Chapter 230: Retrieving The Duke's Witches
Both Alros and Mina navigate through the numerous hallways and corridors of the palace. Unfortunately for them, the place is essentially a maze, not to mention the stairs to the dungeon is hidden inside the palace.
The good thing is that they knew of where it is, courtesies of the rats Ryker sent to scout ahead. With their help, and Ryker's eidetic memory, they were able to find the secret stairways quickly.
"So, how are we going to enter? I could sense so-" Not bothering to use any spells, Ryker punched the entrance, destroying it with a single punch. Mina merely looked shock before pouting, upset she did not even get to finish her sentence.
Alros merely rubbed the witch head before entering the secret stairways, already in his demon form, save for his wings and tails, not wanting to bother the witch behind him.
They soon find a door, in which they destroyed it, shocking the two Witch Hunter set as guards.
"Wha-" they did not manage to say anything else as Alros grabbed both their throats and crush it, killing them with ease.
"They should be more of them, but my monsters should be enough to handle them," opening a portal to his System Space, he sent his newest B-rank monsters, 3 Greater Demonic Hobgoblins, and 2 new Greater Demonic Goblins, along with some Demonic Goblins.
He had personally created them to help lead his Goblin part of his force, not to mention to be used in such occasion. After all, his B-rank Large Bugs cannot be used here, or in any other settlements, and he need some B-rankers to help his assault in the dungeon.
"Find the enemies and kill them," Ryker knew there are only 2 B-rankers inside the dungeon, both of which are located far apart from one another. With one B-rank Hobgoblin and one B-rank Goblin, there is no doubt who would be the winner. The remaining Hobgoblin will focus on saving the witches with the assistance of the Goblins, while he and Mina wreck havoc where they can.
Soon, they find more guards, who were alarmed by the noises. Unfortunately for them, they fought a demon and a witch out for blood, both lacking the word mercy in their dictionaries.
The screams of pain and suffering echoed the hallway before peaceful silences returned.
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"What is going on here?!" one of the B-Rank guards yelled, as he walked towards the dungeon.
"If the Lord knew something went wrong, he will have my head!" he yelled to his foolish subordinates, all scrambling behind him.
As he was about to enter another hallway, his instinct tell him to dodge, saving his life as one of the guards were thrown at a high speed, hitting several guards behind him.
He looked at the perpetrators and find himself shock and perplexed. How in the world did a Hobgoblin manage to enter the dungeon.
The said monster merely looked at the B-rank guards and growled, raising it's club and shield before bashing them together. The man narrowed his eyes as he leap towards the monster, using the walls to jump and dodge the monster clumsy swing.
So focus on the large foe in front of him he did not notice the smaller one until it is too late, a dagger managing to pierce his rib, causing immense pain and forcing him to roll away before putting a hand on the wound.
This would prove to be a horrible mistake as the Hobgoblin loomed over him, before slamming down its club on the downed guard, killing him. The remaining guards soon find themselves killed by the Goblin, who was much faster and agile than they could ever hope to be.
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The blonde witch, still in the stockade, could hear the commotion just outside the cells of the other witches. She herself was at the center, where each cell could have a view of her, watching helplessly as the Duke violate her with no mercy.
Despite the humiliation and degradation, she endure, hoping one day she would be save. It seem today will be the day.
No sooner when she thought of it, that a witch and a demon entered the room, their eyes landing on her before the demon leap towards her, destroying the stockade holding her.
Without the base holding her, the witch find herself falling before she was caught by the massive arms of the demon, who gave her to a fellow witch before cutting the bound holding her arms.
"Get her to safety," the demon said before opening a portal, before jumping toward the other cells. The last thing she saw before she entered the portal was the sight of her fellow witches being saved, causing tears to fall from her eyes.
'What a twist of fate,' she thought, 'We pray for gods to save us yet it was a demon who did. Maybe we should have prayed to the devil from the start,'
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After cleaning the dungeon, Ryker turned towards his monsters, who did not need his verbal command to know what he meant. They quickly entered the portal, as Alros soon closed it before flying heading towards a different stairway.
This one would lead to another room, and he was banking on it. Soon, he entered the room and smiled lecherously. Inside where the wives and daughters of the Duke of Hex, all of them bound, gagged, and blindfolded by his clones.
"Get them inside and make sure to not harm them yet. I want to be there for the show," he told his clones who nodded. After the entire Noble's family is inside his System Space, save for the Duke himself, Alros prepared for the last part of the plan.
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"Hahaha!" all the elder witches laugh out loudly, blasting spells to the different guards and soldiers coming towards them. The Duke himself looked wary at them, knowing he will not be able to defeat them in a short time.
They somehow entered his palace before wrecking more havoc, which cemented to the man the culprit behind the attack on his capital city. The man grit his teeth, already planning the worse torture imaginable upon the 7 witches in front of him.
However, a gust of wind get his attention, causing him to look up. What he saw terrified him as a demon flew in front of the witches before creation a black barrier.
"No! Get them!" he yelled, but by the time the barrier was taken down, there are no being inside it. The scream of Duke soon filled the air, along with smokes of the capital burning.