Chapter 485: Chapter 485: Massacre (2)

"Hahaha! Today’s loot is truly extraordinary! I even got two very beautiful young women. I can’t wait to play with them tonight."

"Damn! You’re really lucky, buddy! I only got five bags with five thousand gold coins."

"Tsk! What the hell are you guys doing? Are you competing to see who’s more arrogant?"

In a city near the border, thousands of soldiers laughed and chatted boisterously.

The entire city looked deserted, with only the soldiers remaining. In truth, it was large enough to accommodate ten to thirty thousand people.

However, because of these soldiers, all the residents had been captured and enslaved—either as laborers or as sex slaves.

To ordinary people, this was cruel and immoral. To the soldiers, it was simply normal.

The victors took everything, while the losers were nothing more than cowards waiting to be executed.

Floating in the sky, Cassiopeia and Draco stared at the scene with cold eyes.

"They’re truly disgusting," Draco said flatly.

Although he was cruel, he would never do what those soldiers had done.

Killing the men and enslaving the women was something only demons used to do in the past.

Cassiopeia nodded slightly but said nothing.

"Have you saved the people inside?"

"Yes. You can start."

After saying that, Cassiopeia slowly walked away from him.

Draco took a deep breath. Then he brought his palms together and shouted, "Fire Portal... open!"

Buzz!

A portal stretching two kilometers across appeared. From within it, an enormous dragon’s head emerged, releasing a deafening roar.

The soldiers below, who had been busy celebrating their victory, were stunned by the sudden appearance of the dragon’s head.

Their eyes widened, and their breathing grew ragged.

"What... what is that!?" one of them cried out in a trembling voice.

"It’s a dragon’s head! A monster! Run!" another shouted, instantly snapping everyone out of their shock.

In an instant, they scattered like a swarm of frightened ants.

Unfortunately, their fate had already been sealed—death.

The massive dragon’s head opened its mouth, and a sphere of intense heat formed between its jaws.

The fireball spun violently before shooting downward at a speed the eye could not follow.

Boom!

The entire city was transformed into a terrifying sea of fire.

Within a two-kilometer radius, the snow melted away, revealing soil that had long been buried beneath eternal snow.

Everyone inside was burned alive. Strangely, the flames did not kill them instantly but consumed them slowly and relentlessly.

Draco watched the massacre from the sky without the slightest hint of mercy.

For evil humans like them, mercy did not exist.

"Let’s go to another city. There are still three left," Cassiopeia’s voice came from beside him.

Draco nodded, and the two of them vanished from the spot.

The massacre continued. The three remaining cities, each housing thousands to tens of thousands of soldiers from the Kingdoms of Baldum and Korovtar, were completely annihilated.

Of course, Cassiopeia had carried out rescue operations beforehand, ensuring that the surviving inhabitants were saved.

The entire process took a full day, and the two of them only returned to the inn the following day.

In the inn’s lobby, Nolan was reading a book while sipping his morning coffee.

When he saw them appear, he smiled faintly and asked, "How did your work go? Is it finished?"

Sharon, who was sitting beside him, looked at them with curiosity.

"We’re done, Your Highness," Cassiopeia replied respectfully. "A total of five cities had been taken over by soldiers from various kingdoms. We rescued the people they had detained and asked for help from twenty other cities to take them in."

If not for helping those people, she and Draco would have finished everything in just two hours.

"Good!" Nolan nodded in satisfaction. "You’ve done an excellent job. Go rest in your rooms first. Tomorrow, we’ll go to the royal palace to meet Glarvic. I’ve already contacted Halmar to pick us up in the morning."

Cassiopeia and Draco nodded. After exchanging a few more words, they went upstairs to rest.

It would be a lie to say they weren’t tired, especially after using so much high-level magic to wipe out the enemy soldiers.

"Oh, right. I almost forgot to tell you something, Prince Nolan." Cassiopeia stopped and turned back to him. "We successfully defeated the white dragon. We left its body at the scene. It can be used as proof that we killed it."

"I understand. Thank you for your hard work," Nolan said softly.

Cassiopeia nodded, then walked up the stairs and disappeared from view.

Sharon turned to Nolan and asked, "My dear brother, may I see the dragon’s body?"

Nolan glanced at her. "What for?"

"Nothing in particular. I just want to keep it as a memento," she replied casually while sipping her tea.

However, Nolan didn’t believe her. He stared at her intently, making Sharon feel embarrassed.

"Ahem! Fine. I want to show it to my master and my friends at the academy. Is that okay?"

She looked at him with hopeful eyes.

Nolan reached into his pocket and handed her a picture.

Sharon was confused but didn’t ask any questions and took it.

When she saw what was in the picture, her eyes widened.

"Wait... is this the dragon!?" she exclaimed in surprise.

The image showed the white dragon in a pitiful state.

Blood flowed from its body, and both of its horns were broken.

"Yes, that’s the dragon. Are you satisfied?"

Sharon fell silent for a moment, then nodded in satisfaction.

"I’m very satisfied! But..."

Her gaze turned suspicious as she asked, "How did you get this?"

"From Cassiopeia just now. Didn’t you see that?" Nolan blinked innocently.

Sharon frowned, looking doubtful. "I... didn’t see it."

Nolan only smiled and said nothing more.

Sharon wanted to ask further, but she didn’t know how to press the matter.

In the end, she swallowed her doubts and stared at the image of the white dragon in her hand with excitement.

...

The next morning, Nolan, Sharon, Cassiopeia, and Draco were picked up by Halmar.

The four of them entered a large horse-drawn carriage that could accommodate up to six people.

"Prince Nolan and Princess Sharon, I’m very happy to see you again," Halmar said with a sincere smile. "Did you know that over the past few days, His Majesty has been extremely firm and fierce? Many ministers have been dismissed and replaced with new ones. Not to mention, he has implemented very strict budget efficiency measures. Many people are dissatisfied with his movements, but in my opinion, these steps are very appropriate."

Hearing this, they exchanged meaningful glances.

Nolan smiled faintly and whispered, ’It seems Glarvic has risen from his slump. That’s very good...’