The Villainess Does It With Class

Chapter 72 - Lukas

A man stood in the middle of a silent battlefield. Underneath his boots was a corpse of a barbarian with a sword protruding from its chest. The man then pulled it out and crimson blood trickled down the earth, dripping from the tip of the sword. Brushing his hair backward, the man's purple eyes glowed as he surveyed the rest of the people around him. Those at the sidelines all took a step back when they saw him looking at them, feeling frightened.

Everywhere they look, there are bodies, and the whole place reeked of death. The barbarians who were once two platoons in numbers, dwindled down to just over 30 after this group came and infiltrated their camp. The scarier thing was, there were just three people, and they all had almost wiped them out.

The first attack came from a man with short ashy-grey hair. He walked right into their camp and when he got stopped by one of them, he immediately slit his throat open. Those who saw it were surprised at first, came back to their senses, and started charging towards him.

But before they could even get close, the people who were in the front all died from another man's sword, identical to the first.. It was so quick that they had not seen what had happened and were all caught by surprise. That's when chaos ensued.

The leader of the barbarians got notified of the invasion and immediately set off. When all of them were armed and ready to fight back, the two men retreated to their confusion.

'A diversion?' was his thoughts.

It wasn't. The two identical men had only waited for one other man to come. They both stand down as he came, walking like he has all the time in the world. If the barbarians thought that those two from earlier were adept killers, the last one was inhumane.

Dark flames surrounded him like a serpent, snaking around his feet all the way to his right arm which was holding a black sword stained with blood. His black messy hair fell over his eyes which he constantly ruffles with his gloved hands. His black cape was being blown by the wind, and if one would pay attention, the bottom part was also soaked in red. Black ink peeked at the side of his neck which was being covered by the collar of his top.

The dark-haired man lazily smiled, "That second camp of yours sure is troublesome. It made me late," he then announced in a carefree manner.

Just from his words alone, the leader immediately had a hunch. The group also attacked the other troops. But of course, the dark-haired man did it alone, but he has no way of knowing that.

Due to anger, the leader ordered his men to attack them. He has no qualms because there were only three of them, severely outnumbered.

"Leave that man to me," he said with gritted teeth and glared at the dark-haired one.

The barbarians who had gained confidence from the presence of their leader, all charged forward with swords drawn on both arms. The man in black smiled devilishly and charged as well, quick as lightning. Each step he took scorched the earth from the black flames that wrapped his body.

Not one moment longer, all of those who were at the forefront had their heads flying. One by one, they all dropped like flies on the ground and made a pool of dark crimson. Most of them could not stop their momentum and had died as well.

He caught the last person on their hair and beheaded them in one clean stroke. His body toppled over as his head remained on the hand of the dark-haired man. He looked at it for a second before flinging it to the side in nonchalance.

His purple eyes then turned to them, glinting with malice.

"Come forward, or I will," he declared, warning them.