Translated by XephiZ

Edited by Aelryinth

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"If you knew there were poppies in Mr. Lin's olive grove, why would you Summon the enraged demon? You have overdone it!" Mo Fan exclaimed.

"No, that's not the case! We didn't know Mr. Lin was planting poppies in the olive grove, we thought he was just a normal businessman. We only found out he was planting poppies after the incident. He didn't dare to tell the truth, so he sided with us to trick the government. However, he recently found out that a young man who had worked in the olive grove was still alive from his daughter, so we sent someone to keep an eye on him and wait for a chance to kill him!" Babbitt said.

"Your godfather's demon, is it a titan?" Mo Fan demanded.

Harper had insisted he saw a sea titan with a cross mark on its back.

"It's a Demon Titan, similar to the Tyrant Titans," Babbitt confirmed.

Secretary Richard noticed Mo Fan was asking Babbitt a lot of questions. Babbitt had pretty much blurted out everything he knew. It was obvious that Babbitt was on the verge of breaking down mentally.

"Alright, that's all I want to know. Secretary Richard, I'm sorry, I will have to execute you," Mo Fan said.

Secretary Richard's eyes widened. He immediately exclaimed, "Please, don't kill me! You can turn me in to the military tribunal! I will tell them everything I know, including a lot of people who were involved in the incident. Don't you want to know who they are? Don't kill me, hand me over to the military tribunal! I swear with my soul that I'll tell the truth, including everything the Guild of the Wicked has done in the past!"

Mo Fan shook his head. He lifted Babbitt, who was as limp as a pile of mud.

Mo Fan slowly walked away from the dilapidated military academy. Secretary Richard did not dare to move, and could only watch Mo Fan's back.

The reason why Secretary Richard did not dare to move was because he sensed a cold presence behind him.

"Secretary Richard, it's true that you can confess if I hand you to the military tribunal, but I'm afraid the process of putting you to a trial and finding witnesses is going to keep you alive for a year or two. The military tribunal might even provide you with a comfortable environment to stay in for the time being in return for your cooperation. Perhaps they might sentence you to life imprisonment considering your contributions to the military, allowing you to escape death..." Mo Fan said as he was walking away. At the same time, the demon shadow behind Secretary Richard thickened. Its ghastly blood-red eyes could tear a soul into pieces.

"I bet it's the outcome you are looking for, but do you think you deserve it after what you have done?

"I won't hand you over to the military tribunal. I wasn't interested in the people you mentioned, either. I just want you to pay for your crimes.

"I'm condemning you to Hell, the one I've created for scum like you!"

The shadow demon thickened again, emitting a terrifying aura of darkness.

Secretary Richard slowly turned around and saw the shadow demon there was holding fetters and handcuffs. It had such a strong presence that Secretary Richard did not even have the will to defend himself.

"An… An Elder of the Shadow Tribe!" Secretary Richard was knowledgeable enough to recognize the Darkness Creature!

He did not think Mo Fan was able to summon an Elder of the Shadow Tribe!

"I guess I don't have to explain to you what it does since you can recognize it," Mo Fan turned around and looked at Secretary Richard who was under the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's control in the distance.

Babbitt also looked back while trembling. He almost fainted when he saw the Elder of the Shadow Tribe's eyes. The more wicked acts he had done, the more afraid he was of Darkness Creatures. The Elder of the Shadow Tribe was a torturer from Hell. In other words, even dying was not enough to pay for the crimes they had committed!

"No, don't, don't do it! Kill me, kill me please!" Secretary Richard completely lost his mind.

The Dark Plane was no different from Hell. Every soul that was dragged into the Dark Plane would undergo sufferings that were a hundred times worse than death. Their soul would be boiled, crushed, sliced, and shattered for eternity!

The pain of death was only temporary. They would only be reluctant to part ways with the living world at most, but it was nothing compared to being dragged into the Dark Plane!

Those who had performed a lot of misdeeds were the most afraid of the Dark Plane, as people who had died with great hatred might end up as Darkness Creatures in the Dark Plane. When the culprit of their sufferings entered the Dark Plane, these Darkness Creatures would make the culprit suffer!

"Don't pull me, stop dragging me!"

Secretary Richard swung his arms wildly. He picked up a stone nearby to hit himself in the temple when he realized the Elder of the Shadow Tribe was dragging him into the Dark Plane.

Secretary Richard wanted to end his life. He had finally witnessed how terrifying Mo Fan truly was, but it was already too late. How could an Elder of the Shadow Tribe possibly give its prey a chance to end their life?

Secretary Richard's hand froze in the air. A chain was tied around it.

The stone was only a few centimeters away from his temple, yet he had failed to get his wish. The Elder of the Shadow Tribe stuck a hook into Secretary Richard's body after it locked him in place.

With a wrenching pull, Secretary Richard's soul was dragged out of his body. General Jessica, the Battlemages, and the officer who was at the entrance previously were all watching it.

It really dragged the man's soul out of his body!

The Elder of the Shadow Tribe whistled like a happy farmer who had just captured a wild boar. It draped the chain over its shoulder and was confident that Secretary Richard's soul had no chance of breaking free. It slowly walked deeper into the abyss of Hell.

The chain was extremely long. The Elder of the Shadow Tribe dragged Secretary Richard's soul behind it like a terrified young deer. It did not resist, as it was extremely weak. It stumbled continuously as the chain kept pulling it forward. It could not make any noises despite its cries of agony.

The moon was ice cold as it shone down upon the debris of the military academy. Mo Fan was carrying Babbitt, who was as good as dead, with him as he headed toward Green Sprouts Island. Meanwhile, the Shadow of the Elder Tribe who looked just like Mo Fan was happily dragging Secretary Richard deeper into Hell. Its chain kept making piercing clanks.

The two Mo Fans were walking into the distance with their backs to one another. It was a strange sight. General Jessica and the rest of the soldiers who did not dare intervene could not help but shiver in fear!