16: The pig that slaughtered people eventually became a vicious pig.

As Fatty led the Demonic Boars out of the village, the sunlight just crested the mountain peaks, stretching their shadows long.

The humans in the village came out to investigate the commotion...

...only to see a mess everywhere and that pig-man riding a Demonic Boar, holding a giant Butcher Blade.

The villagers were scared to the point of Soul Flying Away and Spirit Scattering, turning around to run toward the neighboring village.

"Catch them! Don't let them spread the word!"

With Fatty's command, the Demonic Boars behind him immediately scattered, pouncing on the fleeing humans like hungry wolves.

Screams rose one after another, and soon, the entire village became a place of dead silence.

Fatty did not linger; he knew the humans would not let this go.

The village where Old Lin lived was just a small place; fifty li to the south was Bluestone City.

That was the largest city-state in the area, guarded by a Knight order and overseen by Mages.

In his past life, he had heard Old Lin say that the Knights of Bluestone City could lift a hundred-jin spear with one hand, and Mages could summon fireballs to burn through roofs.

"Are you afraid?"

Fatty turned back to ask the Demonic Boars behind him.

"No!"

The synchronized roar shook the leaves until they rustled down.

A bloodthirsty light gleamed in the eyes of the Demonic Boars.

Their past fear and resentment had now transformed into the flames of vengeful fury.

They only wanted to make those humans, who once slaughtered them, taste every bit of pain.

Fatty grinned and patted the neck of the Demonic Boar he was riding.

"Then let's go! Flatten Bluestone City!"

A journey of fifty li would take a day for an ordinary pig...

...but for the Demonic Boars transformed by Devilish Qi, it was only a matter of half an hour.

When they appeared outside the gates of Bluestone City...

The soldiers guarding the city were stunned.

"Wh... what is that? Pigs? Have they become spirits?"

A soldier rubbed his eyes, unable to believe the scene before him.

The general on the city wall frowned and drew his sword.

"Fire! Quick, fire arrows! Don't let them get near the gate!"

A dense rain of arrows shot toward Fatty and the Demonic Boars...

...but before the tips could even touch their bodies...

...they were shattered into powder by the Devilish Qi radiating from Fatty.

Fatty raised his Butcher Blade and swung it violently at the city gate.

The thick oak gate was split in half as if it were made of paper.

Wood splinters flew everywhere, and the soldiers behind the gate were crushed to pieces.

"Charge in!"

Fatty took the lead, his Butcher Blade sweeping across, cutting the rushing soldiers in half at the waist.

The Demonic Boars followed closely, biting with tusks and tearing with claws; the city instantly became a chaotic mess.

Human screams, the clashing of weapons, and the roars of Demonic Boars intertwined into a symphony of death.

"Where is the Knight order?!"

A Knight in golden armor rushed out; he was the Knight Commander of Bluestone City, named Raimon.

Raimon held a long spear, his warhorse neighing beneath him, followed by a hundred fully armed Knights.

They formed a neat formation, their spears pointing directly at Fatty and the Demonic Boars.

"Charge!"

At Raimon's command, the hundred Knights charged simultaneously, their spears like a forest, piercing toward the herd of Demonic Boars with the sound of breaking wind.

Fatty snorted coldly and leaped into the air. His Butcher Blade drew an arc in the sky, and black-purple Devilish Qi condensed into a massive Saber Qi.

As the Saber Qi swept past, the Knights' spears snapped instantly, and the four legs of their warhorses were severed cleanly.

The Knights fell to the ground, and before they could even crawl back up, they were torn apart by the charging Demonic Boars.

Raimon's pupils constricted; he never expected the power of this Demonic Boar to be so terrifying.

He gripped his spear tightly and turned his horse, attempting to circle behind Fatty for a sneak attack.

But Fatty had already seen through his intentions and swung his blade back.

The Saber Qi pierced directly through Raimon's armor and passed through his chest.

Raimon fell from his horse, spitting blood. Watching Fatty approach step by step, he said with difficulty:

"You... you will face divine retribution..."

"Divine retribution?"

Fatty laughed, a cruel laugh.

"When humans were slaughtering us, why didn't the heavens punish you?"

He raised his Butcher Blade and ended Raimon's life.

Just then, a chanting sound came from the center of the city.

Fatty looked up and saw an old man in robes standing in the square.

He held a staff in his hand, and the gem at its tip glowed with a dazzling light.

The surrounding humans fell to their knees one after another, shouting...

"Lord Mage, save us!"

"It's the Chief Mage of Bluestone City, Merlin!"

A Demonic Boar responsible for intelligence gathering whispered to Fatty.

Merlin's chanting grew louder, and a massive fireball shot from the gem at the tip of his staff.

The fireball exploded in the air, turning into countless small fireballs that rained down on the Demonic Boars like raindrops.

"Hmph, mere parlor tricks."

Fatty raised his hand, the demonic runes on his palm lighting up as black-purple Devilish Qi condensed into a massive shield.

The small fireballs hit the shield and were instantly extinguished, leaving not a single mark.

Merlin's expression changed drastically; he hadn't expected his fireball spell to have no effect on the opponent.

He chanted again. This time, an ice spear shot from the tip of his staff.

The ice spear was over ten feet long, carrying a bone-chilling cold as it pierced directly toward Fatty's heart.

Fatty neither dodged nor avoided it, letting the ice spear strike his chest.

When the ice spear hit the demonic runes on his chest, it suddenly stopped, then shattered with a "crack."

"Impossible!"

Merlin's eyes widened, his face full of disbelief.

He had studied magic for decades, yet this was the first time he had encountered someone who could take his ice spear spell head-on.

Fatty walked toward Merlin step by step, Devilish Qi churning around him.

"Magic? Is it that impressive?"

He reached out and grabbed Merlin's staff, snapping it with a violent wrench.

The staff broke into two pieces, and the gem at the top fell to the ground, shattering.

Without his staff, Merlin was like a tiger that had lost its teeth, instantly losing his confidence.

He turned to run but was stepped on by Fatty, pinned to the ground and unable to move.

"Couldn't you summon fireballs?"

Fatty's Butcher Blade pressed against the back of Merlin's head.

"Why aren't you summoning them anymore? Burn me!"

Merlin trembled with fear, his mouth repeatedly crying out for mercy.

Fatty ignored him. The Butcher Blade fell, and Merlin's head rolled onto the ground.

His eyes were still wide open, filled with terror and resentment.

With Merlin dealt with, there was no power left in Bluestone City that could stop Fatty.

The Demonic Boars slaughtered wantonly in the city, human corpses piling up into mountains.

Blood dyed the streets red, and even the water in the river turned crimson.

Fatty stood on the city wall of Bluestone City, watching his kin run rampant in the city, his crimson eyes filled with satisfaction.

"Next, Black Iron City!"

Fatty raised his Butcher Blade and pointed north.

Black Iron City was larger than Bluestone City, and its defenses were tighter.

Not only were there Knight orders and Mages in the city, but there was also a Warrior Guild specifically for hunting demonic creatures.

When Fatty appeared outside the gates of Black Iron City with the Demonic Boars, the soldiers on the wall were already prepared, with bows, catapults, and magic cannons all aimed at them.

"Fire!"

At the general's command, the bows and catapults fired simultaneously.

The magic cannons also spat out massive fireballs, heading straight for the Demonic Boar herd.

Fatty sneered and channeled the Devilish Qi within him, condensing it into a massive protective barrier in front of the Demonic Boars.

The arrows and stones hit the barrier and were instantly deflected.

The fireballs from the magic cannons were also blocked by the barrier, turning into a shower of sparks.

"Charge in!"

At Fatty's command, the Demonic Boars rushed toward the city gate like a tide.

The gate of Black Iron City was forged from fine iron, much sturdier than the oak gate of Bluestone City.

But when Fatty's Butcher Blade struck, the iron gate was still cleaved with a massive gap.

The Demonic Boars swarmed in, engaging in a fierce battle with the Knights, Mages, and warriors of Black Iron City.

The Knights' spears pierced at the Demonic Boars, only to be deflected by their scales.

The Mages' magic attacks landed on the Demonic Boars, leaving only faint marks.

The warriors' swords and sabers struck the boars' claws, but the recoil left their hands numb.

The president of Black Iron City's Warrior Guild, a burly man holding a giant axe, was furious to see his subordinates falling one by one.

He raised his giant axe and charged at Fatty, the axe whistling through the air as it swung toward Fatty's head.

Fatty raised his hand to block the giant axe. The beast claw and the axe collided, producing a loud "clang."

The burly man hadn't expected Fatty's strength to be so immense; his own arms were shaken to the point of numbness.

He tried to pull back his axe, only to find it firmly gripped by Fatty, unable to move.

"Is this all the strength you have?"

Fatty sneered and exerted force, lifting the man along with his axe and slamming him heavily onto the ground.

The sound of the man's bones shattering was clearly audible; he spat blood and died on the spot.

Having dealt with the burly man, Fatty continued his slaughter in the city.

Every time his Butcher Blade fell, it claimed several lives.

Humans were as fragile as ants before him.

The Demonic Boars also grew increasingly ferocious, moving from initial fearful killing...

...to habitual killing, and now to enjoying the slaughter.

After three days and three nights, Black Iron City was completely conquered by Fatty and the Demonic Boars.

The humans in the city were either killed or captured, locked in the pigpens that once held pigs.

Fatty stood in the palace of Black Iron City, sitting on the throne that once belonged to the City Lord.

Looking at the Demonic Boars kneeling below, a sense of unprecedented accomplishment surged in his heart.

"We have already conquered two cities."

Fatty's voice, vibrating with Devilish Qi, echoed throughout the palace.

"But this is not enough! We will conquer the entire country, the entire continent, the entire world!"

"Make all humans our slaves, let them be just like we were!"

"Living in pigpens, eating the worst food, and waiting to be slaughtered!"

"Roar! Conquer the world! Conquer humanity!"

The Demonic Boars let out a synchronized roar, the sound shaking the palace roof.

Fatty stood up, walked to the palace window, and looked into the distance.

He knew there were more cities and more enemies ahead.

Knights, Mages, warriors, and perhaps even more powerful existences.

But he was not afraid; he had the power bestowed by the Devil King, Qin Jiuge, and millions of Demonic Boar kin.

He wanted humans to know that the Boar Race was no longer livestock to be slaughtered at will, but the Dominator of this world!