Building A Carnal Empire In The Fantasy World-Chapter 26: Kill Them All! I

BOOOOMMMM!!!

A sudden loud explosion rang out above.

The explosion shook the entire estate. Crystal glasses shattered in the auction room. Dust and jagged rocks rained from the ceiling as the building groaned like a wounded beast.

Several nobles stumbled and fell, their wine-soaked minds struggling to understand what was happening.

"What in the—" Count Varnell started to say, but his words were cut off by another blast, this one closer.

Only now did he realize that the sorceress was speaking the truth. She’d warned him moments ago, but he’d considered it wild rambling from one deep in despair.

BOOM!

The main doors to the auction room burst inward. Smoke poured through the opening, and through it came figures in red and gold armor. Their weapons gleamed in the lamplight like hungry teeth.

"By order of the Church of Sacredflame," Commander Aldric’s voice boomed through his skull helmet, "you are all under arrest for crimes against the sacred flame!"

Panic erupted in the room, they all knew that staying meant certain death. Wherever those words reached, so would blood spill.

The nobles screamed and scrambled for exits that weren’t there. Some tried to hide behind their booth walls. Others stood frozen in terror, wine glasses still clutched in trembling hands.

The auburn-haired girl who had been so excited about buying slaves now cowered behind her chair, her pretty dress stained with spilled wine and tears.

"Kill them all!" Count Varnell roared, his cultivation aura exploding outward. Since it had already come to this, there was nothing he could do but fight and escape from the pursuit of the church.

The air around him shimmered with power as he released his Soul Vein Realm strength. "Leave no witnesses! Kill them all."

His personal guards, six men in black armor, drew their swords. These weren’t ordinary soldiers—each one radiated the power of Spirit Circle Realm cultivation. They moved like shadows, fast and deadly.

But the Church forces were ready for a fight.

Ten flame knights in full plate armor spread out across the room, their massive two-handed swords reflecting the lamplight.

Behind them came twenty acquisitors with crossbows and chains, their lighter armor allowing them to move quickly between the booths.

The first clash was brutal.

A guard in black armor lunged at Commander Aldric, his sword wreathed in dark energy. The blade moved faster than a normal mortal eye could follow, aimed straight at the commander’s heart.

Aldric caught the sword on his shield without even stepping back. The impact sent sparks flying, but the massive commander didn’t budge an inch. His return strike was like watching a mountain fall—slow, inevitable, and utterly crushing.

The guard tried to dodge, but Aldric’s sword caught him across the chest. The black armor cracked like an eggshell. Blood sprayed across the red silk walls as the guard collapsed, his Spirit Circle cultivation suddenly meaning nothing against the commander’s overwhelming power.

Around the room, chaos erupted as the nobles watched on in terror. There was no escaping this.

Lord Blackthorne pulled a thin rapier from his walking stick and lunged at the nearest acquisitor. The noble had some skill—Earth Rank cultivation and decades of training. His blade moved in elegant patterns, seeking gaps in the Church soldier’s armor.

But the acquisitor was a veteran of a dozen raids. He caught Blackthorne’s thrust on his chain, wrapped the weapon around it, and yanked.

The noble stumbled forward, right into the acquisitor’s short sword. Steel punched through expensive silk and into flesh beneath, drawing pools of blood.

Blackthorne’s eyes went wide with shock. He looked down at the blade protruding from his chest, then up at the acquisitor’s face.

"Sinner," the soldier said simply, and twisted the blade.

Lady Ashford tried to run for a side door, her expensive dress hampering her movement.

She had only made it three steps before a crossbow bolt sprouted from her back. She fell forward, her mask skittering across the floor to reveal a face twisted with fear, pain, and regret.

The fat merchant who had bought the half-elf twins was already on his knees, begging for mercy with a face full of snot and tears. "Please, I’m just a businessman from outside the Kingdom! I didn’t know this was illegal!"

The flame knight standing over him raised his massive sword. "Ignorance is not absolution. You deserve death, as do all in this room."

The blade fell with a wet sound, and the merchant’s head rolled off his neck like skates on ice.

But not all the nobles went down easily.

A tall man in a blue mask suddenly erupted with peak Earth Rank power. His hands glowed with elemental energy as he threw bolts of lightning at the Church forces. 𝚏𝕣𝐞𝗲𝐰𝕖𝐛𝐧𝕠𝕧𝚎𝚕.𝐜𝚘𝗺

One bolt caught an acquisitor in the chest, sending him flying backward into a wooden booth with metal frame. The impact shattered the frame, and the splinters pierced through his armor and exposed skin. The soldier didn’t get up.

"Lightning magic!" someone shouted. "He’s a combat mage!"

Three flame knights converged on the lightning mage without hesitation, their heavy armor sparking as electric bolts struck them.

But their equipment was made to resist magical attacks to a certain extent, so they only felt mild burns. They pushed forward through the storm of energy with their swords raised.

The mage’s eyes went wide as he realized his lightning wasn’t stopping them. He tried to cast a more powerful spell, gathering energy for one massive blast.

He never got the chance though.

The first flame knight’s sword took off his right arm at the shoulder. The second blade opened his throat. The third punched through his chest and out his back.

The lightning mage collapsed in a pool of his own blood, his Earth Rank cultivation unable to save him from superior numbers and equipment.

Count Varnell watched his guests die around him one-by-one with cold fury. His Soul Vein Realm aura pressed down on the room like a physical weight.

Several acquisitors stumbled under the pressure, their lower cultivation making them vulnerable to his power.