After leaving the forest where Francesca was, Wayne quickly took the magic carpet and flew to the town center.

Of course, in order to prevent his identity from being revealed, he also wore a helmet that covered his face. Although demon hunters basically do not use helmets, Master O. Henry was still thoughtful enough to create one for him as a complete set of armor.

It was a closed knight's helmet similar to those in the Middle Ages, with a Y-shaped opening that only revealed a thin slit for the eyes and nose, making it impossible to see the face inside the helmet.

After putting on the helmet, Wayne rushed to the town square, where the spacious square in the past had now become a hellish execution ground.

The fifty or sixty surviving members of the non-human race had their hands and feet tied up with ropes. Some women had their clothes stripped off, and the elderly and children were strung together with ropes and thrown on the ground at random like animals to be slaughtered.

Some men who were caught for resisting were tied to some erected wooden pillars. Some of them were already dead, while others were still wailing in pain. Their bodies were covered with many wounds cut by knives, and blood was flowing all over the ground. It was obvious that they had suffered a lot of torture.

Throughout the square, there were the soldiers' unbridled laughter, the mobs' gloating and hysterical curses, and the pleas and curses of the bound and tortured inhuman races.

What was most infuriating was that in the center of the square, there were several rows of simple gallows built with wooden stakes, each with five or six nooses hanging on it. Although it was unknown how long this torture of the non-human race had lasted, eight corpses had already been hung on those rows of gallows. Their feet were off the ground, their eyes were rolled back, and their tongues were sticking out. It was obvious that they had been strangled to death.

A fat man who looked like a soldier captain was pulling a rope with a smug look on his face, sometimes tightening it, sometimes loosening it, as if torturing someone in a teasing manner.

At the other end of the rope was an underage elf girl. The rope was tightly around the elf girl's neck. Due to suffocation and pain, the girl's eyes had rolled back, and she stood on tiptoes, her face turning a little purple.

As he pulled the rope, he shouted triumphantly, "It is because of these damn elf bitches, dwarf bastards, and halfling bastards that they polluted our land and tainted our sacred faith that our country suffers disasters all year round and that diseases and famines always surround us."

"Today, we will purify our land, purify our town, kill all the non-human bastards, and make sure all these thieves, robbers, and scoundrels are wiped out."

"When the time comes, we will distribute all the property of these bastards to our glorious townspeople. This is the wealth we deserve. These bastards got it from us through dirty means. They don't deserve this money."

Hearing that the captain of the soldiers wanted to share the money, the mob, who were still immersed in the excitement of violence, became even more excited, and roared like wild beasts, as if what they were doing was not an evil act like murder and arson, but a feat worthy of praise.

After getting the response from everyone, the fat soldier captain became even more excited. He laughed triumphantly, exerted force with both hands, tightened the rope in his hands, and pulled the elf girl on the gallows with her feet off the ground. She grasped the noose on her neck tightly with both hands and kept struggling in her death throes.

At this moment, accompanied by a loud bang of a heavy object falling to the ground, Wayne, wearing heavy armor, jumped down from the magic carpet and landed next to the fat soldier captain like a god descending from heaven.

There was no persuasion, no cursing, and no verbal communication of any kind.

Just when everyone was shocked by the armored knight who suddenly fell from the sky, the magic sword in Wayne's hand instantly chopped off the fat man's head.

The fat captain of the guards didn't even have time to make any sound before his head rolled to the ground, with a large amount of blood spurting out of his neck. The rope that he was holding with both hands also loosened, allowing the elf girl who was in the noose to escape.

After killing a soldier, Wayne did not stop at all. He clenched his left hand, which was wearing the platinum arm armor, into a fist and punched a soldier on the right directly in the face.

The tremendous force and the hard metal arm armor directly punched the soldier's face, causing it to cave in. Red, white, yellow, and unknown liquids splashed out. He staggered back several meters, fell on his back, and soon lost his life.

After killing two people in a row, the magic sword in Wayne's hand still did not stop. As he spun to avoid the attack of a rushing soldier, the sword blade instantly cut the soldier's throat, causing him to fall to the ground. He could only hold his throat that was constantly bleeding like a shrimp, and let out a desperate gasp.

It took only four or five seconds from falling to killing people, and he killed three people. When Wayne stood up again, his figure was already stained with blood. The mobs and soldiers who were still immersed in violent fantasies were also awakened by this sudden enemy.

Some people roared in fear, some began to roar hysterically, and a group of people immediately rushed towards Wayne with their weapons in hand without saying a word.

Facing the soldiers and mobs rushing towards him, Wayne sneered in his heart. Although he would not use signs to expose his identity as a demon hunter, unlike other demon hunters, he had countless means of attack, and all of them came from another world. Even if he used these moves, he was not worried about being discovered by others.

Looking at the crazy enemies in front of him, Wayne showed no mercy. He swung his right hand with the space bracelet towards the direction where the largest number of people were rushing towards him.

As his magic power was activated, a red gem on the bracelet immediately emitted a faint fluorescence, and then quickly went out.

After the fluorescence went out, a huge magical thundercloud immediately appeared out of thin air above the heads of the soldiers and the mob at a speed visible to the naked eye. It not only included the soldiers and the mob, but also covered many houses behind them.

The thunderclouds continued to roll, and a large amount of lightning was brewing in the thunderclouds.

A dozen seconds later, under the horrified gaze of those mortals, hundreds of lightning bolts, accompanied by huge thunder, struck down from the thunderclouds like raindrops.

Boom! Boom! Boom!

Snap! Snap! Snap!

The huge flash of lightning brought about by thunder and lightning instantly illuminated the square as bright as day, and the hundreds of lightning bolts directly burned the soldiers and one-third of the mob into charred corpses in less than a minute.

Even many houses behind this group of people were directly penetrated by lightning, causing a lot of flames and collapse, and many houses were on fire.

This is a sixth-ring spell, Thundercloud Storm, which is a group attack spell used to deal with large numbers of enemies.

To be honest, it's a bit of a waste to use spells of this level to deal with these mobs with low combat effectiveness. However, for Wayne, the cooling time of once every three days is not a waste, it is just right to deal with these trash.

After the thunderclouds and lightning, the whole square was filled with wailing, and the smell of burnt barbecue and the stench of feces and urine quickly filled the air.

Not only the mobs and soldiers in the town, but even the inhuman survivors who were tied up in the center of the square were stunned.

As ordinary people, they have never seen the power of a true spellcaster. Most of the stories about warlocks and wizards are legends that only appear in dreams and other people's rumors. They have never thought that they will happen to themselves.

Some of the mobs and soldiers who were the first to come to their senses immediately shouted loudly in fear.

"It's an evil warlock, a wizard!"

"A wizard has come to massacre civilians! Come quickly, kill that wizard."

The other group of people went crazy. They ignored the danger around them, picked up their weapons, and rushed towards Wayne like crazy, as if they could kill him as long as they rushed to Wayne.

Most people, however, are shrinking, fearful, hesitant, and waiting.

They hoped that someone could take the lead in killing the wizard Wayne, but they were afraid of danger and did not dare to carry out the action themselves. With only about a hundred people left on their side, they did not want to choose to escape, and even suspected that everything they had just seen was just an illusion.

However, no matter what these mobs and soldiers thought, Wayne never thought of showing mercy.

In his philosophy, if you can slaughter others, then being slaughtered by others is also a normal thing.

With this thought in mind, Wayne, carrying heavy armor, rushed towards the crowd that was hesitant, angry, or fearful, with extremely fast speed and terrifying momentum, like a tiger coming down the mountain.

When the two sides were only a dozen meters apart, the blue gem on Wayne's right bracelet flashed again. In the eyes of those Kaedwen soldiers, the knight, who was originally fully armored and looked like a ferocious beast, suddenly became blurred.

Then, six identical shadows split from his body in an instant. Seven terrifying knights who looked exactly the same in appearance rushed into their crowd with a momentum of fighting one against a hundred.

Snap! Snap! Snap!

There were flashes of swords, blood and wailing. Whether it was the soldiers of Kaedwen or the mobs in the town, their king did not equip them with strong armor. Even the weapons in their hands were just ordinary swords, pitchforks and spears.

What is even more terrifying is that each of these seven figures is not an illusion. The swords in their hands are like the scythes of the god of death. Each sword can cut through flesh and blood, leaving behind blood and taking away a terrified soul.

Slashing, punching, charging and trampling, these terror knights clad in hard armor, no matter how strong, fast or physically strong they are, are far superior to ordinary humans. No matter what kind of attack they make, it is extremely fierce and deadly. The seemingly large number of mobs and soldiers, in the face of the attacks of these terror knights, seem to become cowardly and incompetent lambs. Under these deadly attacks, they collapse at the first touch like melting ice and snow.

What was even more frustrating was that even if some of the mobs and soldiers fought back hard, their pitchforks and iron swords could not cause any effective damage to the Terror Knight's dragon scale armor. They could only create a few sparks and scratches on the armor, and then their arms would be injured by the huge recoil force, and then they would be killed by the ruthless sharp blade.

This was an unequal battle. Faced with the ruthless witcher, more than half of the mob and soldiers died in less than ten minutes, leaving behind more than a hundred corpses. The remaining poor creatures, driven by fear and the desire to survive, fled into the town with their crotches soaked in feces and urine, not daring to look back.

The entire square was littered with broken limbs, human heads, and corpses.

The gray dragon scale armor on Wayne's body had already been dyed red by blood.

He shook off the blood on the magic sword and exhaled lightly. This ordinary enchanted sword had many cracks under his tremendous force. From the hilt to the blade, it was all stained red with blood. Together with the dragon scale armor on his body, he looked like a death knight crawling out of hell.

But it must be said that the feeling of wanton killing just now really made Wayne very happy. Perhaps in the past few years, although he did not take the insults of these unruly people to heart, deep in his heart, he still had the urge to kill everyone like this.

What a bunch of shitty troublemakers, bastards who deserved their punishment. If most demon hunters didn't have their own principles, those troublemakers who always made things difficult for them would have been killed long ago.

Wayne complained a few words in his heart, then looked at the six mirror clones standing with him. He had to say that the six-ring mirror technique was really a very powerful magic.

With just one spell, one could create six clones with half the strength of the original body. Although the clones could not use powerful magic and could only rely on their own physical strength and only existed for fifteen minutes, this spell could increase the strength of powerful warriors by three or four times within fifteen minutes.

It may not be so useful against experts, but when used against small fry, it is simply a magical skill for clearing out the enemies and also a magical skill for showing off.

After all, for the small fry, there is no difference between half the strength and full strength, as they can be killed instantly anyway.

After making sure that there were no enemies resisting on the field, Wayne waved to his clone and conveyed the thoughts in his mind at the same time.

Those clones seemed like soldiers. They immediately came to the non-human races who were still tied up in the center of the square, and cut the ropes on their bodies with the swords in their hands.

However, facing the clone who was covered in blood and looked like a demon from hell, these civilian survivors of the inhuman race were also very terrified, fearing that Wayne would use the butcher knife in his hand on them as well.

Just as Wayne was thinking about how to comfort these frightened and helpless non-human civilians, Francesca's voice suddenly rang out from the Rubik's cube-like communicator in his arms.

"Wayne, let me comfort them."

"Although I really want to say that you did a good job, I have to say that you went a little too far."

The elven sorceress' voice was filled with shock and helplessness, but still so pleasant to the ear.

"Killing nearly two hundred humans at once, using unconventional methods like you did, using strange magic, will definitely attract an investigation from the Warlock Brotherhood."

"But I still want to thank you for doing what I have always wanted to do."

"I also want to be like you and kill those scums who harm our compatriots without any scruples, but I can't do that."

"The higher-ups in the Brotherhood of Warlocks are too familiar with me. Once I use large-scale magic, they will definitely be able to detect it."

"Okay, just stay like this, don't speak, and disguise yourself as a magic puppet knight."

"I'll take care of the rest."

As Francesca's voice fell, a slender figure covered in a black cloak suddenly appeared in front of those non-human races.

As she appeared, a disguised but equally pleasant voice was heard in the elven language by all the non-human races present.

"Don't worry, fellow countrymen. We will get you out of here."

(End of this chapter)