling at their hoarse throats, and together with Augustus:
"Praise the moon."
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Chapter 360: I Quit Being Human!
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