Undying Warlord

“Are the Orb of Mantras and the Soul Collector the only objects you got from the Drakins?” Dilan asked in doubt while looking down at the middle-aged man, whose body looked even worse than before.

Not only were his arms and legs missing, but he was currently also riddled with hundreds of cuts and the majority of his skin was charred.

Dilan hadn’t shown any mercy to Regilav Gaul after threatening him that he would torture the leader of the large settlement. Regilav didn’t tell Dilan what he wanted to know so Dilan was left with no other option than to extract the information from him through force. That was why Dilan felt no remorse for torturing the middle-aged man as it was merely the result of his own actions.

If Regilav had told Dilan everything he wanted to know the situation wouldn’t have gotten that bad, but that was the decision the leader made even if he was not in a completely sane state anymore.

Dilan knew that Regilav was far from sane but that was not something he could be bothered about. He felt no pity or remorse while looking at the disgustingly deformed figure of the once perfectly normal human.

“Y-yes…” Regilav could barely say and Dilan nodded his head before his eyes moved over to the tiny black heart, which was the Soul Collector. He frowned a little bit and several thoughts flashed through his mind.

‘Now what am I going to do with you? Should I just break you, or can I use you somehow?’ Dilan wondered as another thought flashed through his mind.

‘If the Orb of Mantras is what I think it is, I’ll have to find the woman who wielded it first,’ He realized quite quickly.

With his gaze that was trained on Regilav Gaul and his thoughts roaming around, Dilan was in a tricky situation. He actually didn’t feel like ending Regilav’s life just like that. The torture of the leader of the settlement might have just begun and Dilan was not yet satisfied.

However, it was not as if he could get everything he wished for without putting in the effort to achieve his goals. Regilav’s arms and legs had been cut off, his skin was scorched and charred all over and he was riddled with countless cuts that didn’t stop bleeding easily.

Even if Dilan wanted to heal Regilav and start torturing him from the start, it was not as if a body in such bad condition could heal easily, let alone regenerate cut-off limbs.

“In that case…I should just end it!” Dilan mumbled to himself and came to a conclusion. He unsheathed the Cursed Dagger, and stepped forward while staring coldly at the remains of a human being in front of him before he flicked the dagger in his hand to thrust it downward with a shocking velocity.

Dilan’s movement was smooth and he thrust it straight through Regilav’s head, piercing his skull and brain with great power.

Regilav Gaul died in an instant, his body twitched thrice in response to the thrust and the sudden shock before it stiffened. The middle-aged man stopped moving and Dilan turned around after collecting the man’s Essence crystal.

“If you guys take the Soul of my people, I will take all your Essence crystals!” Dilan announced before he wanted to disappear from Regilav’s place. He had no idea where Regilav’s wife and daughter were currently located but that was of no concern to him.

However, just when he was about to jump out of the building and start looking for the Orb of Mantras, Dilan realized something else he had forgotten while looking at the tiny nuisance called Regilav Gaul; the fact that Regilav had been the master of a bunch of Slaves.

Dilan had yet to meet any of the other slaves excluding the Dark Elf but he knew that there were quite a few Slaves in place. They were fighting the Nightmares with their great combat prowess, which was more than enough to defeat most Nightmares without too many difficulties.

Nightmares wouldn’t be much stronger than the host they belong to. That being said, most Slaves that came from the Drakins were stronger than the Elite forces of Ascenders in the large settlement.

Nonetheless, it was not as if the Slaves were willing to put in more effort to defeat the Nightmares than what they were forced to do due to the existing clauses of the Slave Mark that had been engraved on them.

They had never been in such a situation before and had no specific orders to act upon when faced with such a scenario. This made them wonder if it may not be for the best to die today rather than suffer as Slaves for the years that would follow. With the death of their master, everything would end, and it was obvious that Regilav was currently being attacked, but nobody even considered going out to help him on their own accord.

Some Slaves were being pulled toward the direction of their new master but none of them had been given a specific list of commands on what to do in all kinds of situations.

Regilav Gaul had been new to the rules of Slave Marks and he had yet to do many things that were considered common knowledge for those, who had decades of experience which the people of Milarn could hardly get their hands on.

The Primordial Ascension had occurred only three months ago and it was only obvious that they had missed crucial pieces of information. Dilan was fine with that because he could always learn in the process, but others were bound to run into bigger problems as their strength was not comparable to his!

Thus, Regilav Gaul died while fighting all by himself and his Slaves merely noticed that the self-destruction mechanism had been activated. Some Slaves were filled with regret because they’d wished to live a better life, not as slaves but as themselves, while others were relieved that they could finally die and be free of this mayhem.

Mixed emotions coursed through the minds of all the Slaves but all of them seemed to accept the situation that was occurring right in front of them.

That was also why it was even more shocking when the Slaves realized that the self-destruction mechanism had been terminated somehow. A new Master had been linked to the Slaves, shocking them quite a bit.

Some Slaves felt uncontrollable frustration about this situation. It looked like they were finally able to regain freedom, even if this freedom came with the downside of their death, just to end up with a new master.

However, their new master was just as astonished and confused as the Slaves themselves.

“System…why did you give me the command over them!? You know…I don’t really like slavery, right??” He cursed after he had gotten a bunch of system notifications that announced him as the new master of the Slaves. The management function for slaves had been unlocked for Dilan and he got to know lots of things that were quite important about slaves.

Thus, he called all of them together using some sort of function that required a tremendous amount of willpower and mana to be used; Slave Telepathy!

Regilav Gaul was not in possession of enough mana, let alone willpower to use this function but it hadn’t been a problem for Dilan. Less than 15 minutes passed before a bunch of Dark Elves and a bunch of Slaves of other races finally appeared all around Dilan, who had jumped off the building.

‘There are more than expected!’ Dilan thought and a faint smile appeared on his face as an idea flashed through his mind.

‘How about we do this?’