Chapter 257: The Psychotic Siblings

The winds of Gabrielle Valley remained as fierce as ever, sweeping across the shattered rocks and the lingering traces of beastman blood. The air was thick with the pungent scent of iron.

Alan cast a glance at Watcher 06, who was deep in thought, his usual playful smirk never leaving his face. Stretching his limbs, he rudely interrupted the other's contemplation.

"Lord 06, if you keep standing here thinking, that powerful presence is going to arrive soon! You're not scared, huh? But this young master here is terrified!"

Watcher 06 slowly lifted his gaze, his sharp eyes locking onto Alan.

"You're Watcher 11 at least. Can you not be so disgraceful?"

Alan was completely unfazed, flashing a wide grin while giving a thumbs-up. "Got it, Lord 06! So, should we get moving now?"

Watcher 06 rubbed his temples, as if unwilling to argue with him, his tone flat but carrying a hint of helplessness. "You didn't understand what I meant at all… Forget it. Follow me, we're leaving."

Hearing this, Alan's grin widened. He twisted his waist, flapped his arms like a chicken, and wiggled his hips as he hopped toward Watcher 06, cackling like a madman.

"Let's go! Let's go! With Lord 06 covering me, even if the sky falls, I won't be scared! Gah gah!"

Watcher 06's face darkened instantly, completely ignoring the fool, turning on his heel and walking ahead.

Behind them, the trampled corpse of a beastman still lay motionless. Meanwhile, beneath the ruins of Gabrielle Valley, a deeper, more ominous presence was slowly approaching.

In this shattered land, wisps of violet and yellow energy trembled slightly. Then, a gate to the underworld creaked open.

As the scent of blood permeated the air, a tall figure emerged from within. His entire body was shrouded in an aura of unrestrained bloodlust, his eyes flickering with the madness of a battle maniac. He landed softly, and the gate behind him gradually closed.

Scanning the surroundings, his gaze rested on the mutilated corpse of the tiger beastman.

"Tch, looks like I was late..." The bloodthirsty man curled his lips into a sadistic grin. "Rule-breaking beings are always like this. In an instant, the fight is over."

He rolled his shoulders, his joints cracking audibly. "Haven't been to the human world in a while. Guess I'll take a little stroll."

Before the words fully left his lips, his figure blurred and vanished as if he had never been there.

Not long after, two figures slowly descended from the sky.

A man and a woman, their presence disturbingly peculiar. When the heavily muscled man landed, the sheer force of impact sent dust flying everywhere.

Boms straightened his stance, baring his teeth in a foolish yet infuriating grin. However, his lifeless fish-like eyes betrayed nothing but disdain. He glanced at the bloodied remains on the ground, snorted, and smirked in utter contempt.

The woman beside him, on the other hand, was the opposite extreme. Her figure was slender and sinuous, her aura eerily seductive. The corners of her lips curled into an ever-present, unsettling smile, her gaze unfocused yet brimming with unmistakable ecstasy, as if drowning in an indescribable pleasure.

Her eyes lit up upon seeing the mangled corpse. She bit her fingertip lightly, letting out a trembling giggle, her voice sultry and intoxicating, enough to dissolve any man's rationality.

"Ahh... If only I were that tiger beastman… Being trampled and crushed like this… It must feel like heaven…"

She tilted her head back, closed her eyes, her cheeks faintly flushed, her entire body immersed in an unspeakable euphoria, even trembling slightly in satisfaction.

Boms sneered at the pile of flesh beneath them, his grin widening. "Afreya, sis, looks like that low-IQ thing was this tiger."

His tone was casual, even laced with mockery, as if he were commenting on a piece of rotten garbage rather than a once-powerful warrior who had just perished.

Afreya licked her lips, her gaze dazed yet burning with strange excitement, her voice husky and drawn out. "Seems so… Only these brainless, muscle-bound beastmen would challenge a rule-breaking being alone."

Boms scratched his head, still wearing his dumb grin, but his voice was dripping with scorn for the world. "Heh~ These low-IQ fools, not even one-billionth of my intelligence. No wonder they got crushed into paste. Hahaha."

Saying this, he waved his absurdly muscular arms, his joints cracking loudly, his foolish grin widening. "Sis, since we finally came down from Skypia, why don't we have some fun? Hehehe—"

Afreya's eyes snapped open, gleaming with an eerie excitement. A slow, almost sensual smile spread across her face, as if she had just heard the most delightful invitation. She let out a spine-tingling moan, cupping her cheeks in her hands, reveling in the twisted pleasure of violence. The red flush across her face grew even more bizarre.

"Ohhh—! I heard the two great empires, Graham and Astheria, claim to be the strongest in offense and defense respectively… I want to challenge them, to experience both inflicting and receiving pain… Ahhh… just imagining it makes me tremble with excitement…"

Her voice was low and syrupy, her gaze flickering with a chaotic blend of sadism and masochism, as if merely fantasizing was enough to push her to the edge.

Boms cackled, punching the air wildly. "Hah! Then let's go!"

The two figures slowly vanished into the void, leaving behind only an aura of pure, unrestrained brutality.