NFBE Chapter 220 Kneel Down - S01E06
Chapter 220 Kneel Down - S01E06
Most of the sinners' skin burst open with a "rip" like waterlogged cardboard, or like a plastic ball that had been squeezed and ruptured.
Having lost all support, the empty shells collapsed limply to the ground, like pools of bloody, gruesome vomit.
With a series of fluttering sounds, countless souls, devoid of any right to refuse, emerged from those skins and drifted from the streets and alleys into the palms of the sinners of the East.
Under the Dragon Girl's indifferent gaze, the earth suddenly seemed to be given life, swirling up mud and sand.
With the sound of bricks and stones being crushed and shattered, the street, completely soaked in blood, began to gather at her feet, carrying the clothes, skin, bones, and broken entrails of the sinners—
Until it becomes a cruel and terrifying high wall.
The wall was inlaid with white bones, with countless heads hanging from it; the crushed flesh squeezed out large amounts of blood like a swollen sponge, then dyed the entire wall a glaring scarlet.
The dragon girl, standing at the top, leisurely placed one hand behind her back, while in the other hand she held a strange orb of light composed of nearly a thousand souls.
She looked down on all living beings, coldly watching the slender male sinner standing on the other side of the high wall.
He witnessed the entire show as if he were a special guest.
...He was left until the very end, like a bright red strawberry on a plate.
The man tied his long, light blue hair behind his head; his ear was a fish fin, and behind him was a tail that looked at a fish belonging to the Elasmobranchia subclass.
The male criminal wore a well-tailored, high-quality dark blue suit, and his heavily wrinkled scarf was adorned with a dazzling and expensive blue cat's-eye stone.
Judging from his attire, the male demon who had been singled out by the Eastern Sinner looked more like a well-maintained young master from a wealthy family than an ordinary sinner.
Do you like our culture?
"It seems like the West has never done anything like a mound of corpses."
Under the other party's slightly frightened gaze, the Eastern Sinner smiled and started the conversation as if discussing the nice weather.
She stood there, occasionally tapping her palm with the bone fan in her hand, her expression carrying a faint hint of helplessness.
This made her quite similar to the kind of elder who sees the neighbor's child doing something wrong.
"...You crazy woman! Look what the hell you've done!...You've ruined everything!"
Colvin, who doesn't usually swear, seemed to have forgotten about his elegant and dignified image at this moment.
He frantically spread his hands toward the Eastern sinner opposite him, his bloodshot eyes wide with rage.
"Didn't you think about the consequences of your actions?! You just wait! You'll regret this!"
Whether out of fear or anger, the frail male demon stood there, trembling violently.
He bared his sharp teeth at the dragon girl before him like a kitten hissing at people in a cardboard box on a street corner; his expensive silver-rimmed glasses were now askew, as if he had been punched in the face earlier.
……
Even when he swears, the seemingly weak and uncouth young master is feeble and powerless.
Faced with Corvén's seemingly broken-down shouting, and perhaps because she thought it was wishful thinking for him to think she could make a comeback, the dragon girl, who was standing still, suddenly laughed without warning.
She casually snapped her fingers in the air, and everything around her immediately stopped moving, like servants obeying a command.
"...?"
Korvien's eyes widened as he instantly realized that the female demon in front of him had stopped time around her.
But before he could speak, he heard the graceful and beautiful woman opposite him speak to him in a casual tone:
"OK?"
"I'd like to see... whether your knees and dignity are as hard as your mouth."
Before the Eastern Sinner could finish speaking, she playfully twirled the bone fan in her hand; when she finished, the sharp and beautiful back of the bone fan stopped right next to the female demon's golden eyes.
"Kneel down."
(Get down on your knees)
She threw those words at him briefly and arrogantly.
The instant those words reached Colvin's ears, he had intended to hurl some insults at her.
But soon, an irresistible force suddenly struck his knee; at the same time, he felt as if two invisible hands had suddenly pressed down on his shoulders.
With a "thud," the once-glorious young master collapsed to his knees on the ground without any room to maneuver.
He supported himself on the ground with both hands in disbelief.
Only in this way could he avoid falling completely over.
High walls of flesh and heads rise between buildings like some kind of trophy.
The protruding, broken bone spikes on the top of the wall stung Colvin's hands.
His hands were born to write; they were slender, long, and fair, and could not withstand the slightest grievance.
He's the one who sits behind the scenes issuing orders; he shouldn't go onto the battlefield like those rude idiots, completely unprepared.
Colvin thought this with resentment and bitterness.
The chain on the male demon's silver-rimmed glasses dangled from the edge of his ear fin, as delicate as a strand of mercury that would break at the slightest touch.
Faced with the Eastern sinner's words to "kneel down," Corvian, who had only felt fear after what had just happened, was now filled with humiliation; after all, ever since he had declared that he would become the lord of sinners, he had always been the winner... but now, he was like a stray dog, unable to even raise his head.
In Colvin's memory, all his failures stemmed from the nameless woman before him.
……
However, before Corvén could conjure up a vicious revenge in his mind, the sound of high heels clattering on an object rang out again at just the right moment, as if it knew that his thoughts had progressed to this point.
"Tap, tap."
"Tap, tap"
The slow, light, crisp sound was like death itself approaching.
A cold, metallic claw cradled his chin and then slowly lifted it upwards.
It was a slow, forceful movement, yet it carried a silent but undeniable power.
A metallic sheen of black scales flashed in his peripheral vision, and blood trembled like a stream between her fingers before gently and wetly embracing the male demon's beautiful, delicate jawline.
Only then did Corvén see the killing machine-like female demon and make out her face.
The woman with an Eastern face smiled, her golden eyes narrowing into two slender scimitars, carrying an unconscious air of intimidation and malice.
"Now, talk."
She gave this command.
Her voice was low and gentle, but inside it was a deep and stern tone, like that of someone training a dog; just as she wanted to hear Colvin say "woof" instead of normal human speech.
...But Colvin couldn't utter a word.
He didn't know what the complex emotions that were deeply engulfing him were. Despite being well-read, Colvin thought it was a deeper, more profound fear, one that he didn't know how to describe.
That was indeed a very beautiful Eastern face.
She was almost entirely dressed in black and white. The demones' golden eyes peeked out eerily, like the only bright spot in an old film; as she moved, occasionally a glimpse of red would appear from beneath her clothing—
With a chilling aura, it flicked its tongue like a snake.
"What's wrong... darling?"
She asked him this in a very slow, almost breathy tone, with a hint of amusement, as if she were toying with a bloodied prey in her palm.
"I think your idea is brilliant!"
"But do you really think... the Little Devil gang can melt down that gold and pour it into buildings themselves?"
"How can you be sure that there really wasn't any gold in the building that burned down back then?"
She posed her question in a playful and leisurely manner.
Finally, the beautiful Eastern woman looked down at him with a pained expression, her gaze filled with affection; she bent another finger and casually pointed to her temple.
"Think about it, child."
The dragon girl curled the corners of her lips into a smile.
The smile that usually appeared gentle or pitying now seemed to be tinged with a chilling coldness.
The smile was clearly reflected in Colvin's lens; but he felt as if something... was wetly licking his eardrum with a cold, sticky tongue.
"But you should know that in a game, the person who gets anxious first will lose."
"...Unfortunately, I have plenty of time and the mood now."
The female demon, who was holding his chin, spoke in a light and cheerful voice, and she even rolled her eyes playfully into the air.
"But now, because of your small oversight and impatience, both the one who made the first move and the one who lost are 'this person'."
"So what should you do when you see 'this person' again?"
"...Are you still alive?"
……
The words spoken by the Eastern Sinner at this moment, full of profound meaning, would probably only be described as incomprehensible to others.
But when these words reached Colvin's ears, he was immediately struck by a thunderbolt.
As if he had been whipped hard on the back, he straightened his back; but the young master's handsome face, which had seemed to have suffered a great humiliation, suddenly turned much paler.
"..."
"What...what are you talking about?"
Who are you talking about?
The male sinner, whose eyes darted around in a moment of panic, needed to use all his strength to make his kneeling figure before the dragon girl look less wretched.
However, unfortunately, in ■■■'s eyes, Corvén's arrogance and show of power could only be described as ungrateful at this moment.
As a result, the smile on the face of the Eastern Sinner widened even further.
With a sinister and eerie smile, the dragon girl slowly leaned down, staring into the other's pupils, which trembled violently along with his body, and spoke:
"What beautiful eyes! Up close, they're actually cobalt blue."
"But it's a pity..."
"See, this is why you failed; you couldn't even keep your temper in check."
■■■ said this in a nonchalant tone, but the pressure on the other person's chin increased.
“However… I don’t think this is entirely your fault. If you still have the chance, you should recruit some smart kids, or train them more.” The dragon girl squinted, tilting her head in confusion like a canine.
"How do you think an ordinary sinner like you can get involved with the Grim Reapers? Hmm? Death God Dust?"
"Also, when your subordinates were making 3V take the blame without thinking, I felt that you were beyond redemption."
At this point, the Eastern sinner, whose words carried a hint of disdain, toyed with the bone fan in his other hand.
Her words went straight to the point, and her golden eyes flashed with contempt for fools.
"...And what are you trying to prove to the person behind you by ordering the kidnapping of nobles?"
Perhaps because she felt this was a terrible move, ■■■'s eyebrow twitched with regret and disdain.
Upon hearing what the dragon girl said, Corvian's eyes widened instantly.
His expression, like that of a character in a painting, silently conveyed the question, "How do you know these things?"
...But ■■■ just found the other person's expression and reaction amusing, so she couldn't help but say a few more words.
"You know what? For someone like you, the most important thing is to buy a smartwatch."
"Open the settings and select 'When your heart rate is less than five beats per minute, deduct the balance from your account and send you directly to the crematorium.'"
The venomous and sarcastic dragon girl suddenly opened her fan to cover half her face, her golden eyes staring unblinkingly at Corvin in front of her.
"Because when you die, apart from the digital watch on your wrist, no one will care whether you live or die."
A few short, mocking laughs came from behind the fan.
"You see, some people are just as insignificant as you."
"Like a rat that gets kicked away by a passerby."
"I thought someone would come to rescue me, but all I got was a delivery driver who deliberately turned back and stomped on my head twice."
"...But at least your death will make others laugh."
"Your miserable situation may be filmed as a short video and circulated online forever. If it goes viral, thousands of comments will be full of ridicule and mockery."
"If there is no splash, then your pathetic life will sink to the bottom."
"So, do you think my summary is comprehensive?"