Perverted Otherworlder 165 I Promise

A sluggish male-figure was approaching Lyon as he stood there. It was apparent by his movement and constant hiccup that he was drunk from the gourd that was on the floor nearby.

"Oh! *hic, A newcomer huh? Y-you can't touch those two women, not even the veteran here like I am dared to do so," said the drunken bandit while pointing at Biane and Clemora simultaneously.
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"The boss said he wanted to use these two as bargaining chips or some sort, *hic, shame ain't it? These two are real beauties before they got beaten up for resisting, just between you and me, I think the boss is going to heal them up then use them for himself, pretty egoistic if you ask me," said the drunken man as he dangled his arm around Lyon's neck.

The man exuded the smell of alcohol that could make any woman throw up just by seeing him from a distance. "*hic, y-you two are lucky bitches you know that, if you are given to us instead, hehe...?!"

Suddenly a hand covered his face, its scales shined even though the place was dimmed. The proud divine aura seeping out as if the god was its manifestation.

"Hmm? Newbie, what are you doing why are you covering my face?" said the drunken bandit under Lyon's hand.

"Hmm? Heh, that's a really strong grip, you trained or something?"

Lyon didn't utter a single word as his hand tighten his grip slowly.

"Ah! It hurts! Stop it! Stop it!" shouted the drunk bandit as he struggled to break free from Lyon's grip.

*crack

The drunken bandit let go of his hand as he stopped resisting, his body dangled as Lyon held his crushed skull. Without even looking at the dead body, Lyon threw it away like illegal littering.

With a single swing from his hand, the chains were broken like a hot knife through butter. Lyon quickly hugged the two women in his arms.

Biane's left eye looked surprised before her mouth curled to a smile. "How warm," muttered her as she closed her eye.

"I'm sorry for being late, rest for now, just close your eyes, tomorrow you will see me first thing in the morning, I promise," said Lyon as he tightened his hug before laid them rest on the floor. There was no malice nor killing intent in his voice.

*zing

Magic brands suddenly enveloped them both as the healing process began.

Lyon took one last glance at them before turning his back.

His eyes turned sharp as a hint of madness appeared in his greenish pupils. He exuded torrent of killing intents that made the criminals, the king and everyone else halted their movements. No, it was more than that.

"Do you feel that overseer?" asked Ryona who was at a room accompanying Jugen.

Kyoko nodded as her nine tails suddenly appeared behind her. The tails were waggling nonstop despite her calm demeanor.

"The distance between the castle and this room is not that far, however, for such thick killing intent that even reaches here," said Kyoko as she forced a smile with cold sweat started to appear on his forehead.

"Yeah, hubby is amazing, the people are now restless because of this," said Ryona as she peeked through a window to see the panic citizen before she looked at the hair on her arms stood up.

"It's scary because I don't think this is the full extent of his killing intent, I cannot even imagine what his past identity was," said Kyoko softly as she looked at the distance. She knew that Lyon was forgetting his past for an unknown reason. She overheard his conversation with the true dragon grandfather, Shen Long.

Ryona didn't manage to hear Kyoko's words as she also looked at the distance. How many does one need to kill to have this thick killing intent that could cover almost the entire kingdom? One could only imagine.

Everyone in the prison hall strugglingly moved the muscle in their neck to see the source of the killing intent. The young man stood firmly with his hair fluttered. His pupils had shrunken as its shape turned vertical with a hint of a red thin line in the middle.

The closest bandit had cold sweat as he blinked his eyes, "?!"

Suddenly Lyon's figure was in front of him, looking down on his eyes. The bandit couldn't even scream before he heard faint of a dragon roar. His gut was punched through as he stood lifelessly.

With a swing, he threw the dead body to the ground not even taking a glance at it.

One bandit took a step back as he said, "C'mon guys, he is just one man! Let's kill him together!"

The other bandits looking at each other before nodding. The enemy was only one man, besides they got the boss with them, there was no chance for them to lose.

One by one the bandits pulled out his weapon as they readied themselves.

Lyon gritted his teeth before taking a stance that broke the floors, "ARRGH!"

*boom

Lyon leaped to the incoming hundreds of bandits with a single step as a torrent of greenish mana overwhelmed his body.

*flash

The prince, the king, and the duke opened their eyes wide simultaneously as they saw Lyon was already in front of them.

"True Dragon Art: Wave Of The Shattering World."

*splurt

Every bandit behind Lyon exploded to a mist of blood as the ground and the cells reduced to nothing but dust. Some of the blood even splashed the king's and the other's faces.

The prince's mouth stuttered as he shouted, "F-Father! Save ME!"

"Young man, stay your h" before the king could finish his word, Lyon sent him flying along with his elusive Gungnir.

"Your death will be more painful than them," said Lyon to the prince before he casually penetrated Duke Armand's neck with his hand.

Lyon glanced at the two women peacefully resting before saying with a smile, "Wait for a little while, I'll come to pick you up after I'm done."

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In the commoner's region, there was a platform that was wide enough to do a duel or some competition. The people currently restless because of the terrifying killing intent that they currently felt so the place was crowded.

*zing

A magic brand suddenly appeared in the sky directly on top of the platform as it caught everyone's attention.

"Hmm?! What now?!"

The commoners were more restless as things kept happening in Luderia and they were not good ones either.

A figure suddenly fell with a thud. His handsome feature and his royal clothing couldn't be any more recognized.

"T-the prince? It's the prince!"

The commoners shouted his name in hope to curry favor. They were so worked up that they forgot the magic was a space type.

*thud

Suddenly another figure dropped down as the magic brand disappeared. Everyone was silent as the source of the killing intent was in front of them. They felt cold and suffocated despite the warm temperature.

The prince suddenly turned around and strike the figure behind him with a hidden blade. He didn't care about his honor in front of the people anymore, there was only one word that was in his mind, survive.

However, his hand was casually caught by Lyon as he stared deep into his eyes. "THIS IS FOR BIANE AND CLEMORA!"

Lyon tackled the backside of the prince's feet to make him lose his balance. As the prince fell, Lyon's fist that was covered in greenish mana let out a full-force punch on his gut.

"Nooo!" the prince screamed as his entire body lit up with the impact.

*boom

The sound of the explosion was heard as the platform didn't survive the aftereffect of the strike. The commoner's region was in a ruined state as the streets cracked and some of the plates shifted upward. The unfortunate people had blasted away and injured on the ground while some were lucky enough to watch the whole thing from a distance.

Standing on a crater Lyon looked more at ease as the killing intent dimmed down. His gaze landed on the castle as dark clouds surrounding it.

Chapter end