As soon as these words were spoken, many heroes who had only known each other in history books but had never met each other in person began to stir, as if they also wanted to have a battle like Lu Bu and Wang Yue did.

Deng Yougang felt a little headache, and said quickly: "Let's talk about the gambling fight after it's over. Now, let's take over this house first!"

The aura of Lü Bu and Wang Yue gradually faded. The former laughed loudly, glanced at Deng Yougang in the center of the Heroic Spirits and said with a smile: "Don't worry, with us here, a mere barbarian is nothing."

Before he finished speaking, Lu Bu's figure disappeared instantly, like a human tank, smashing the hard iron gate of the manor, and rushed towards the places in the manor that exuded the breath of life with a loud laugh.

The others also started to move, some teleporting into the manor, and some jumping over the wall.

“Puff—Puff—”

The sound of countless knives piercing flesh could be heard in various places across the manor.

Deng Yougang put down the spear on his shoulder, held it behind his back, and turned to look at the mansion at the deepest part of the manor.

“…It’s finally here!”

Sensing a powerful aura, Deng Yougang smiled and walked slowly into the manor.

…

…

In the manor house, a woman with soft and big breasts woke up slowly because of thirst.

She subconsciously squirmed her body and reached out for the kettle beside the bed, but she could only feel air.

"Hmm...I think I forgot to prepare the kettle tonight."

The woman recalled her memories before going to bed, couldn't help but sigh, and climbed up from the bed with difficulty.

There's nothing I can do. After all, I only slept for more than an hour and I really didn't get enough sleep.

The woman yawned as she picked up the thick robe beside the bed, covered her body, and walked out of the room in her slippers.

But as soon as she reached the corridor, the woman subconsciously stopped and looked at the quiet corridor in front of her in surprise.

As the chief of the branch in charge of buying and selling black powder among the Eight Fingers, Hilma has at least dozens of servants and subordinates coming in and out of this base in the royal capital at all times of the day and night.

But now, all those busy sounds have disappeared, there is no one around, and it is dead silent.

Hilma frowned slightly, realizing that something was wrong.

On weekdays when there were no noble gatherings, the mansion would indeed be quieter, but never this quiet.

At least the guards who were supposed to be standing in the corridor would not leave their posts without saying a word like they did now.

“…What’s going on?”

Hilma felt a little flustered.

She wanted to shout for help, but she thought that if something unusual happened, this would let the enemy know her location, and if she went back to her room and hid under the covers, she would just be waiting to be killed...

After a little thought, Hilma calmed herself down, suppressed the palpitations, and walked forward lightly.

In the corridor not far away, there was a safe house that only she and a few others knew about. It contained many magic props and magic gems, as well as a secret passage leading outside the house.

She planned to enter the room as quickly as possible and escape quietly before being discovered.

'People who do not act when they should, will only become food for others.'

This is Hilma's belief, and it is also the reason why she was able to rise from a prostitute to the big shot she is today.

After walking a few steps, Hilma suddenly stopped and looked at the wall on one side of the corridor with her pupils shrinking.

I saw countless dark green vines covering the window inlaid with thin glass. The vines were layered and almost covered the entire window, preventing even the light from outside from coming in.

Hilma walked forward anxiously and checked the other windows, only to find that all of them had been blocked by vines.

“…Damn it, what the hell is going on?!”

Hilma cursed under her breath, then, not caring about the sound of her footsteps, she took a step and trotted forward.

She couldn't care less about all that now. She just wanted to run into the safe house as quickly as possible and leave this mansion that made her feel uneasy.

When she reached the stairs, Hilma suddenly stopped and looked at the corridor below with a slightly horrified look.

In the shadow of the dim corridor, there stood a small figure, staring at her quietly as if blending into the darkness.

Hilma panicked, but then she realized that the man was not a high-level thief who could sneak into the shadows. It was just that his skin was slightly darker, so he seemed to blend into the darkness.

"It turns out to be a young dark elf..."

Hilma felt inexplicably relieved, and then looked at the child carefully.

He was wearing a short green cloak, a white vest with gold thread, a white pleated skirt and white tights. His slender hands were wearing white silk gloves and he was holding a black staff in his hands.

The little body stood there timidly, its eyes of different colors looking at Hilma earnestly.

"Ah, little sister..."

Hilma forced a gentle smile and greeted the dark elf with a smile.

But after she finished speaking, she was surprised to find that the child in front of her did not seem to be a girl, but a boy.

But if he is a teenager, why is he wearing women's clothes?

Hilma was shocked and couldn't help swallowing.

To be honest, if the atmosphere around her hadn't been so weird, she would have believed that the child was a slave used by some nobles to satisfy their strange interests.

After a little thought, Hilma smiled and said, "...Little brother, what are you doing here?"

She tried her best not to arouse the other party's vigilance and slowly walked down the stairs.

The dark elf boy looked at him timidly, and finally mustered up the courage to ask, "Ah...Auntie is...the most...highly-ranking human in this mansion?"

Hilma was stunned for a moment, then smiled and said, "Yes, yes, I am the oldest in this mansion."

“That’s…that’s great!”

A relieved smile appeared on the boy's face. That smile was very pure and innocent like a child.

Seeing this smile, Hilma's nervous heart relaxed.

Just then, a familiar smell of blood wafted over from not far away.

Hilma was slightly startled, and turned her head blankly to look in the direction where the smell came from, only to see a cute girl in a maid outfit push open the door and walk out holding a man's arm.

The arm seemed to have been torn off from the shoulder, and the broken muscle fibers could still be vaguely seen.

The maid, who should have been very cute, now put her arm under her chin and chewed it with a crunching sound.

"You...you...she...what is she doing?"

The newly appeared maid glanced at her and said in a cute voice, "Please don't mind it. I haven't eaten so much in a long time, so it's inevitable that I might be a little rude..."

Hilma was trembling with fear and couldn't help but take two steps back.

At the same time, the dark elf boy encouraged himself, then his eyes hardened, and he walked over with the black staff tightly grasped.

"I'm sorry, but I have to hurry over, so Auntie, can you please not run away..."

“I…I…”

Hilma collapsed on the stairs, her lips trembling, and she looked at the dark elf boy with horror.

At this moment, the dark elf boy turned his head suddenly and looked at the window that was completely covered by vines.

The next second, accompanied by a brilliant silver light, the vines covering the window shattered.

A silver figure flew in and landed in front of the cannibal maid and the dark elf boy.

"call out--"

The silver spear drew an arc in the air.

The warrior in silver armor stopped in front of Hilma, looked at the boy and girl with complicated eyes and said, "Although I already knew that the Great Tomb of Nazarick was a group of monsters with a Justice Value of minus 100, but before I came here, I still had some illusions about you."

"...Is it because I have too thick a protagonist filter when watching the show?"

The silver-armored warrior shook his head and said calmly: "A monster is still a monster after all. No matter how cute it looks, it can't cover up its ugly inside."

"If I remember correctly, you two should be the 'Apostle of Disaster' Mare and the 'Insect Repellent' Entoma, right?"

When these words were spoken, both the dark elf boy and the cute maid were startled.

Then, the boy's face darkened. "Who are you...you actually know Nazarick and our names?!"

The silver-armored warrior, or Deng Yougang, said calmly: "I..."

At this moment, Hilma on the stairs behind him suddenly reacted.

She rolled and crawled to Deng Yougang's feet, and said with hope on her face: "Save...save me, as long as you save me, I can give you anything you want, do you want money, or magic props, even if it's me, I can..."

“Puff——”

Before he could finish his words, the silver spear pierced Hilma's heart.

The severe pain made Hilma stop talking abruptly.

She stared blankly at her bloody chest, then raised her head blankly, blood oozing from the corner of her mouth, and asked blankly, "Why... why?"

“…Don’t make any mistake!”

Deng Yougang turned his head, holding a silver spear, and looked down at her with indifference, saying: "I am not here to save you. Compared with these natural monsters, evil people like you who kill their own kind are more disgusting to me."

After saying that, Deng Yougang pulled out his spear and let Hilma's body fall weakly on the stairs.

At the same time, the dark elf boy in front lowered his head and hid his cheek in the shadow, and said slowly: "Um... you know, my mission is to bring that aunt back. Now that you kill her... I can't complete the mission of Master Ainz and Master Kurohero!"

When he said the last sentence, the young man raised his head angrily, and an extremely terrifying aura suddenly rose from his whole body.

“Ah, Lord Mare is angry~”

The maid made a bad sound and immediately leaped out of the house.

Deng Yougang did not stop him, but said calmly: "The momentum is good, but..."

Halfway through his speech, Deng Yougang was suddenly startled and asked in surprise: "Wait, Hei Luo Hei Luo?"

But at this moment, the dark elf boy's heart was filled with anger and shame for not being able to complete the task.

He ignored Deng Yougang's question, and immediately gripped the black staff and thrust it downwards fiercely.

“Boom!!”

In an instant, the ground beneath the mansion began to shake violently.

Deng Yougang came back to his senses, holding a spear with a smile on his face.

“…I’ve got you, Lord God!”