Strongest Mage with the Lust system

Chapter 742  Killing Intent

[We have no other choice.] There was a hint of helplessness in her tone. She then shifted her gaze away from Azaroth to Max relaxing in the center of the battlefield. [We need to kill these variables if we want to survive, and we have to do it before their reinforcements from the Central Plains arrive.]

[Alright. Let's ask them then.] Vigil nodded, prompting Luen to ask, [Are you not going to ask that blockhead, Yshoy?]

[I already have, and he has agreed.] Vigil nodded.

Luen looked at him, an impressed glint in her eyes.

Vigil just smiled when he noticed this. Although Yshoy had a short fuse, he was by no means stupid. So, he also knew he had no choice but to agree; otherwise, his people would just die in vain. Worse, his entire tribe might be annihilated or be reduced to slaves.

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Time passed, and for the next half an hour, Max continued compressing the Death Energy. He was about to succeed in turning a significant portion of it into the solid state when he felt a hostile gaze, full of killing intent and intense hatred, land on him.

'Hmm?' Though it disappeared almost instantly, he felt very uncomfortable. He tried to focus on compressing the Death Energy again but couldn't, which made his expression dark.

'What the fuck is wrong with these bloodlines? Why are they always affecting my emotions?' He thought, annoyed. If not for his Garfield Bloodline affecting him and making him feel as though he was a supreme being who could not be insulted, slighted, or even spoken to rudely, let alone being subjected to a such hatred filled killing intent, he would have just ignored it and would have continued doing what he was doing. However, now he wasn't able to focus at all and just wanted to find this person and kill him.

'Did Emily also suffer from this?' He thought back to the few days before she awakened her bloodline and realized that apart from her emotions that had become messy, she didn't exhibit any other abnormality in her behavior.

'My damn luck!' He clicked his tongue in irritation.

If he knew about the Imperial Bloodline, or even a little more about the bloodlines in general, he would have realized why Emily didn't have such strong behavioral changes like him.

A moment later, he opened his eyes and looked in the direction he felt the killing intent came from.

Leo had already noticed his expression becoming unpleasant, but because he still had his eyes closed, he thought there might be something wrong with his cultivation that made him react like that. Nôv(el)B\\jnn

However, seeing him open his eyes and look away as though he was searching for someone, he realized the problem was something else and asked.

"Is something wrong, Sir Overlord?"

Max didn't answer and instead said, "I'll be back in a while."

Swoosh!

Saying this, he stood up and rushed away.

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Swoosh!

Noticing Max coming their way, the demons abandoned their battles and fled while human mages looked at him in excitement.

'He is going to continue the slaughter.'

However, when they saw him stop, close his eyes before moving away, ignoring the fleeing demons and even the ones who didn't flee because of their pride, they frowned.

'What is he doing?'

While the crowd was confused by his actions, and Max was searching for the person to whom the killing intent belonged, the said person was a mile away from him, looking at him with an emotionless expression.

"Kingslayer? Heh! Just wait, you plebeian. I'll give you a life worse than death." Muttering this, he touched his chest where the wound was yet to heal, his expression darkening in rage. Then, he turned around and flew in the direction of the War Temple.

This man was none other than Oliver. When he had recovered enough and left the underground cave, he ran into a group of early-stage Four Star demons, and from them, he found out he wasn't far from the battlefield and that the war temple was already established there.

Since his injuries hadn't healed completely because of the very difficult-to-remove pinkish energy from his body, he decided to go to the battlefield, get a merit plate, and kill some demons to gain enough merits to buy better healing medicine.

He had just arrived a while ago, and while scanning the battlefield to assess the situation, he found Max sitting in the center of the battlefield, relaxing. Immediately, he lost control of his emotions ad wanted to rush over and kill him. But then he picked up the conversations about him and realized he had become a lot stronger than before. Although he didn't want to believe it, when he heard the same from several people and saw hundreds of corpses of Five Star demons, from early stage or peak, he had no choice but to accept he was no longer Max's match, especially when he had yet to recover completely.

Then he heard reinforcements from the central plains were going to arrive and became excited because the chances were high that the people from the Ice Sovereign Mountain would also come. At that time, provided Max didn't die until then, he would be able to exact his revenge even if Max had become stronger than him.

At that moment, he had unconsciously revealed his murderous intent, but realizing his mistake, he immediately escaped.

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A few seconds after he started looking around, he noticed the Seidel family's group, and his eyes narrowed, 'Was it them?'

He was about to rush over and kill them but suddenly felt the person he was looking for wasn't from their group and stopped.

'If it wasn't them or the demons, who else could it be?' He furrowed his brows in thought. 'It isn't Count Wiley or someone from the Arasia and Dalton family since they are fighting somewhere else.'

The reason he was sure the killing intent didn't belong to a demon was because until now, he had felt thousands of demons' killing intents, but none of them were filled with hatred even though he had slaughtered so many of them.

Realizing, unless this person showed himself, he wouldn't be able to find out who it was, he rubbed his forehead in frustration before his gaze flickered.

'Since I can't kill him, I shall kill someone else to calm my urges.'

Swoosh!