Pioneer Lord: Starting From Daily Intelligence

Chapter 528: Chapter 12: The Most Failed Butcher in History, Demigod at Your Service, Archibald’s Head Served on the Table (4)

This most manly dwarf in history truly acts swiftly and decisively. After speaking, he didn’t even wait to plan the manor, but climbed back onto the legendary airship, Thunder’s Fury, shouting at the top of his lungs: ”Warriors of the Redbeard Clan, come up to be guides. We’re setting off! Catch up to the Eternal Sword, Archibald! The dwarves will use the war axe to smash this Undying Sword to pieces!”

The long-term repression in Su Li finally vanished. As the airship roared away, he stood on the cliff beside the castle, heedless of others’ surprised gazes, his vermilion cloak fluttering wildly in the mountain wind.

The anger long held in his chest finally burst out; with all his might, he roared, ”Ahhh!! Archibald, your time has come!”

The roar echoed between the valley and riverbed, finally unleashing Su Li’s deep-seated anger and pain.

He spread his arms, letting the gale ravage his clothes, while the tall towers of Heisen Castle appeared and disappeared in the clouds and snow, like a majestic solitary island, matching his current state of mind so well.

Flames of vengeance burned in his eyes, a slight sneer lifted the corners of his mouth. Archibald loved to bully the weak? Then he should meet his retribution, crushed by a stronger foe! Let him also experience the world’s constant darkness and despair.

Oliver, with a grim expression, stood nearby with arms folded. He didn’t consider this a rational move; if there were a hundred cellars full of gold, Hesse Territory could take off, perhaps within ten years, and its steel army could advance, break into Archibald’s palace, and chop off his head.

Gentlemen, revenge is never too late, even after ten years!

Yet Hilude stood beside Su Li, raising a hand to tuck her wind-tossed hair behind her ear, looking gently at Su Li’s figure ahead.

When the echo faded into the mountain wind, Su Li gazed into the distant snowstorm, asking, ”Hilude, did I make a mistake?”

Hilude replied softly, ”No matter what you choose, I support you.” She paused briefly, then said firmly, ”I think Philis would give the same answer. This is what we love most about you—your straightforwardness and genuine nature make us believe you can truly do anything for us!”

”Without such candidness and sincerity, I doubt Philis would be the biggest aid in your ascension to the throne. Perhaps it would indeed be as Avril said, a kite with its string cut, never to return to your hand.”

Su Li smiled, turned to look at Hilude, and said, ”I should have guessed, asking you would lead to this conclusion. You’re always so clever, giving me the greatest comfort. But thank you anyway, hearing this makes me feel much better. Perhaps acting on impulse does yield more gratifying results. The constant scheming in this dark world is enough; I hope when I meet Philis again in the future, I can face her with no regrets!”

Su Li had no regrets; he sought vengeance on the spot, so he had few enemies in his life! Most who had grievances with him were killed off.

And his decisiveness did not keep him waiting long.

In just one cycle, the powerful butcher Gaucric arrived at Su Li’s parlor with a bloody head in hand; the parlor had been renovated anew, and sitting across from the crimson long table were the ministers and knights of the Hesse Territory who once sat there.

Arrogant and defiant as ever, Archibald finally took his place at the table.

Except it was his head brought to the table, blood dripping as it was placed before everyone.

Seeing Su Li fiddling with a blood-red knucklebone, Gaucric obliviously said, ”Mission accomplished, the formidable dwarf brought back Archibald’s head! Look, is it this one?”

Archibald’s eyes, once burning like holy fire, were now extinguished, with blood tears flowing from his sockets, staining his once proud, arrogant brown beard red.

Su Li unceremoniously inserted the blood-red knucklebone into his skull, eyes cold and fixed on the face that haunted his dreams: ”Do you like it? It was cut from my hand, now it’s yours forever!”

”Hiss~” Even someone as boisterous as Gaucric took a sharp breath, stunned at this young man who seemed harmless.[PARAGRAPH_BREAK]Playing with human bones was common, but fiddling with one’s own bone—truly, a rare intensity.