Deities: Starting From Goblins

Chapter 481: 296 City Lord_1

Chapter 481: 296 City Lord_1

After dozens more rounds of battling, the Daoist defender was covered in blood with no power left to fight the formidable Logan. Meanwhile, Bart Cloud and Shingo Butcher were standing by, ready to assist Logan at any time.

Ilima Nango regretted his past decisions. The only one who could turn the tide was his father, but his father, being the City Lord, was always impartial. Would he come to his rescue because of a plea?

However, he couldn’t let the Daoist defender get hurt, and so, he hastily took off his communication jade amulet to send a message to his father. Unfortunately, he was aware that his father, who was busy with important matters all day, would find it difficult to assist him.

The old man, covered in wounds, still shouted: “Young Master, leave quickly! I can handle everything here. As a Daoist defender, it’s enough if I can preserve your life, what harm would the sacrifice of mine do?”

“I won’t leave.” Ilima Nango’s eyes were resolute. Despite his usual timidity and low cultivation sphere, the old man had been with him for twenty years. He considered him just like family. It’s because of him that all this was happening. If it hadn’t been for his provocations, they wouldn’t be in such a situation.

Suddenly, he laughed at himself bitterly. He had always bullied others, but this time he was the one feeling the despair of being oppressed. Being bullied was indeed very painful. Ilima Nango deeply regretted the many people he had bullied from his childhood onwards.

Ilima Nango bowed and pleaded, “It’s my fault. Please let go of the Daoist defender, I will bear all the consequences. It’s perhaps fate that I met and angered you all today. I’ve bullied countless people, this is my retribution.”

“Admitting your mistake is acceptable, but doing wrong means you must face the ?consequences. If I wasn’t as powerful as your Daoist defender, wouldn’t I be on my way to hell right now? You are only apologizing because I’m stronger than you. This is not an issue that can be solved with an apology, what right do you have to ask me to stop?”

Logan gave a cold smirk saying, “Just like how you despise the Westman family, haven’t you been doing the same? In fact, the Westmans simply intimidate others for spirit stones and let them go about their business in peace. But you are different, you oppress people, force them to bow and apologize to you”

“Don’t think you can act recklessly because your father is the City Lord. Today, I’ll teach you a lesson. I’m thinking of crippling your… legs, so you can’t go around casually bullying others anymore.”

With a waved of Logan’s hand, Bart Cloud started walking up saying, “I’ll do it. But, I always prefer a quick battle. So don’t be afraid, I guarantee your legs will be gone in a fleeting moment.”

At this moment, Ilima Nango was utterly terrified, his face deathly pale as he constantly moved backward. Being disabled was worse than death to him. He could only continue pleading and swearing never to act tyrannically again. Furthermore, he was willing to apologize to every person he had bullied in order to atone for his previous mistakes.

Bart Cloud had already moved in front of Ilima Nango with a chilling blade in his hand. It was too late for regrets now. Most of the people whom Ilima Nango had bullied were no longer in the city. They either left and were devoured by demon beasts or were secretly dealt with by Ilima Nango’s companions.

“I’m not willing to accept this. I admit that I committed many wrongs in the past, but I’ve never killed anyone nor crippled them. I merely liked to act domineering and make people kneel to apologize. At most, they would lose a bit of face and wouldn’t be unable to live.”

Ilima Nango roared at the sky, “If you dare to kill me, I will hold a grudge against you for the rest of my life. I will take revenge on the ordinary people in the city. I might not be able to deal with you, but I’ll make the common people pay for this. You better think it over.”

“Enough. I’m just here to rest, but I’ve heard quite a bit about the deeds of you, the young lord. Like how you punished a person to kneel for seven days for speaking ill of you last month, leaving him on his last gasp.”

Shingo Butcher smirked and Ilima Nango nodded. This was exactly what had happened. But this also showcased his benevolence. That person was released after just a few days of kneeling. If they offended the Westman family, they might not get away without losing an arm.

“What about the killing done by your men behind your back, to nip potential issues in the bud? I find it hard to believe you’re completely oblivious to this. There have been many such instances. How could your men have the audacity to do so if you hadn’t indulged them?”

Looking at the stunned Ilima Nango, Shingo Butcher continued, “Ordinary people in the city have calculated that nearly hundreds of people die annually due to you. Almost every day someone dies, and it’s often not a major conflict with you. The most serious case is someone criticizing the City Lord or unintentionally blocking your path.”

“This…I…” Ilima Nango was dumbstruck, unable to utter a single word. His servants had mentioned it before, but he had brushed it off as a joke. He couldn’t believe his careless and reckless behavior had resulted in such a dismal situation.

Bart Cloud smirked and moved his blade downwards. “How’s that? Consider this punishment for you. I’m just crippling one of your legs.” The blade seemed to carry a specific rule, appearing like the most chilling blade and sword shadow, seeming capable of destroying everything in an instant.

Confronted with such a terrifying attack, Ilima Nango was crying in despair, as if he could already see himself becoming disabled. But in the next moment, the blade vanished unexpectedly. A terrifying pressure suddenly arrived.

“Who dares to harm my son?” A middle-aged man stepped forth, his eyes emitting an extreme pressure. Even without the oppression of his realm, it was enough to make one feel in awe. Shingo Butcher and Bart Cloud started to sweat profusely and even involuntarily stepped back.

Logan’s expression remained calm, unaffected by this. He immediately identified this man as the City Lord. His presence had enabled Ilima Nango’s reckless behavior. Logan had always wanted to meet him, and he had now made his appearance.

Many in the city said the City Lord was fair and strict. But Logan didn’t think so. If the City Lord was such a good person, why did the Westman family dominate the city? Why did his son act so arrogantly? Was the City Lord truly oblivious to all of this?

“My friends, we always prohibit bullying in our city. Don’t you think it’s too much to treat my son this way? If you are capable, then bring it on me.” As he expanded his awe-inspiring aura, he noticed the nearly dead Daoist. His rage was uncontrollable.