Reincarnated as incubus: I didn't mean to seduce you!

"Were we discovered?"

The existence of the small giant with a white bone ornament belt around his waist, or more accurately called a barbarian, murmured in a low voice.

As he said this, heavy footsteps gradually came from the darkness.

Six barbarians, taller and more robust than average humans, emerged from the darkness.

Without any extra words, like a group of silent killing machines, they stood in front of the smaller, more frail-looking barbarian.

The short barbarian, whose facial lines were clearly visible, obviously had a status and identity different from his physique. He said in a low voice to the group:

"It doesn’t matter. As long as no living person sees us, this is a perfect stealth operation. However, the plan needs to change now."

The group disappeared into the darkness, heading towards a house with flickering candlelight at the end of the alley, leaving one person behind to clean up.

Entering the house, a small, secluded space hidden in a remote corner of Titan Town without even a ventilation design, as the door closed, it turned into an isolated secret chamber.

"Bone-Cracker, the plan needs to change a bit. Things have changed. That red-haired noblewoman, we can’t make a move on her.

It’s too strange. Clearly, there was no leak, but during the day, when she left the territory, many human spell swordsmen appeared around to protect her...

Why are there trusted aides not protecting the lord? This is even more excessive than those lazy chief guards!

And those liars, those sewer maggots rolling in the mud! They said the Incubus Lord was weak, but when I observed from afar, weak? Is that weak?

The eyes can’t be gouged out!

That person’s physique was already comparable to a barbarian. Earlier, I went to the dungeon and observed from afar. That guy, not easy to kill, let alone the human always by his side, as dangerous as a monster...

We are here to carry out the tribe’s plan, not to court death!"

"So what should we do?" The barbarian scratched his head. "Just tell me what to do. Bone-Cracker doesn’t like thinking, just tell me whose skull to crush."

The young barbarian grinned, looking at the corner of the room, revealing a cruel smile.

Hearing Bone-Cracker say this, everyone’s eyes turned to the corner, where a girl was tied to a chair, her mouth stuffed with a rag.

The barbarians’ expressions became strange.

Another barbarian, lacking Bone-Cracker’s indifference, said somewhat dissatisfied:

"How do we deal with her? Kill her directly?

According to the plan, either the Lancaster Lord or his fiancée must die. When it’s confirmed that those two are dead, then kill the student of the Plastic Science Monarch, and they will fulfill their promise...

But now we’ve only captured a girl. She’s seen our faces, we can’t let her live."

"Then kill her!" the leading barbarian said coldly.

Terror filled the girl’s eyes as she struggled madly against the ropes binding her to the chair.

Not paying much attention to the student of the faction monarch who had returned home, the Black Hand, after seeing her expression, paused: "You understand the tribal language?"

The girl nodded frantically, trying to prove that she indeed understood the tribal language and could communicate with them.

This is a joke. She had just become a student of a faction monarch, and she didn’t want to die inexplicably in this abandoned small house in her hometown without enjoying her youth.

She now deeply regretted it. Clearly, no familiar people remained in this territory. Why did she come back to this place of sorrow?

The professor had arranged a residence for her in the Royal Capital. Wouldn’t it be better to stay in the Royal Capital and not return? Why insist on coming back?

Thinking this, the fear in her eyes became clearer.

She could tell these barbarians really intended to kill her. Doing nothing would mean the end of her future.

She thought that nodding to show she understood the tribal language would at least give her a chance to communicate with the barbarians, but unexpectedly, the one called the Black Hand wouldn’t even give her a chance, coldly saying:

"You understand the tribal language and have seen our faces. You definitely need to die. Don’t leave trouble for the tribe.

Empty promises are as worthless as leaves used for wiping. They have no meaning.

If they don’t honor their promise, we will just take from those liars. They are much weaker and easier to bully than the Bell Federation. As for this one... kill her directly."

They came to the Lancaster Territory with a mission. Everything they did here must not be discovered by outsiders. If they were discovered...

There was no ’if’!

As long as everyone who discovered them was dead, then nothing would be discovered.

He looked at the girl.

Judging by her age, she was about the same as his daughter.

A trace of pity flashed in his eyes but quickly disappeared, leaving no trace of compassion. He coldly said to his kin: "Send her on her way."

"Then I’ll begin..." Bone-Cracker grinned and walked straight over. He liked the wails and the sound of bones cracking when he crushed his prey’s bones.

But before he could reach the corner, a slap directly landed on the back of his head.

PAH!!!

Bone-Cracker shook his head, looking confusedly at the small leader: "Black Hand, why did you hit me?"

The Black Hand, both angry and frustrated, cursed: "What are you doing?"

Bone-Cracker, who was about to make a move, paused, still dazed: "Black Hand, as you ordered, kill her!"

The Black Hand nearly fainted from anger. He jumped up and slapped Bone-Cracker’s head again, saying fiercely: "Where are we now?"

"The Lancaster Territory!"

"I mean... what’s our environment?"

Bone-Cracker hesitated, then whispered: "A room not even big enough to lie down in?"

The Black Hand gritted his teeth: "Then do you want to splatter blood all over this temporary base, turning it into a mess? Take her outside, gag her. Don’t do it in here. Find a hidden corner and strangle her."

The Black Hand recalled something and added: "You don’t like using your brain, you don’t have enough food, tribal status, or your own tent. If you want someone to take interest in you, that’s impossible. You must be holding back badly.

When you go outside, make it quick and don’t leave any traces. The Magic Monarch’s student may not have started formal spell research yet, but she won’t be easy to handle without protective awareness."

Just as he said this, a chilling feeling surged through his heart.

The Black Hand’s pupils contracted sharply as the corner of the room got shattered, dozens of spears wrapped in azure spell power whistling through the air!

Quick to react, the Black Hand already had a short axe in hand, his muscles swelling as he frantically swung, shattering the spears heading his way.

But clearly, not everyone was the Black Hand.

Except for Bone-Cracker, who blocked the sudden attack at the cost of injury, other barbarians were either critically injured and killed on the spot or lay writhing, losing their ability to fight back.

"Bone-Cracker! What are you standing there for, you fool? Run!" the Black Hand roared. Bone-Cracker, knocked senseless by the barrage of attacks, instinctively crashed into a nearby wall.

The impact shattered the wall. Bone-Cracker rushed into the dark night, instinctively looking back.

The Black Hand didn’t fall back but roared and tried to charge into the encircling rangers.

But the next second, several threads emitting a faint cold light shot out. A cold figure flashed like a bolt of lightning, drawing an arc.

Even from afar, Bone-Cracker could feel the chilling killing intent in that cold light.

He instinctively knew it was too late.

Black Hand’s angry shout faintly echoed in his mind.

In reality, Black Hand’s head flew off in an instant.

"Chase him." He heard a distant, indifferent command.

Driven by fear, Bone-Cracker dared not stay, immediately darting into the darkness.