God's Slave: Reincarnated Into an Academy of Heavenly Descendants

The roars came from none other than the remaining shadowy members who silently appeared before Nolan.

Various attacks blasted towards him, yet Nolan didn't pay them any heed.

He jerked forward the chain with all his power, sending Osilius flying toward him.

Nolan's hand reached the dagger stuck in the young man's neck, and his red, fiery eyes stared into those horrified eyes...

"DIE!!!"

Those were the last words Osilius heard before he felt something ripping upwards from his throat.

Quickly, it tore apart his jaw, tearing through his skull, and then the entire world went dark as Nolan slashed his dagger vertically upwards, slicing Osilius's head into two halves, with blood and brain matter spurting out like water from a broken pipe.

THUMP

The sound of a lifeless body dropping to the ground resounded as the remaining shadowy members instantly shot away from Nolan, looking in horror at the cleaved-apart head of Osilius, whose regretful eyes stared in the direction of Quinn, sitting on the throne.

"HE... HE... HE KILLED OSILIUS!!" The remaining shadowy members called out in shock.

In the next instant, one of them instantly faded away, trying to reach the door, but it was like Nolan could read his movements.

He also faded from where he stood, and a chain wrapped around the legs of Bron, dragging him towards Nolan with speed.

"DIE!!!"

Bron roared out, seeing as he was being pulled forth and knowing well that only death awaited him. Instantly, he used his secret arts.

Three dark needles, brimming with a dark aura, soared forth toward Nolan's head.

PUCCH!

PUCCHI!

PUUUCHI!

The sound of the needles digging into flesh resounded as Nolan's right eye became blinded when the three sharp needles tore into them.

Yet Nolan only pulled the chain even harder. Soon, he grabbed the neck of Bron, his chains coiling around him like a snake and wrapping around his neck tightly until the chains covered every part of his face. Then—

CRACK!

CRACKKK!

BURST!

The sound of something getting crushed under intense pressure and then bursting resounded as Nolan's chains wrapped tightly around the head of Bron until, eventually, the sound of something bursting into pieces resounded.

Bron's floating body went limp, and Nolan's chains withdrew into his arms, causing the body to fall dead on the floor.

GASPS

Another gasp of shock resounded through the hall as they watched the body, now missing its head and neck, having been crushed to a pulp by the strangling hold of the fiery red chains.

"Those chains... they're not normal!" Quinn took notice in his head as he looked at the crimson chains held by Nolan, and the battlefield was immediately filled with even greater fervor and murder.

The shadowy members, knowing they couldn't escape Nolan's grasp, all joined hands together and tried to bring him down.

Yet Quinn watched with narrowed eyes as they all fell, one by one, killed in the most violent and brutal way possible.

They either had their heads crushed to paste or sliced into pieces.

That was how every one of them died, and twenty minutes later, the only person remaining in the hall was Nolan, on one knee, blood raining down on his body as if he just took a shower of it.

On the throne sat Quinn, who still had his furrowed eyebrows raised.

Even though his cult members' headless corpses lingered all over the floor, he hadn't blinked even once, and his crimson eyes seemed to shine with a special light of intense madness.

Slowly, he rose up from his throne, and then—

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

CLAP

The sound of clapping resounded through the entire room as Quinn rose from his throne, clapping his hands together at Nolan, who breathed out loudly through his nose and mouth in exhaustion.

"FANTASTIC!"

"FANTASTIC!!!"

Quinn said with a twistedly satisfied expression as Nolan steadied his ragged breathing and rose to his feet, his remaining left eye looking around the room where the corpses of the people he had killed lingered.

It was the first time Nolan had killed in two lifetimes now, yet his eyes held no remorse.

"Not only have you gotten stronger, you have also gotten more brutal. An interesting transformation indeed..." Quinn called out as he slowly took off his robes, stepping down from his throne.

"I remember it as clearly as day... they would dig their knives into my skin, cutting off my tissues and ripping apart my veins."

"I would scream and scream until my voice went hoarse, yet they would never stop."

"I would faint, only to get awakened, again and again."

"And when I was close to death, I would be healed by that bastard, only for the torture to begin once more,"

Nolan called out, reciting the memories in his head.

Those memories... perhaps they had been denied until now so he couldn't make any reckless moves, but Nolan felt that the punishment for these heinous crimes should be something grander.

Something worse than death. Only such a punishment would be worthy for these people, who were now dead before his feet, who had handled him in such a horrific way.

It was nothing short of horrific, and that was why Nolan had decided to kill them in the most horrific way one could ever die.

The only two things he could come up with in his mind were strangling them to death and crushing their skulls, or outright slicing their heads to ribbons, making sure they were aware of the monumental pain until the last moment when death finally claimed their lives.

"You may have gotten stronger and more brutal, Nolan, but to me, you're still nothing but a piece of trash, who I toyed with for three years to increase my cultivation level and awaken my bloodline marks."

"If you had been like this five days ago, I would have decided to simply run away from this battle."

"After all, just this amount of killing is enough to make them ensure the academy never lets you see the light of day again..."

"But I will finish it here and now. To avoid any more unforeseen scenarios like this again!"