The Way of a Demon Lord
chapter-217-30041322

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Adrian did not decelerate whatsoever. He grabbed Irene tighter.

"Don't let them see you." He said.

She complied and pinched the tip of her hood with the hand holding the magic crystal.

"Stop!" The grey haired old man in front of them shouted.

But Adrian did not pay him any heed and further increased his pace, taking the squad by surprise.

They readied themselves for battle, brandishing their weapons and manifesting magic circles of different colours.

The squadron chasing the duo were still hot on their trail.

When the pair was just a few meters away from the roadblock ahead, Adrian took a deep breath and jumped. He made a couple of steps on the side walls and got up a few meters into the air.

Irene used the hand pressing the magic sphere against her abdomen to snap her fingers.

A layer of ice coated the road. The chasing squad who were on the run had no chance whatsoever to brake.

*Neigh!*

The party of horsemen slid through the alleyway with all of their momentum. The ones blocking the road were taken by surprise as well, with no time to move out of the way.

*Neeeeigh!*

The trailing group crashed onto the other one with full force. High level circlers separated from their broken horses and soared into the air.

Only a couple of them were left unscathed. And one of them happened to be the youngest of the three old men. He kept cool and slid his horse past their own friendly blockade. He stabilised his horse and looked back at the roof of the small building.

Adrian landed soft on what looked like a shack. It was part of a greater estate, probably belonging to a Baron. But he did not pay any mind to the fact and jumped down on the other side, into the premise.

He ran past the shocked guards and hopped to the other side of the not-so-tall walls, getting into another alleyway.

He could sense two individuals trotting their way here, and one of them was a level 8.

If he ran at the opposite direction, they would be going back to where they come from- closer to the Citadel.

Neither did he have the strength to scuffle with a level 8.

He scanned the surroundings. Just adjacent to the residents he came from was a luxurious inn, on the opposite side of the wall.

He made up his mind.

There was an empty room on the second floor at their side of the wall. "See that window?" He gestured at it with his eyes.

She nodded.

"Grab it." He threw her into the air.

She held the base of the window, opened it and got in. Adrian jumped, used the wall a stepping stone and got in through the window as well. He closed it down.

"Did he spot us?" Irene said.

"I don't know. But I am sure this inn will be surrounded soon."

"Will we hide here?" She looked around. It was a dark bedroom.

"Nope." He shook his head. "The reinforcements from the Citadel will be soon here. We won't be able to do anything even if you get to your full strength."

"What shall we do then?" She did not show any sign of anxiety. Her face was expressionless as usual.

But she was not the only calm one in the room.

"Let's see." His senses we're still surrounding the area.

The old man was in front of the inn, still on his horse. The other horseman had entered the adjacent noble residence, probably to bring in reinforcements. The injured horses and circlers from the crash were limping into the scene as well.

"In a few minutes, the whole establishment will be surrounded." He said. "But I have a plan."

The room had only one window. If they got out through the same way, they would fall into the eyes sight of the injured cavalrymen. The only safe way was to jump from the exact opposite side, and to do that they had to go to the other corner room of the inn, which was occupied.

"Let's go."

He went to the wall opposite to the window. His palm touched the concrete wall. A black magic circle with a meter radius appeared on the wall with his palm at the centre.

A black liquid oozed out from the circle, and soon they covered a region of the wall and took the shape of a door.

Sizzling sound erupted as the dark fluids began to corrode the wall, and soon the potion of the wall disappeared along with the otherworldly material. Light illuminated the dark room.

There was a couple sleeping soundly on the bed.

"They would create a disturbance later." He tapped the black orb. A sabre-tooth like weapon flew out and landed on Adrian's hand. He handed it to Irene.

Irene kept the magic crystal in her pocket and took the knife. She ambled to the bed.

The man was snuggling the woman, just like how he did to her every night. But that did not make a dent in her face as tightened the grip on the base of the tooth and raised it high in the air.

Adrian who was observing, widened his eyes. He rushed to the scene. Just when the tip of the weapon was about to sink into the man's thorax, he grabbed her wrist. The edge of the sharp tooth was just a few millimetres away from the man's chest side.

"What are you doing?!" He whispered out a shout.

She looked into his eyes and blinked twice. "Killing him." She whispered.

"Yes, I can see that." He moved her hand away from the man.

"But why the lungs?" He pointed at the man's throat. "His throat is wide open."

She blinked again, her face all straight. "But didn't you say not to hit the target's vitals?"