Having a powerful lord as a father figure, what's wrong with just wanting to draw cards?

Domi was still gripping Kyle's neck tightly, the Soul Devouring Energy constantly burning the man's magical runes, causing him excruciating pain, and his screams echoed throughout the entire hall.

Domi replied without turning his head, "Then you'll have to ask this guy."

“He disregarded our agreement. After failing the first time, he launched a second and third attack in full view of everyone. The priest in charge of supervising him just patted him on the shoulder and said he was too weak, and then ignored him.”

"Justin, is this all the supervision you're talking about?"

"Of course not, supervisors have an obligation to use force to stop it."

"It seems that priests are sinners too..."

Domi shouted, "According to the provisional agreement, anyone who violates it will be considered to be disrupting the stability and order of this team!"

"What are you trying to do?!" Justin didn't want Kyle to die like this; he was still useful, and if he was going to die, he should die after today.

The priest also came down the stairs, not minding the trouble:

“You can’t kill Death Omen. Don’t underestimate him just because he’s not very strong. He’s the only son of the current Feather Clan Chief, the sole heir of the lineage. If you eliminate him now, he’ll go back and make a scene, and the Feather Clan will definitely come after you.”

“Oh,” Domi said, looking at Kyle, whose expression was still ferocious, “he’s a second-generation rich kid.”

"Then hurry up and... release me!"

But at this moment, Domi's eyes were as ruthless as an abyss: "What the hell is the young master of the Feather Clan? How dare he order me around?"

Domi's iron-like grip tightened once more.

In an instant, deep blue flames shot straight into the sky, and Kyle's screams reached their sharpest point.

That was his final performance.

[You killed the only son of the Feather Clan Chief, villain value +20]

Two seconds later, everything turned to dust, but the figure that emerged from the deep blue ashes was deeply imprinted in the memories of everyone present.

Your brutality and ruthlessness have deeply impressed people; villain value +5.

Chapter 140, Page 139: The Elemental Great Bow

Justin was stunned, Kyle's girlfriend was stunned, everyone present was stunned, even Domi was no exception, only the priest smiled.

Killing someone in the ruins, at most it's considered elimination, right? But does elimination count as killing?

No, think about it rationally, this should be considered a real death.

He had killed many people before, but he didn't have any real status, unlike Kyle, who would receive system notifications.

Domi was probably the only one who realized that dying here might actually mean certain death.

But what does it matter?

He had already prepared himself mentally when he decided to kill someone; whether it was a real killing or a fake death, he didn't care.

Emerging from his brief moment of bewilderment, Domi slowly walked toward the priest.

As for Kyle's girlfriend, she's just a pretty face, a mere sex slave Kyle brings out to use every day. She wouldn't dare raise the banner of revenge; she's long since disappeared.

On the other side, the priest also came down the stairs, praising as he went: "Mr. Death Omen is quite skilled. He can even easily kill a strongman like Kyle. Truly, a hero emerges from among the young."

Domi sneered, "Father, you've played the 'using someone else to do your dirty work' trick well."

A cold glint flashed in the priest's narrowed eyes.

"But...aren't you afraid of getting burned yourself?"

He spread his hands, looking guilty, and said, "Compared to Kyle's mistake, I just failed to stop him with force. Although I was wrong, it doesn't warrant death, does it?"

"I don't think so."

As soon as he finished speaking, Domi teleported to the priest in a hound's pace, only to be met with a holy shield cast on the priest as expected.

But what happened next almost scared him to death.

Domi, who thought he would be blocked by the shield, actually reached his hand in directly, as if he were in an empty place.

The hand burning with eerie deep blue flames grabbed his neck and slammed him against the wall.

The solid stone wall, forged from massive stone bricks, seemed like a block of tofu to Domi, crumbling at the slightest touch.

This was the first time the priest had ever felt the threat of death, so close to him!

"Last time, I didn't even use my real skills. You didn't think you could control me like that, did you?"

“Father, before you use someone else to do your dirty work, you must be prepared to pay the price for your actions.”

"Ho...ho..."

Seeing that the priest was having trouble breathing, his face was turning blue, and his lips were turning white, Justin immediately came up, grabbed Domi's wrist, and stared at him intently.

“The Omen of Death, the priest cannot die now. Magic with holy attributes is effective against these undead. We need his power.”

The two stared at each other for a long time, and the energy of the Soul Devouring even burned scars on Justin's palm.

Domi eventually gave up and chose to give Justin face.

Freed from his restraints, the priest slumped onto the floor, greedily inhaling the scorching air.

"Justin, I only let this treacherous fellow go because of you. If he does it again, I won't let him go even if you beg me on your knees."

"You don't need to do anything; I'll take care of it myself."

After saying that, the group parted on bad terms.

Domi returned to his teammates and told them about his true death.

Justin then grabbed the priest by the collar and dragged him outside like a dead pig, not knowing what he was going to do to him.

No one in the entire hall dared to utter a word, for fear of displeasing the elder brother and being roasted alive as well.

Boom boom boom!

Before things had calmed down for even a few minutes, there was a knock at the palace door. As expected, it was Albert and his group who had arrived.

As is customary, they will have to use this door to test their strength.

But Domi spoke directly:

"Open the door."

"Yes Yes Yes……"

The two adventurers closest to the gate quickly got up and pulled the gate open to both sides.

The remaining four members of the team cautiously entered the palace, observing their surroundings with curious yet fearful eyes.

There were clearly panicked adventurers huddled against the wall like beggars, ancient and mysterious murals, and a huge pit in the middle of the road containing a charred corpse—oh, it even had wings.

Then they saw Domi and the others, and were about to go up and say hello when they saw Florettis standing next to them.

Memories of being abandoned flooded back, making them hesitate and caught in a dilemma.

But Albert had already realized that day that Afu had left them, so they had to prove themselves and show Afu that they had a brighter future!

Albert walked up to Domi Forty-Seven and Afu without any hesitation and greeted them.

"It's been a long time, Captain Albert."

"yes……"

The two shook hands, easing the tension between them. Their former teammates also started chatting with Afu. No one specifically mentioned the past; they just talked about their daily lives and complained about trivial matters, which made it quite pleasant.

"Afu, how have you been lately?"

“Albert… well! I’m doing fine. Death Omen, Forty-Seven, and Todd are all taking good care of me.”

"A shill?"

"Ah, it's that big guy, but he's been a bit sleepy lately for some reason."

Albert could tell at a glance that these four people had formed a new team, and he simply smiled slightly.

"I hope he gets better soon. Oh, by the way, is there anything we can do for him? It's not really appropriate for us to just enjoy the benefits right away since we're new here."

Domi waved his hand and said, "No need for now. Just rest and recharge. Tonight is the main event."

"The third night of the cycle... I understand. Can we stay near you then?"

"Of course it's no problem."

Upon seeing that this newly arrived adventurer team actually knew that omen of death, the other adventurers abandoned their extortion plans and shrank back like ostriches.

If it were an adventurer who luckily escaped the attack, they would definitely make these guys pay some unwarranted protection money.

The daytime passed quietly in sleep and rest, and soon the sunlight began to dim, the sunset filled the sky, and night was about to take over.

Justin came down from the second floor, patted his chubby paws, and shouted:

"Gentlemen, the final night is almost here. At that time, those undead will attack this place with all their might, and we must defend it with all our might! Once we fall, we will face death against hundreds or thousands of troops!"

"To survive, and for the reward, we must hold on!"

"Anyone who dares to run away or shirk their duties, don't blame me for turning on my own people first! Do you understand?!"

"Understood!"

The hundreds of adventurers present shouted in unison.

Only someone like Justin, who has the strength to take on a hundred men single-handedly and the leadership qualities to tame this group of unruly guys, could do it.

Incidentally, he was also the one who spearheaded the drafting of the provisional constitution. Without his leadership, the people in the palace would probably still be engaged in endless infighting.

Subsequently, those who were supposed to guard the main gate stayed in the main hall, while those with ranged attack capabilities were all moved to the archway corridor on the second floor, filling it to the brim, allowing for attacks from every angle.

Justin was in charge of the overall coordination. The high-end combat forces could remain inactive unless there was a problem, and any breakdowns would be addressed by patching up the mess.

As the last rays of sunset faded, in the cramped little house in the village where Domi and his companions first entered, the mummified corpse that had been sitting in the corner for years slowly rose, pushed open the door that was about to fall apart with its withered hand, and stepped outside.

Standing alone on the only road in the village, he gazed towards the direction of the palace.

"As prime minister, I failed to prevent the empire's downfall. My king, please forgive my sins..."

Tonight, the village will no longer be a place the Xisha soldiers selectively bypass; they will destroy everything in their path, including the king's tomb and the invaders within.

The army's iron cavalry crushed the already decaying houses under their feet like bulldozers, and the soldiers, like a tidal wave, swallowed up the former prime minister who was standing in the middle of the road in an instant.