Chapter 470: Revenge (Part 1)

Who would have thought that the meeting, which had seemed extremely difficult after many twists and turns, would end in such an atmosphere? It was truly thought-provoking! No one expected it to end this way.
At the same time, the group also sighed slightly at the living conditions of these small clans. Their existence was indeed incredibly difficult; they had to be extremely cautious at every step, otherwise, they might face destruction. Take that prince, for example—his impatience led to such consequences. Who could have predicted it? If he knew the outcome now, he would likely die in regret.
The subsequent matters became much simpler. After reaching an agreement on the major issues, they discussed some minor details—mainly regarding the return of the vampires and werewolves.
The vampires and werewolves decided on who would stay, while the rest would gradually retreat to the Source of Darkness over the next few days. The Wolf King sent a wolf lord to lead them back, ensuring they wouldn’t suffer attacks or oppression there. On the other hand, several clans in the Source of Darkness were to send representatives to accept the rule of the Dark Principality.
As for the clan led by the slain prince, it was decided to let the vampires handle it themselves by selecting a new prince. It wasn’t hard to find a god-tier strongman among them. Many would likely be eager to seize this unexpected opportunity.
After finalizing these arrangements, everyone breathed a sigh of relief. With this matter resolved, only one thing remained: negotiations. As for negotiations, Rod and the others weren’t worried—perhaps even easier than subduing the vampires and werewolves.
After all, the continent wasn’t as unified as everyone thought. Hidden currents surged beneath the surface, and those involved knew better than anyone what was really going on. On the surface, they seemed to be in a life-or-death struggle with the Dark Principality, but in reality, they were mutually protecting each other. Otherwise, how could the small Dark Principality remain standing in today’s continent? As for the Light Church? It was nothing but a facade, a bunch of charlatans. If they truly believed in anything, it should be Rod!
Thinking of this, Rod found it amusing. Back then, he seemed to be the one the Light Church pursued with all its might. Now, he had become a God King, and even their gods would have to submit to his rule. He wondered what expressions and reactions those guys would show when they saw him.

At this moment, Rod was probably even imagining the scene when those guys saw him—quite intriguing. Back then, he had made this church hunt him relentlessly; now, it was time for them to pay back some of that debt.

After settling matters with the werewolves and vampires, everyone got some respite. The prosperity of Qiushuicheng was evident to all, especially after enjoying themselves in the border areas earlier. Naturally, they were full of curiosity, so that very day they eagerly set out to explore the city’s nightlife. Under the leadership of Lilith and Lucy, even the Wolf King and others joined in, which was somewhat amusing.

After learning how valuable the Magical Core was on the continent, these people began to cherish it and demanded a large sum of money from the vampires. These guys could definitely be considered wealthy—thousands of years of accumulation had allowed them to amass countless treasures! So, it wasn’t unreasonable for them to make such demands.

Seeing those guys squirm in discomfort, Rod couldn’t help but laugh and cry at the same time. How had this group of people turned into bandits? It seemed absurd. After all, each of them had been a dominant force within the Source of Darkness, and even on a global scale, they were all powerful warriors. To see them adopting such bandit-like behavior was somewhat embarrassing.

If others found out about this, it would surely shock many people.

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As for Rod and Nightingale, they still had tasks to complete, so they didn’t join in.

In the dead of night, while everyone was still indulging in the bustling night scenes of the continent, Rod and Nightingale headed toward the outskirts of Qiushuicheng. Their expressions were cold at the moment. Their pitch-black nightwear made them appear mysterious and icy, like true assassins.

With their current speed, they arrived at their destination in no time—a seemingly luxurious mansion. After sneaking in and following the information Rod had gathered, they soon reached a small courtyard. To Nightingale’s surprise, she encountered members of Jim’s Reaper Scythe Squad there. Only then did she realize that Rod had sent these people ahead to prepare things for her. Thinking of this, she felt a mix of embarrassment and warmth, and a happy smile appeared on her lips—it was the first time she had smiled in days.

Seeing Nightingale, Jim and the others were clearly excited as well. They had worried a great deal about her before, and her recovery was surely a cause for joy for everyone!
“How is the situation?” Rod asked in a low voice, looking at Jim. Since they were in someone else’s manor, they certainly wouldn’t be foolish enough to make noise—that would be asking for trouble.
Nightingale regained her cold expression. She knew all too well what this night meant—she was about to meet that familiar face, which made her nervous. She really hoped Rod’s words were false, but she couldn’t find enough reason to convince herself. Now, she could only hope that upon meeting that person, she’d find him not to be who she imagined. Otherwise, she truly didn’t know how to face it—would she really have to kill him?
At that moment, Nightingale’s expression appeared somewhat anxious.
“He’s inside!” Hearing Rod’s words, Jim replied quickly, “I’ve been watching him for days. He’s right in the room now—can’t escape!” As he spoke, Jim gave a suggestive look.
“Just him and a little whore. I bet that kid is still moving around in that bitch’s belly!” Sel said jokingly beside him.
Hearing these words, Nightingale’s gaze grew even colder, even carrying a hint of murderous intent that sent chills through everyone. Feeling this aura, the others were surprised—this was the first time they’d seen Nightingale like this. Especially Jim and the other members of the Reaper Scythe Squad, who weren’t aware of the details, were truly shocked by her demeanor.
“I’ll handle it myself!” Turning to Rod, Nightingale said in a firm tone, her words leaving no room for argument.
Back then, her strength had been roughly on par with his. After years of hard training, she had reached the divine realm, while he was still stuck at the sacred level at most. Nightingale didn’t need help, nor did she want it. She wanted to avenge herself alone—she didn’t want Rod to get involved. These words were actually meant for Rod. She wanted to resolve this grudge on her own.
Hearing Nightingale’s words, Rod pondered for a moment before nodding at her. If she insisted on it, he would let her do it—otherwise, she wouldn’t be satisfied. Rod understood her personality.
He gave a glance to Jim and the others beside him: “Take us there!”
Led by Jim and Sel, the four of them sneaked up to outside that room in the quiet of the night. The lights inside were still on, and faint noises could be heard.

The next moment, the group felt a bit awkward as voices filled the air—voices so loud they made people’s faces turn red. To their surprise, there were two voices: one male and one female! Jim, who had experience in such matters, couldn’t help but laugh. Usually, it was only women who cried out like that, but this guy’s cries were even louder than a woman’s. It seemed the “battle” was indeed fierce.

It was easy to imagine what was happening inside. Likely, as Thiel had said, that guy was frantically “plowing” that little bitch’s belly. Lost in his pleasures, he probably never imagined that danger was closing in on him step by step—his life was now on a countdown.

Only Nightingale remained completely unfazed by what was happening inside. Her expression remained cold, filled with icy murderous intent. Seeing her like this, Rod grew worried. He only hoped that after this incident and after taking revenge, she could forget about it.

“Go!” Taking a deep breath, Rod ordered the people around him.

Hearing Rod’s words, they immediately became excited. They stepped forward and kicked the door open.

“Boom…” Just as the noises inside reached their peak, they kicked the door open with force, causing a loud crash.

What appeared before their eyes was nothing short of a pornographic scene—a man and a woman naked, engaged in humanity’s most primal act. The woman was on top, and the position seemed decent. Unfortunately, the man lay limp beneath her, his body twisting wildly. Now it made sense why he had been screaming like a pig earlier.

The sudden scene surely shocked them greatly. If they hadn’t known the man was about to die, they might have even worried about him—whether this shock could cause him to lose his ability to perform sexually in the future.

“Damn you, who are you?” Hearing the noise, the weak man on the bed suddenly jumped up, throwing the woman aside and quickly covering himself with the blanket as he shouted loudly.

“Do you still remember me?” Nightingale removed her mask and stared coldly at the man. As for the woman, she didn’t even glance at her, let alone pay attention to her furious screams. Her gaze remained fixed on the man. After seeing the truth, her heart sank—yes, it was him! Though unwilling, Nightingale had to accept this fact.