I became the slime toy of the evil dragon girl?

Chapter 125 Eating Children

Lilith immediately concealed all her presence, her silver eyes locking onto the target.

It was a person wearing a dark gray hooded robe, the hood pulled low so that his face was not visible.

He was hunched over, his movements were somewhat stiff, and he was carrying a bulging burlap sack in his hand.

The sack is moving.

Something inside was struggling, making faint, muffled whimpering sounds.

Lilith's silver eyes instantly turned cold.

She recognized the voice; it was human, and most likely a child's.

"Sacrifice—" she remembered the murmur she had just heard.

The man in the gray robe looked around.

Of course, he couldn't possibly spot Lilith, who was perfectly lurking in the shadows. He strode towards the west side of town and disappeared into an alley.

The coldness in Lilith's silver eyes was almost freezing.

"Sacrificing innocent children—this act is not merely defiled, it is utterly heinous!"

She remembered Lord Ian's orders: "Don't alert them," and "For now, focus on observation."

But she also remembered the faint sobbing sound coming from the sack.

The Shadow Fairy was torn by inner turmoil.

Reason told her that she should continue to lie low and wait for more intelligence.

But something stronger was churning inside me.

That is the pride of the Shadow Familiar, the sense of justice of the "Shadow Blade," and even more so—an instinct that cannot tolerate the sacrifice of innocents before one's eyes.

"No—" Lilith whispered in her heart, "The path of shadows, though lurking in darkness, is not cold-blooded. If I stand by and watch innocent children become sacrifices, how am I any different from those filthy things?"

She made a decision.

A shadow flickered, and Lilith's figure vanished from the shadows of the attic.

The next second, she appeared in the shadows at the corner of the alley, like a real ghost, silently following the gray-robed man.

The man in the gray robe walked very fast, completely unaware that someone was following him.

He walked through several narrow alleys and finally stopped in front of an abandoned barn, which was about halfway down from the cellar.

It's a town away, and even more remote.

The barn door was ajar.

The man in the gray robe pushed open the door and went in.

Lilith didn't follow immediately. Instead, she went around to the side of the barn, found a hole, and peered inside with her silver eyes.

The barn was very empty, with only a single candle lit in the center.

In the dim candlelight, a magic circle drawn on the ground with dark red paint could be seen. The magic circle looked simple yet evil.

In the center of the magic circle, a human boy who looked only six or seven years old was bound hand and foot, his mouth stuffed with a rag, staring wide-eyed in terror and making muffled noises.

Besides the gray-robed man who had just entered, there were two other people dressed similarly in the barn.

"The high priest said the formal ceremony will be tomorrow night," one of the grey-robed figures said, his voice hoarse, "but tonight we can 'process' the offerings to allow them to acclimatize to the abyss's atmosphere."

"Let's begin then." The gray-robed man carrying the sack threw it on the ground and pulled a black dagger from his robes.

The dagger was engraved with twisted runes and gleamed ominously in the candlelight.

The boy's sobs became more urgent, and he desperately tried to shrink back.

Lilith's silver eyes turned completely cold.

"Now."

She did not hesitate.

The shadow fairy's figure transformed into a real black mist, surging into the barn through the hole!

"Who?!"

The three gray-robed men became alert at the same time, but it was too late.

Lilith's goal is very clear.

The gray-robed man holding a dagger, preparing to attack the boy.

[Shadow Strike]!

Her figure cast a blur in the candlelight, appearing instantly behind the gray-robed man.

With his right hand forming a blade, imbued with shadow magic, he precisely slashed at the back of the gray-robed man's neck.

boom!

A muffled thud.

The gray-robed man froze!

The dagger in his hand clattered to the ground, and he slumped forward, unconscious.

The other two gray-robed men reacted and simultaneously drew their weapons: one a short staff, the other a scimitar.

"A monster?!" exclaimed the grey-robed man wielding a short staff. "How dare you interfere with the rituals of the Abyss!"

Lilith did not answer.

Her silver eyes were icy cold, and her body disappeared into the shadows again. The next second, she emerged from the side of the gray-robed man holding the scimitar and kicked him in the wrist.

The scimitar flew out of his hand.

The gray-robed man staggered back in pain, but Lilith had already turned to the gray-robed man wielding the short staff.

A dark red light shone from the short staff, and a corrosive ray of magic shot towards Lilith.

Lilith neither dodged nor evaded; a faint shadow shield appeared on her body.

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The rays struck the shield, making a corrosive sound, but were neutralized by shadow magic.

Lilith had already rushed in front of the other party.

Shadow Binding!

The shadow rose from the ground and entangled the gray-robed man's legs.

The gray-robed man struggled to cast a spell, but Lilith punched him in the stomach.

"Ugh!"

The gray-robed man bent over in pain, and his short staff slipped from his hand.

Lilith didn't stop; the Shadow Blade sliced ​​across her opponent's neck.

The second gray-robed man fell.

The gray-robed man wielding the scimitar had already retrieved his weapon and charged forward with a roar.

But Lilith didn't even look at him; she simply raised her hand and gently squeezed the shadow beneath his feet.

【Shadow Vortex】!

The gray-robed man's footing faltered, as if he had stepped into a sticky swamp.

He looked down and found that his shadow had come to life, wrapping around his legs like a vortex.

"Wh--when?!" the gray-robed man cried out in terror.

Lilith didn't answer, but simply walked up to him and slashed down with the same Shadow Sword.

The third gray-robed man fell.

The battle is over.

From the moment Lilith stormed into the barn to the moment two of the three grey-robed men died and one was knocked unconscious, the entire process took less than ten seconds.

The barn fell silent again, with only the candles still burning, making soft crackling sounds.

Lilith walked up to the boy, knelt down, cut the ropes binding him with her Shadow Sword, and removed the rag from his mouth.

The little boy was terrified; tears welled up in his eyes, but he didn't dare to cry out.

"Don't be afraid. Can you stand up?"

Lilith tried to soften her voice, but she had gone a little too far in trying to sound cool and aloof and couldn't take it back.

The little boy nodded and stood up, trembling.

Clearly, Lilith's swift and decisive killing of two people, with blood splattered all over her body, was terrifying.

She was especially not human—those butterfly wings on her back.

The boy shrank back and remained silent.

"If you don't speak, I'll eat the child!" Lilith threatened.

The boy quickly said, "I can stand up! Don't eat me! I-I-I—I'm smelly!"

Lilith looked at the three gray-robed figures on the ground, then at the boy.

It's too inconvenient to move around with a child, and there's a risk of danger.

Lilith thought for a moment and then had an idea.

"Please stay in the sack for a while longer," Lilith said coldly to the boy.

The boy looked incredulous. She thought to herself, "I finally don't have to die, why am I going to be put in a sack again? Is this some kind of double-cross? Am I really going to be eaten?"

As Mom always said, beautiful women are all devils! Especially this one with wings, she's even more...

Instead of going through the main entrance, she went around to the back of the tavern and found the window on the second floor with the light on.

The boss is still inside writing his business plan.

Lilith gently knocked on the window.

The boss was startled and looked up, only to see complete darkness outside the window.

He walked to the window with a puzzled look in his eyes and pushed it open.

"Who is it? Why are you knocking on the window in the middle of the night when there's a door? Are you out of your mind?!"

Before he could finish speaking, a wriggling sack was thrown in and slammed onto the floor with a thud.

Immediately afterward, a silver-haired figure flashed past the window, leaving behind only a cold sentence: "Keep an eye on him. And—your business plan is terrible! You'd be better off doing business with Lord Ian."

The boss stared dumbfounded at the gray-robed man on the ground, then looked at the empty night outside the window, his mind blank.

"Huh? Who are you optimistic about? How did you know I was writing a business plan?"

Before he could figure it out, he heard a child crying from inside the sack.

The boss was startled and quickly untied the sack.

In the darkness, a small, thin figure emerged from the sack.

It's Tom, the blacksmith's son from town! He just went missing a few days ago!

The boss quickly went to greet him: "Little Tom! What are you doing here? Who put you—"

"There are bad people!" Little Tom threw himself into his boss's arms, sobbing uncontrollably. "They kidnapped me! It was a silver-haired, winged—monster sister who saved me!"

Silver hair? And wings?

The boss suddenly remembered the figure that had flashed past the window just now.

Could it be that...?

The boss was panting heavily, his mind racing.

—Are they from the monster construction site?

They saved a child and then asked me to do business with them?

What's going on here? When did the monsters turn into this?

Regardless, the boss knew he had to make a choice.

Meanwhile, Lilith had already dragged the only unconscious gray-robed man back to the Happy House construction site.

She tossed the gray-robed man onto the edge of the concrete platform and stood in front of Ian.

Lilith spoke, her voice lower than usual.

"Lord Ian. The Shadow Blade has returned, bringing with him intelligence concerning the fate of this place—and a prisoner."