Chapter 2: New Century (Epilogue)
Chapter 218: Annihilation
The priest remained still, gripping the scepter in his hand tightly.
Narid, seated on the Dragon Beast’s back, believed the priest had given up resisting.
He no longer cared about anything now.
Anyone who stood in his way would die; he would simply crush them all along the way.
Just as the knight’s spear was about to pierce the priest, the silent and unmoving priest finally moved, and it was the scepter in his hand.
The ordinary metal scepter was suddenly wrapped in lightning, and with rumbling thunder, it gradually transformed into the shape of a giant hammer.
With the priest’s movement, the colossal hammer swung in a full circle, striking the spear with a “bang.”
Immense force was transmitted along the spear to Narid’s hand.
He only felt a piercing pain in his palm.
The spear flew out of his hand, and he didn’t know where it went.
It had even taken a layer of skin from his palm.
“Is this thing a priest?”
This was the fleeting thought in Narid’s mind.
In the next moment, another giant lightning hammer swung down, but this time, it struck the Dragon Beast, which was galloping furiously beneath Narid.
“Boom!” The sound of thunder roared alongside the boom of the swinging hammer.
The seemingly invincible Dragon Beast let out a pained cry, its body sent flying, crashing into a nearby mud house with Narid on its back.
In the past, Narid had always been proud of owning a mighty Dragon Beast. It was only today, when he was pinned beneath his own Dragon Beast and unable to move, that he finally felt a hint of regret.
The Dragon Beast could not stand up.
Although not dead, its chest bore a large hole from the lightning hammer. No blood flowed out because the flesh near the wound had been scorched and cooked by the violent lightning, its ribs were completely broken, and one of its forelimbs was smashed to pieces.
The priests, holding their scepters, gradually approached the entangled beast and man lying on the ground. Then, they took out ropes from their waist bags.
Narid was a captive.
The Dragon Beast meat could be eaten.
They were all valuable goods.
According to the Master’s orders, all valuable goods must be controlled by them.
No one knew about the riot at the slave catcher team’s post.
At this moment, in the Karari Royal Capital’s auction house, a grand auction was in full swing.
A scantily clad woman pushed a large iron cage covered with red gauze onto the auction stage. Through the translucent gauze, one could vaguely see small figures inside.
“Gentlemen, ladies! This is the final item of our auction, and certainly the specialty of our Karari Royal Capital auction house, your most anticipated alien race slave girls!”
“Wow!”
“Hurry up, I can’t wait!”
Excited cheers erupted from the auction house.
The festive atmosphere was akin to a holiday celebration.
The entire auction house was packed. In the top private boxes, high-ranking nobles savored fine wine while embracing charming and alluring women, looking down upon the auction floor as if they were emperors who controlled everything.
This was the monthly auction.
They didn’t necessarily come to bid on items; they simply enjoyed the feeling of being above everyone else, able to alter the fate of the goods on stage with a mere raise of their hand.
This sense of absolute control intoxicated them.
The atmosphere gradually heightened.
The auctioneer smiled and lifted the thin red veil from the cage, revealing alien girls dressed in special revealing outfits that exposed a lot of skin.
They had been drugged with petrification agents and would remain immobile in a fixed pose for a considerable period.
At this moment, these girls were posed in various alluring postures, further heating up the auction’s atmosphere.
“As expected of an auction house, they really know how to play.”
In the private box.
Leisurely Moment (M) sneered disdainfully.
Before them was a high-definition screen made of light-and-shadow stone, clearly showing the bruised knees of the girls from kneeling on the ground for extended periods.
The petrification agent didn’t actually turn them to stone, it merely stiffened their limbs.
“Indeed,” Nobody Does Human Things (M) nodded in agreement.
“With this setup, slave girls that would normally sell for 100 gold might see their prices quintuple. And these outfits are also very distinctive, some are even more revealing than our modern clothes.”
“Sigh…”
Many players found it difficult to watch.
They weren’t unfamiliar with tragic scenes; the events in Mudu Winter Town were equally brutal. However, at that time, their emotional attachment to the game hadn’t deepened this much.
As they lived in Winter City for longer and longer, they found it increasingly difficult to view the NPCs in the game as mere strings of data.
The auction below had begun.
The host was a greasy middle-aged man, his goatee and hair meticulously slicked back and shining. With a touch of blush on his face, his slightly plump body moved with surprising agility onto the auction stage.
He used a singing voice reminiscent of opera to recite:
“Today, we have three sets of premium alien slave girls. Each set includes demi-humans, elves, horned people, gnomes, winged people, and more. Each of them has been meticulously selected as an absolute gem!”
As the host spoke, he rotated the cage 180 degrees, presenting the slave girls within to the audience.
The scantily clad attire ignited the desires of the nobles and rich merchants. Their pitiful, tear-streaked pretty faces further stoked their primal instincts, proving far more alluring than just seeing their backsides.
The host was very satisfied with the current state of affairs.
This was precisely the effect he desired.
“The first set of slave girls, a total of six, all in their prime youth. Each one is a virgin, perfect for guests who prefer tender flavors. The starting bid is 2000 gold! Increments must be no less than 100 gold!”
“2200 gold!”
“2600 gold!”
“4000 gold!” a sharp howl echoed throughout the venue.
Everyone looked in the direction of the sound.
There, a middle-aged rich merchant, his face flushed and eyes gleaming, stood there.
It was evident that this fellow had been provoked. He was determined to acquire the slave girls in the cage and had directly raised the price to 4000 gold.
“4100 gold.”
A calm, unhurried voice chimed in.
“5000 gold! I’m taking these slave girls!”
The middle-aged rich merchant, with deep pockets and a lavish spending habit, immediately added another thousand.
“You think you’re rich? Just a petty merchant. 5100 gold.”
Another voice sounded from a corner booth.
Those who understood the market knew this was a deliberate price-raising tactic, likely an auction house insider.
They had seen how obvious the rich merchant’s emotions were and had a rough idea of how much money he had, prompting them to act this way.
“6500 gold,” the middle-aged rich merchant roared, almost hitting the table fiercely.
The people around him looked at him with surprised eyes.
6500 gold for a few slave girls, averaging over 1000 gold each, was truly extravagant.
Were merchants earning so much nowadays?
Perhaps they should quit being nobles and become merchants instead.
Many nobles entertained such thoughts.
“This gentleman offers 6500 gold. Are there any other guests who wish to bid?”
The host’s eyes were practically smiling.
He wondered where this sucker had come from and resolved to befriend them well after the auction.
“6500 gold once… 6500 gold twice… Are there any further bids?”
In reality, this price was already very satisfactory.
Ordinarily, a group of six slave girls selling for 4000 gold would be considered an excellent price.
However, people should have dreams.
What if there was another sucker?
“Ten thousand gold.”
A deep, calm voice echoed from the top-tier private box.
Everyone was taken aback.
The immense purchasing power contained in those three words caused their minds to briefly halt.
Kekeke, we’re almost at one million words soon.
Brothers, help me come up with a new book title.
