Necro carried her straight back inside the palace walls. Shen Tang guiltily averted her gaze, avoiding the sight of the headless corpses lying around.
It's over; after killing so many of his subordinates, won't this dog of a man become enraged and seek vengeance?
Shen Tang could see that Necro was an arrogant male. This kind of male was naturally drawn to the "delicate little white flower" act, so she decided to strike first:
"These rogue beastmen are too terrifying... They intended to do something horrible to me! You... you rebel army are all wicked villains! I hate it here, I want to leave, please let me go!"
She gently pounded on the man's chest, struggling, while covering her chest with the other hand, her eyes brimming with tears, the corners of her eyes reddened—which would make anyone feel pity for her.
Necro's expression suddenly darkened. He glanced at the beastmen corpses and, with a wave of his large hand, turned them into a mist of blood.
