Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 219 I have no obligation to educate anyone - S01E06

It was still not far from the burned-down apartment.

But right now, probably no one understands when this place suddenly became a battlefield.

The blood of the sinners spread outwards from a female demon, spreading wildly across the ground.

The instigator stood unhurriedly on the small mountain of corpses; she would casually kill anyone who dared to approach her.

She looked down at the sinners rushing towards her from her high position.

When she went on a killing spree, the Dragon Girl's eyes were nothing more than gold melted by the cold fire.

The female demon's actions didn't actually involve anything too fancy; in the eyes of others, they were mostly just about killing someone with a single blow.

But precisely because she enjoyed beheading sinners, those heads that flew off the bodies would eventually retain a small fragment of consciousness: from disdain to terror.

Those brief bursts of information will linger obediently for a few seconds in the already chilling brain—

It's really well hidden, but it's a surprisingly wicked sense of humor.

Alastor stood inside the circle, thinking this with a slight surprise.

Now is not the time to leave this circle—but for the Sinner Lord, such a choice is not out of fear, but out of respect as a spectator.

Although the following sentence was somewhat sarcastic, Wendigo really enjoyed watching ■■■ fight.

The sinner from the East held a pure white sword of a completely different design.

Because so many foolish demons had been killed, the blood mist spread and permeated the surrounding area; although it was a brightly lit street, the thick, pungent smell of blood lingered and lingered throughout the space.

Most of the criminals killed by [unspecified entity] could not utter a scream. Thus, what floated in the blood-red sky of the Arrogant Ring were mostly the angry shouts and laughable self-encouraging roars of the survivors.

Large swaths of blood slowly emerged from beneath the mountain of corpses, forming a crimson arc, like a riverbed that had just been breached.

Despite the fact that killing should have been as easy as chopping vegetables for her, her nimble movements somehow carried an unusual elegance.

Although she drew her gun, the Dragon Girl mostly used her sword, except when dealing with unexpected enemies; and ■■■ had also told him that she only used her sword in specific situations.

Her sword is unstained with blood.

When the blood stains the sword, she will gently furrow her brow and wipe it clean from head to toe with her black-scaled hands, as if brushing away dust.

The scattered bloodstains seemed to her merely medals of victory, leaving a few beautiful, petal-like marks on the hem of her robe; this made the usually aloof and cold-blooded woman appear considerably more radiant.

Surprisingly, she wore a pair of pure white high heels with metal toes during today's battle.

She moved through the demon horde like a dancer, and wherever she went, there were fools who couldn't react in time and had already started killing themselves.

The crisp, rhythmic tapping of the heels on the ground was like a pause in a beautiful dance.

Perhaps because the Dragon Girl simply swept through the crowd like a perfect killing machine from beginning to end, most of the sinners seemed to think that she was only good at fighting and couldn't last long.

But Alastor had also thought that these guys were only rushing forward to die because this Eastern woman was too beautiful.

However, the CEO certainly knew that his partner was nothing more than a giant dog stretching lazily in the sun and blood.

She could have easily dealt with these pathetic fellows in an instant, but instead, she chose to use the least efficient melee weapon to break into the battlefield.

Aside from believing that ■■■ was simply playing a "life-or-death game" with the sinners for fun, Alastor couldn't think of any other possibility.

The scarlet sinner lord stood there, leaning on his cane, his heart filled with emotion.

After the number of people had been reduced by nearly half, Dongfang Zui suddenly kicked one of them in the head and lazily complained with his handsome, serene Eastern face: "Hey, kid, you only have a few decent men under your command. Killing the others is less difficult than sweeping dust from my company."

Unfortunately, after she said that, the person she "unintentionally" mentioned did not seem to show up.

Aside from those sinners who still stubbornly insist on sleeping with her, the idiots who keep rushing towards her with weapons, and the morons who shoot at her with long-range weapons...

“…Sigh.” She sighed.

As if she was bored, the dragon girl suddenly and silently put away her sword.

"Sorry, I've suddenly lost all interest."

After making a brief closing gesture, ■■■ said this indifferently while reaching out to carefully wipe away the bloodstains on her clothes.

This obsessive-compulsive behavior added a touch of morbid neuroticism to the otherwise pure and elegant female demon.

"It's like recruiting an ungrateful villain into your ranks and making them work for you... or persuading them to surrender and then becoming friends with them."

The Eastern sinner kept saying this.

"...Ah, I'm pretty much tired of it."

"That's it for now."

She raised her head, looking intently at the crowd and the end of the street.

The place was crowded with people; although the sinners were deliberately arranged in a way that was both dense and sparse, they were still surrounded by layers upon layers of people.

"Aren't you going to come out and confront me? Don't you think you've been fighting me for a long time and still consider me a cunning fool?"

The female demon leaped nimbly from the pile of corpses, her long tail coiling into bizarrely shaped corpses of the sinners who dared to challenge her.

Unfortunately, even after she said those words, Colvin still didn't peek out from under her gaze, as if he didn't believe he had been found.

Upon seeing this, a hint of unspeakable disappointment flashed in the eyes of the Eastern Sinner.

Facing the watchful, hateful, malicious, and contemptuous gazes of the other sinners, ■■■ lowered her long eyelashes indifferently; half a shadow fell on her lower eyelids, like a palm tree against pale sand.

"Ho."

"...It has been proven that no one in the world has an obligation to educate others."

"I am the same."

“I have never advocated violence and killing, after all, these things would ruin my chessboard aesthetics.”

She spoke slowly as she paced back and forth.

The female demon's hands, covered in black scales, were now casually spinning and playing with a porcelain folding bone fan that had appeared out of nowhere.

"But I do agree that pain is the most effective form of education—especially education that only requires a life that fears and submits to me."

■■■ finished speaking.

She curved her golden eyes, pressed the pale bone fan to her lips, and then slowly raised her right hand from bottom to top.

As the Eastern Sinner moved, the voices that had just been mocking her gradually transformed from doubt into terrified screams.

It began with the sinners' foolish, sudden syllables, then turned into fragmented cries and sobs torn to pieces.

The chilling, soul-shaking sounds of fine, tearing muscles eventually coalesced into a clearly audible noise.

It seems the demons haven't yet realized what the sinner from the East has done.

The criminals who had been running towards the ■■■ suddenly stopped in their tracks, their expressions shifting from confusion to shock, and finally to terror.

The demons' faces swelled up unnaturally, along with the slow movements of the Eastern sinners, like balloons being blown up to their limit.

Blue veins and purplish-red blood vessels bulged on the faces of the sinners, like an evil fetus conceived by a strange plant.

Gradually, the eyeballs of all the sinners present began to bulge out, and the eyes of the demon even flew off like soda bottle caps.

The screams of numerous sinners merged together, eventually becoming a deafening wail. But in the end, these chilling screams all froze into a chaotic and terrifying groan.

The demons scratched their faces desperately, but their skin, already thin as a cicada's wing, was stretched to its limit. With a few scratches, their heads, which were already as large as giant babies, became hideous and grotesque.

Large amounts of flesh and blood gushed from their scratched wounds, like ruptured livers, bursting out of the translucent white membrane with a "pop," like dying worms escaping from their broken nest.

"Click."

When ■■■ raised her half-curled hand to its highest point, several sounds, like butterflies emerging from their cocoons, heralded the end of everything—

All that could be seen was the bones and flesh of all the sinners present being forcibly pulled out of their skin by an unseen force.