My Dungeon Life: Rise of the Slave Harem-Chapter 1662
“Kill him!” A few pirates noticed me as I rose onto the shore of the main island.
I raised my hand and sent out several spells. One of them was able to dodge the spells, but the rest quickly succumbed. I cut the third one down with ease and continued. Unlike the fey armada around the human core, there was a more diverse range of enemies here. They naturally wouldn’t have pirates around their more sensitive inner workings, but they were happy to use them in the take over of the main island.
Perhaps some were loyal to the fey, but most were just enjoying the chance to raid and pillage to their fill. They likely didn’t care who was in charge or what the political ramifications of their actions were. They simply aided in sewing chaos, helping the fey fulfill their goals while putting fewer of their soldiers at risk. It didn’t matter to me whether they were fey invaders or pirate opportunists, I slaughtered them all just the same.
I didn’t go out of my way to destroy their souls. The fey didn’t have souls that could be resurrected, while the pirates were free to be resurrected, especially now that cracks ran across the sky, breaking any sense of restraint the dungeon might have held over them. That said, it was most countries' official policy to not resurrect those who ended up with certain taboo jobs. These jobs included thieves, bandits, pirates, and dark priests, to name a few. If you had such a job, it was much like being a fey. After all, if no one was willing to resurrect you, then your death was assured.
Some bandit groups were lucky, getting the alliance of a dark priest or fallen priest who would resurrect them for a steep price, but the majority didn’t have such options, making their career decision come at a major cost. It was safe to assume that these pirates who were now being used by the fey were as good as dead, but such thoughts didn’t concern me in the slightest. I only wanted to kill them, one after another, until they all paid the ultimate price.
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The farther along I went, the less my mind worked, and the more my desire to kill grew. My power also seemed to grow if not stronger, than at least sharper as I grew more comfortable with the flow of power, steadily depleting the dungeon and the souls of the humans nearby. Interestingly, this included some of the pirates, who had seemingly collapsed and started glowing with white light. I found I could suck out their energy and experience and make it my own with the snap of a finger.
I could feel the hate, regret, fear, and pain of a million years of human history, and I would make the world suffer for all of it.
“Attack!” A group of fey had laid in wait, attempting to launch a surprise attack on me.
My arms went wide, and I erupted with mana. A shockwave caused the souls to leave the bodies of the charging soldiers, and they all collapsed to the ground like their cords had been cut. Their souls floated back in confused silence for a few moments, and then faded away to dust. They were dead just like that.
“Regroup at the town hall!” I heard someone shout.
My eyes followed the fleeing stragglers as they ran. The fey was trying to form up on the hill where the town hall rested, the most fortified spot on the island and the place they had conquered with some effort. Since that was where they decided to make their last stand, I would oblige them. I started to walk in that direction, killing anyone in my way.
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