I’m Really Not Trying to Be Chased by the Heroine as the Villainous Playboy! – Chapter 931

Chapter 28: Blood-Stained Council

With fingers intertwined beneath his chin, Valoran sighed darkly, “It’s best to have evidence before pointing fingers.”

“Janthea, you’re still too young. Without evidence, such accusations cannot serve as judgment; they are slander. You only tarnish the court’s sanctity and damage your own reputation.”

Facing Valoran’s elder-like tone that was meant to teach, Janthea remained expressionless: “Perhaps that’s true for a ruler.”

“I admit, my methods aren’t as good as yours.”

“But for a mother, evidence isn’t necessary.”

As the cold words fell, a massive green magic circle appeared, binding Valoran and his supporters to their seats with extending green chains.

Then, countless long-awaited Rangers swarmed in, all drawing bows aimed at Valoran and his supporters.

This move clearly frightened the wavering council members.

But Janthea didn’t care.

The head of the council had never been this furious, a storm raging in her emerald eyes like Nia’s: “The moment you targeted my daughter, you crossed my bottom line.”

“The political game ends here!”

“Rangers, seize Valoran and his cronies! As for any collusion with that cult or hidden schemes, I will investigate slowly!”

Council members aren’t necessarily strong.

However, the Rangers present were all elites from Sequence 7.

Along with the pre-set barrier, crafted specifically to suppress Elven bloodlines, the council members were utterly powerless, unable to offer any resistance.

Yet, Valoran laughed in the face of overwhelming odds.

“Well, tearing the mask off first, I see I underestimated your courage a bit.”

“But you don’t actually think this barrier can control me, do you?”

Valoran arrogantly raised his head, looking down with disdain: “Let me teach you one more thing, little girl.”

“Bravery needs strength to back it up!”

“The winner after the political game isn’t determined by you yet!”

In an instant, a strange, overwhelming extraordinary fluctuation erupted from Valoran, dimming and shattering the emerald barrier into countless specks of light.

What a joke—this was a secret barrier capable of imprisoning mid-level extraordinary beings…

Realizing the terrifying strength he was up against, Janthea instinctively ordered: “Attack!”

Elven descendants were natural archers, and the Rangers excelled among them; each shot from them would rival a crossbow.

In moments, hundreds of arrows surged forth, wielding various extraordinary powers to create a storm that easily shredded Valoran’s body.

Valoran was pinned to the wall like a tattered doll by arrows.

However, instead of blood, oozing yellow-green pus emerged from his mangled body. His flesh withered rapidly, transforming into decayed vegetation at an even faster pace.

That was the power of All Things Wither.

As if feeling no pain, Valoran coldly chuckled, raising his hands suddenly.

Countless corrupted vines extended from the ground, sharp like spears and merciless like blades, rampaging through the entire meeting hall, unleashing a ruthless slaughter.

In an instant, blood rained down, dyeing the sunlight red.

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Meanwhile.

The entire Divine Tree trembled slightly.

In Nia’s room, sensing something unusual, Roy immediately opened his eyes.

Even though he wasn’t specialized in detection, a high-level extraordinary being’s senses were already far more acute than ordinary people.

He casually patted Nia’s backside: “Something’s off.”

Still a bit dazed and ready to complain, Nia instantly snapped to attention, sensing the change in the atmosphere outside, her face tightening.

“The guards outside… are gone?”

“And someone is coming,” Roy added, quickly tossing Nia her clothes.

“Go find the Rangers. I’ll handle the pursuers first and then come over.”

“Okay okay okay.”

In this critical moment, Nia didn’t dare to hesitate. After quickly changing clothes, she immediately jumped out the window, light as the wind. Years of sneaking out to play came in handy just then.

Roy, on the other hand, took his time getting dressed, even leisurely pouring a cup of herbal tea before finally putting on the Phantom Mask, transforming into Roderick, quietly waiting for the approaching presence.

The door was suddenly kicked open with a loud bang.

A young Elven man in black, masked and holding a knife dripping with blood, burst in.

Roy recognized him by the aura as the shadow elf who had followed them last night.

He first scanned the room, then looked at Roy, letting out a disappointed sigh: “I’m late, huh?”

“Well, let’s kill you first, then I’ll go after Miss Nia.”

“Though this ending suits you well.”

Roy glanced at him with interest: “What ending?”

“Being abandoned by Miss Nia, dying a pitiful and mundane death in a corner. Someone like you, an inconsequential adventurer, doesn’t deserve to stand beside Miss Nia anyway, doesn’t that suit your fate?” Tal toyed with the knife in his hand as if telling a ridiculous joke.

But to Roy, he was the real joke.

“Do you really think you’re worthy?”

“Of course I’m not worthy. The bloodline of a Forest Elf and the nickname ‘Nightingale,’ not just me, but even all my peers in the Verdant Council can’t compare to her, right? But so what?”

“It’s precisely because I’m unworthy that it feels even better when I have her!” Tal’s tone turned malevolent.

“Lord Valoran wants her dead, but before that, I can enjoy playing with the little nightingale I never deserved…”

“A bit too chatty for an assassin, aren’t you?” Roy smirked, finding it amusing.

As expected, Valoran was indeed targeting Nia. The tremor of the Divine Tree was definitely related to Valoran.

This Second-in-Command of the Verdant Council had sinister intentions from the beginning and was likely the biggest threat at this moment of crisis.

Tal’s smile faded, replaced with a hint of coldness.

“Doesn’t matter, you’re already dead.”

In the blink of an eye, Tal swung his dagger.

Just as he was about to strike, the boy before him showed no reaction, leaving Tal feeling a bit derisive.

The reason he talked so confidently was due to his full confidence in taking him down—this was called having the skill to be bold.

On the other hand, his opponent showed numerous flaws, completely defenseless, almost like a lamb waiting to be slaughtered.

Indeed, the reason he flopped last night was because of Nia. This guy was just a third-rate adventurer who was nothing but muscle—absolutely worthless!

In the split second of distraction, Tal’s dagger had already sliced across.

However, the dagger did not sever the opponent’s throat as he expected.

Tal felt as though he had struck an immovable fortress; a dazzling spark erupted from the clash, and the dagger shattered instantly.

Before he could react, his hand was firmly grabbed by the other, the terrifying strength clenching down like a tiger’s paw, crushing bone and causing Tal to scream out in pain.

Roy’s expression was completely unfazed as he merely waved his hand.

With a thunderous crash, the wall exploded. Tal was sent flying outwards like a kite with its string cut, trailing a streak of blood towards the Divine Tree.

Seated on the bed all along, Roy looked at the severed arm in his hand, scratching his head.

He had only intended to throw the guy against the wall.

Seems like high-level power was indeed hard to control.

Having stepped into higher ranks, Roy hadn’t fully adapted due to a lack of combat experience.

He just wanted to practice a bit with this assassin, but it turned out that guy didn’t even qualify to be a punching bag.