Final Boss

Chapter 101: Rescue Battle in the Wicked Mysterious Basement of Earl Harrison’s Residence (Part 3)

Translator: The Light

Editor: Entelechy

In the secret basement below Third Young Master Hal’s room, a large amount of resentment from the large-scale war between Adelaide Kingdom and Steinbeck Fief had been collected. If the resentment reached a certain level, an Undead Shaman wouldn’t even need to personally make a move. The Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array would activate on its own, summoning terrifying undead creatures. Generally, such self-summoned demonic creatures wouldn’t be under the control of the Undead Shaman and would be even more dangerous to the continent.

When Clyde left to take care of the Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array, he saw that this place was already completely shrouded in dense resentment and that the Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array was emitting a chilly grey, pallid light. Clyde was a little late, so the summoning had been almost completed. When that fateful moment came, Princess Alicia and the others who didn’t have the ability to defend themselves were very likely to become the first group of living sacrifices before the eruption of the Undead calamity.

With a burst of pallid light, a huge skeleton slowly rose from the Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array. That giant skeleton was over three meters tall and wore bone armor along with a black iron crown on its head. Its weapon was a huge black iron sword. It was also accompanied by a very strong baleful aura, which was the atmosphere of a demonic creature that had experienced countless massacres.

Through his family with the dark camp, Clyde immediately saw through the status of that fellow. Among skeleton demonic creatures, this fellow was a Skeleton General. In accordance with the rank classification index, it could be regarded as a high-level skeleton. Above it, there were still the Skeleton King, Skeleton Sovereign, Skeleton Emperor, and the legendary Skeleton Death God ranks. However, since these ranks were quite rare and walking calamities on their own, Skeleton Generals were the most common BOSS among skeletons.

In the history of Ximengsi Continent, the human nations had once sent unified armed forces against a Skeleton King. At that time, they had paid a disastrous price to banish that Skeleton King. The four super human empires defending the borders of Ximengsi hadn’t had the surplus manpower to help, causing these interior human nations to be forced to send joint armed forces against that Skeleton King and eat a big loss. Just this proved how fearsome the higher ranked skeletons could be.

“Ignorant human Undead Shaman, you actually wanted to summon and control Lord Skeleton King. Wait, you seem strange. Are you that presumptuous human Undead Shaman?”

“I’m not. I’m just a passing merchant.”

“Then, go to hell!”

Clyde’s fearless expression angered the Skeleton General. This human unexpectedly didn’t fear a powerful undead demonic creature like himself and went on to say he was just a merchant, truly not giving it any face. For its dignity and prestige, the Skeleton General raised its huge sword and chopped towards Clyde’s head. Its blade slash was very powerful, appearing as if it had the ability to cut through the air. Clyde heard the faint rustle of its passing breaking the wind barrier.

“Sorry. If you want to go, then go by yourself!”

“How can it be?”

From the ground near Clyde, a black energy thorn sprang out and directly attacked the foolish Skeleton General, crushing its head. The Skeleton General disintegrated and scattered about the ground as if it had been head-shotted by a sniper rifle. As for that huge sword, because its master had been instantly annihilated, it deviated from its arc as its momentum carried it forward. After slicing through the air almost an arm’s length away from Clyde, it fell beside him.

Afterwards, Clyde leisurely took a step forward and stomped, destroying the black iron crown that Skeleton General had been wearing. According to the usual summoning procedures, if the first initial Boss had been a Skeleton General, at least one Skeleton King would appear since an initial strong summons indicated a lot of rampant mana in the summoning array. However, that Skeleton King was so scared by Clyde’s strength that it didn’t dare to utter a single word even though its subordinate general had been instantly killed. It didn’t even think to retrieve any of the artifacts its general had worn. Now, it only wished to stay in its realm and avoid this terrifying being. Afterward, the chilling, pallid light emitted by that Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array dimmed. Although the resentment was still very dense, the other party didn’t dare to look for any trouble with Clyde.

Even if a Skeleton King had come, the result wouldn’t have been much different. Clyde would have just stomped an extra crown, nothing more. There would be no change in the end result. In front of Clyde’s immeasurably frightening strength, even the strongest Skeleton Death God, a demonic creature that existed only in legend, was no different from an ordinary skeleton. All were trash he could dispatch instantly in one move. After all, even a Skeleton Death God would have to exert a significant portion of its full might to annihilate a Skeleton General in a single blow.

“Coward. Even a Skeleton King is just so-so.”

Clyde leisurely turned around and left, no longer caring about that cowardly Skeleton King hiding behind the scenes. After all, all were considered to be from the same camp. Since the opponent was not going overboard, it was not necessary to go all-out because directly killing everyone who bothered him would be rather troublesome.

By the time Clyde returned to the secret underground prison hall, Miss Jenny and those female assassins had successfully rescued Paladin Alicia and the other members of her knight regiment from those wicked triangular wooden horses and the other erotic props by relying on their assassin technical abilities.

In accordance with Clyde’s instruction, they also released the other female prisoners from frames, but didn’t take off the props props restraining the bodies of these already completely dominated slaves. Those slave imprints would have been very hard to deal with, and it was unsuitable to resolve them in this basement. Fortunately, these white lambs had already been well-trained by Hal, so they didn’t resist at all. Pulling their iron chains, they would move according to their master’s requirements. They didn’t even have the consciousness to resist. They were like puppets anyone could toy with at will.

“Master, you are...”

“Alicia, your clothes are dirty. Take them off. Do you want to go out wearing wet clothes?”

“No, not that thing. Why are you using a rope...”

“Don’t ask. Just do as Master says.”

The undergarments that Alicia and the others wore had already become drenched because of the wicked punishment plays from the triangular wooden horses. Therefore, they had to strip. After they had completely removed their final pieces of protective cloth that covered up their embarrassment, Miss Jenny took out red leather collars as well as red ropes, stunning the beautiful female knights. Afterward, they were tied in shameful postures through tortoise-shell binding styles and red leather collars were tied around their necks.

When Alicia with a red complexion asked for the reason of this arrangement, Jenny covered her little mouth to prevent others from eavesdropping and whispered something in her ear. No one knew what Jenny whispered, but the paladin’s face reddened even further. Shyly looking at Clyde, she obediently opened her little mouth, letting Jenny use a wicked small red ball to seal her ability to speak. After that, a black blindfold was put on her.

Seeing their Miss had already submitted, the other female knights also didn’t struggle, letting the other party dress them as slave commodities. Like this, they could safely leave Adelaide Kingdom. Even if the truth was exposed, in order to save his face and prestige, Earl Harrison would most likely choose to wipe out Alicia and the others to prevent them from divulging the dark secrets of this basement rather than allowing them to be slaves to another lord.

Now, Alicia was also betting everything. If Clyde chose to truly regard them as slave commodities and sell them, they also couldn’t complain. After all, Clyde had saved them. He had the right to decide their end fates. Although there were many prey imprisoned in this secret wicked basement of Hal, Clyde teleported all of them to his room via his teleportation magic array and then transferred them to those carriages prepared for him by Second Young Master Harriet.

Usually, transferring so many people would have alerted others, but the situation was rather peculiar tonight. In addition to the torrential rain that made it almost impossible to distinguish between sounds, the defending troops in Earl Harrison’s residence had all been transferred to the palace walls to fight. Even after the final female prisoner had been transferred out, Clyde’s stealing operation had not been discovered by the defending troops, and the process went quite smoothly.

“Master, all are secured. Should we destroy this place?”

“Jenny, you’ve worked hard. I will take care of this matter. You all should return to the room first and wait for me.”

Jenny and her assassin subordinates returned to Clyde’s exclusive room via the teleportation array. After they had left, Clyde looked at the empty basement with a bad smile. This place resembled a treasure-house ransacked by bandits and had been completely cleaned-up. Clyde destroyed the teleportation array. Then hiding in the shadows, he went to the flight of steps and got rid of the dark isolation barrier he had set up before. He planned to return through the normal entrance.

“Lord Asmode, why is my power is weakening? No, this can’t be true! The demonic contract between us still exists!”

Hal opened the basement entrance door and rushed down the stairs like a madman. He wanted to examine the circumstances of the basement. Smirking, Clyde let him through, and the two brushed past each other. However, Hal didn’t notice Clyde, this main culprit. When he reached the basement, he just saw an empty space; all the sacrificial offerings were gone.

As agreed upon with Clyde, ** Demon King Asmode had withdrawn the magical assistance that she had bestowed Hal. Through just that, Hal’s three-year plan of triggering an Undead Calamity had been foiled. In that Undead Calamity Ritual Magic Array, there were some fragments of the black iron crown which was the only remnants of the status of that Skeleton General Clyde had killed, so it was very easy to misunderstand this scene as the sacrificial offerings having been devoured by the undead demonic creatures that had been spontaneously summoned. After all, the resentment was very dense here, so this explanation was also the most reasonable.

“This fellow, he has already found new prey so quickly. His efficiency is too high. Why is he still acting as an Undead Shaman? Wouldn’t it be much better to become a slave trader? This truly is a waste of talent.”

In Hal’s room, Clyde saw several new preys. Although that mysterious isolation barrier Clyde had placed in that basement had prevented Hal from entering, this hadn’t affected his hunting activities. Merely, he had temporarily changed the location where he had stored his prey. Several beautiful ladies of illustrious and aristocratic families had been imprisoned in his bedroom. Their hands had been bound behind their backs with red ropes, and their white legs had also been similarly bound. In addition, they swung in the air. Their complexions were red because they had been hung upside down.

These ladies were lucky. In comparison the the previous scenes below, it was not a big deal to be hung upside-down naked. Mainly because Hal couldn’t enter the wicked basement, other than these red ropes, he had been unable to use any other wicked erotic props, so he had resorted to only local materials. Every last piece of cloth that he had obtained from these young ladies had been magically transformed into wicked restraining props.

The blindfolds of these ladies were the bras they had worn before. As for the cloth balls used to clog their little mouths, no matter how Clyde looked, they were clearly panties. He wondered if the undergarments used here had originally been their own. If they had been switched around the girls, the degree of wickedness would immediately multiply.

While Clyde was thinking about how to deal with these new prey, crazy laughter resounded along with Hal’s voice from the basement. That fellow still hadn’t admitted failure. Since he had bet everything, it was impossible to accept.

“There are still the shards of an imperial crown. I have not lost yet! The Human Race has a limit, so I will surpass the entire Human Race!”