Bai Zhi was stunned for a moment, then realized she had been tricked.
"Roar!" She let out an angry roar, like an enraged beast, charging towards the broken wall, wanting to catch up to Karl.
After estimating a distance of five hundred meters between them, Karl directly used Time Stop.
Evil God's Dependents are not affected by Time Stop.
However, his Time Stop creates an independent timeline; as long as he doesn't pull her into its range, it's equivalent to indirectly stopping her time.
Karl used "Peeking/Scrutiny" to shrink his body to 10cm and casually found a corner.
After running 250 meters, he released Time Stop.
Behind him, Bai Zhi's angry roars and sounds of chaos echoed; he had killed quite a few people inside, and he even saw rows of soldiers.
They were rushing to the City Lord's Mansion in a panic.
Karl, under the cover of night, quietly returned to the herb shop.
He saw Hill wearing a straw hat, concealed in the shadows.
"Is everything arranged?" Karl asked in a low voice.
Hill nodded: "I've already had someone escort those sisters to San Marino City."
As she spoke, she eyed Karl suspiciously: "What exactly did you do? I saw soldiers from all over the city gathering at the City Lord's Mansion."
Karl waved his hand: "It's nothing, just killed another son of that Grand Duke."
"..." Hill's mouth twitched, and she re-examined Karl; she had actually seriously considered defecting to Kasha.
Now she had to re-evaluate this Evil Dragon whose mind was filled with nothing but men and women.
Could he really be an assassination genius?
Hill stared at Karl's youthful appearance; as a Black Dragon, he was not only handsome but also carried a hint of wickedness when he smiled, making him utterly devastating to women.
For a moment, she couldn't understand Karl; his mind was always on women, yet he was surprisingly reliable when it came to business.
"Are we leaving?"
Hill turned her head to look outside the alley; the footsteps of the City Guards and chaotic shouts intertwined into a cacophony, and the beams of illumination magic lit up the distant Duke's Mansion as if it were daytime.
There were also various magical barriers rising, clearly intended to prevent the culprit from escaping.
But they didn't know Karl had already fled the Duke's Mansion.
"It won't be long before they search here."
Hill's gaze quickly swept around; seeing this formation, even she, specializing in stealth, felt a chill in her heart.
Grand Duke Sophie's three children had been successively ambushed and killed by Karl.
She could imagine that Grand Duke, whether out of familial affection or aristocratic dignity, would dig three feet deep to find Karl and grind him to dust.
Hearing this, Karl looked at the bustling Duke's Mansion with disdain: "Leave? Hill, you seem to have forgotten our true purpose here, to destroy the 'farm'. The main act has just begun."
"?" Hill's eyelid twitched violently; Karl's behavior was tantamount to dancing on a grave.
"Don't just stand there, you should know where the 'farm' is."
Karl finished speaking, and his body suddenly began to shrink, instantly becoming a 10-centimeter tall little person.
Then he leaped from Hill's collar and hid inside her clothes.
Dark Elves don't have large chests, but fortunately, the leather armor had a binding effect, so he was held in place and didn't fall out.
"Hurry, now is when the farm guards are at their fewest."
"..." Hill's brown skin changed, even in the darkness.
The distant illumination magic was rapidly spreading outwards from the Duke's Mansion; clearly, their search radius was expanding quickly.
This Grand Duke of the Northern Territory really intended to dig three feet deep.
Hill's heart pounded violently; she had forgotten the last time she was this nervous.
"Bastard!"
Hill cursed inwardly, angry and helpless; if she continued to be this crazy with Karl, her entire clan might fall into the pit with him.
"Once this is over, I'll go pledge allegiance to Kasha."
Her slightly improved impression of Karl quickly plummeted back to freezing point.
Hill made up her mind, turned around, and cast stealth, her figure disappearing into the darkness like a ghost.
The empire's famous "farm" was located three kilometers outside of Vladimir City.
With the cover of night, Hill's figure was like a transparent ghost, silently weaving through the tree shadows, leaving only a series of blurred spatial ripples as she moved quickly.
If one didn't look carefully, they wouldn't even notice anyone had passed by.
Just as Hill had covered half the distance, a heavy thud of hooves came from afar, and a squad of cavalry appeared in sight.
They rode not ordinary warhorses, but silver giant wolves nearly two meters long.
These giant wolves, as they ran, were like a silver torrent, kicking up dust, galloping towards Vladimir City at astonishing speed.
The moment the cavalry appeared, Hill melted into the nearby shadows.
Only when the last trace of silver light disappeared over the horizon did she slowly exhale and emerge from her hiding place; as an assassin, she hated encountering organized armies on open plains the most.
If surrounded, even with a rank advantage, it was easy to get caught in a wheel war and be worn down to death.
"Are these the legendary Blood Wolf Cavalry?" Karl poked his head out from her chest; he had been watching those wolf riders.
They were tall and muscular, many even possessing beast ears, clearly not pure-blooded humans.
"These are Mixed-blood Species, aren't they?"
"That's right," Hill responded, already having the thought of leaving Karl once this was over, and now acting with even more patience: "Nine-tenths of the Blood Wolf Cavalry under the Grand Duke of the Northern Territory are Mixed-blood Species. Because of their mixed heritage, it's difficult for them to break through the Fourth Rank. But as soldiers, their superhuman physical qualities make them absolute elites."
"Moreover..." A subtle glint flashed in Hill's eyes: "They are often more loyal and fearless of death than ordinary soldiers."
"How ironic," Karl sneered: "A farm that oppresses Mixed-blood Species is guarded by these very Mixed-blood Species themselves."
"Let's go." Karl retracted his head into her chest.
Hill nodded slightly, her figure once again merging with the darkness.
They had just walked a short distance.
"Oh, right." Karl poked his head out again: "When we rescue those guys later, help me throw them all into the school, watch over them, and let them stay with the Children. After they complete their compulsory education, then grant them commoner status."
"Hmm." A hint of surprise flashed in Hill's eyes; she understood the purpose of Karl's arrangement.
Those Mixed-blood Species, raised as commodities, had no self-awareness whatsoever.
She thought that given Karl's behavior logic, which was entirely focused on women, he would keep them all as personal possessions; that seemed more like something he would do.
He was actually genuinely being a good person.
"Idiot."
Hill muttered inwardly, feeling it was a complete waste, and quickened her pace.
After a few steps, her body suddenly trembled.
A question she hadn't deeply considered before suddenly emerged: Karl actually intended to rescue all the Mixed-blood Species from the farm.
And even bring them all back to San Marino City?
Leaving aside whether the rescue would be successful.
Even if they succeeded.
How could they, with such a large group of people, possibly evade Duke Sophie's strict pursuit and return safely to San Marino City?
Even more terrifying was that.
After hearing the command, she had subconsciously assumed Karl could accomplish all of this.
This blind trust made her feel a chill of fear.
"What is wrong with me?"
Hill was unsettled but didn't delay her journey, unconsciously arriving at the outskirts of the farm.
"It's really big!" Karl narrowed his eyes; the scale of this camp was no less than a small town, and as far as the eye could see, there were large rooms everywhere.
Like livestock, beautiful or strong Mixed-blood Species were bred here.
Karl leaped out of Hill's embrace, his body instantly returning to its original size.
The next second, his figure changed again, his height suddenly soaring to two meters.
Sharp black dragon horns grew on his head, his pupils turned into golden vertical slits, his hands transformed into sharp dragon claws, and black wings and a dragon tail unfolded behind him.
This was his half-dragon state, and theoretically, his most suitable form for combat.
Karl looked at the "farm" before him, his voice calm: "I promised Yi Hu I would destroy this place, and now, I am here."
He flapped his wings to accelerate, his figure instantly transforming into a black lightning bolt, charging towards the farm.
Two guards didn't even have time to react before Karl was already in front of them.
His two dragon claws, like iron pincers, fiercely grabbed their heads; before they could scream, with a "crunch," he simultaneously crushed their skulls.
Karl casually tossed the two guard corpses to the ground; at this moment, the surrounding crowd finally reacted: "It's a Dragon!"
A guard screamed in terror, and they shrieked in fear, scattering in all directions.
Karl had no intention of letting them go.
After reaching the Fifth Rank, he still couldn't contend with true powerhouses, but against the guards here, who were at most Fourth Rank, his slaughter efficiency was astonishingly fast.
He flapped his black wings, like a bolt of lightning, instantly catching up to a fleeing guard.
Karl's dragon claw swung suddenly, piercing the guard's back, then fiercely pulled out, still holding a beating heart, which he crushed with a "thump," sending a spray of blood.
He let the blood splatter on his cheek and moved to the next target.
In the midst of the slaughter, Karl shoved open the door of a large rectangular building, and after seeing the scene inside, he paused slightly.
He saw many Cat-eared Girls and youths crammed into iron cages on both sides.
It seemed this was a place specifically for breeding Cat Girls.
When they saw Karl covered in blood walk in, they all screamed and huddled together, hiding at the edge of the iron cages, their eyes filled with terror.
The older Cat-eared Girls further inside had more numb expressions.
Karl ignored them, his gaze sweeping over the iron cages, finally landing on a few Middle-aged Men outside the cages.
Upon seeing Karl, these Middle-aged Men immediately knelt on the ground, desperately kowtowing and begging for mercy: "I don't know anything, we're just responsible for feeding them, please, my lord, spare me!"
Karl's figure flickered, and with one hand, he lifted one of the Middle-aged Men.
With a crisp "crack!" he directly crushed the Middle-aged Man's throat, then threw the corpse to the ground.
Then he bared his teeth, revealing a cruel smile: "You seem to have misunderstood, I am a bad person! I don't care if it has anything to do with you."
"Ah!!!" The others screamed in terror, running wildly.
However, Karl became more and more skilled with each kill.
He discovered that, as a Dragon, he seemed to have a strange bonus for slaughtering the weak; his killing efficiency was exceptionally fast.
Before long, Karl had crushed all their heads one by one, or pierced through their bodies.
The air was filled with a terrible smell of blood.
Karl even felt that his power as an Evil Dragon had grown somewhat, though the improvement was minuscule.
Compared to developing new positions, it was utterly cost-ineffective.
After Karl had cleanly killed the humans, he turned around, his gaze falling on the Cat-eared youths and girls trapped in the cages.
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