Cthulhu Fantasy : I Am The Great Old One

"Hurry up! Quick!"    

The warrior named Lapta flapped his wings as he shouted. The huge wings swept up a wild wind and fiercely whipped the bodies of the terrestrial species walking below.    

As a noble winged citizen, lapta never minded showing mercy to these lowly terrestrial species. For example, cutting off the heads of these slaves to give them a long vacation. But this time, it was not possible. The lords on top wanted the living ones. Thus, he could only use this kind of inefficient method to vent his dissatisfaction.    

However, these slaves still had to die in the end.    

Lapta also had some understanding of why the higher-ups would suddenly summon slaves. When he was heading to Floating City to listen to orders, lapta had also seen Archduke Tepisan eating blood from afar. In the beginning, he was still afraid of the archduke's ferociousness. But after leaving Floating City, this fear had completely turned into fanaticism.    

For a warrior, following a powerful leader was always better than following a useless leader. Although Archduke Tepisan had already achieved outstanding military achievements before this, but in the end, there are still some dishonorable defeats. However, it was different now.    

Lapta had personally witnessed that terrifying figure. He firmly believed that there was nothing in this world that could stop that pair of wings that covered the sky. With such powerful strength, Archduke Tepisan would definitely win, and even unify this continent. He might even become a true king. And under the command of such a great figure... he would naturally become a legendary figure.    

When he thought about how he was actually fortunate enough to follow that lord and accomplish such a great feat, lapta would be so excited that he would tremble.    

But...    

"Hurry up! Hurry up!"    

The fierce wind created by the wings fiercely whipped the slaves below, but the speed of the group still became slower and slower.    

Lapta's expression also became increasingly gloomy.    

These lowly terrestrial species... If they delayed the archduke's plan, would they be able to bear it?    

"Lord Lapta! Please let us rest for a while! We can't walk anymore! " A few terrestrial species that were obviously stronger were kneeling on the ground and shouting," Please, I beg of you, for the sake of the past... "    

"Relationship?"    

Lapta was so angry that he laughed.    

Of course he knew these terrestrial species. These few terrestrial species were the tax officers and landlords of Neribelon. Lapta did have some dealings with them on normal days - but so what?    

Slaves were slaves, and the leader of the slaves was naturally also a slave. The lives of all the slaves here could not even match the lives of a winged person, so how could they compare to the archduke's plan?    

"You are not willing to migrate?"    

"No! No!"    

The tax officer and the landlords looked at Lapta's gloomy expression and shook their heads in fear.    

"That's not what we meant! The merciful lord has given us more fertile land, how could we not be willing to migrate? It's just that we really can't move... "    

Can't walk?    

Lapta revealed a cold smile.    

You are stronger than the other slaves, yet you dare to say that you can't move?    

terrestrial species is a terrestrial species, you only know how to play dirty tricks.    

The sharp claws turned, and the sharp blade flashed with a cold light.    

Since he couldn't move, then he would rest.    

"Chi -"    

The sound of sharp blades cutting flesh rang out.    

The enormous wings swept through the air, carrying several large heads along with a few mouthfuls of blood that gushed out.    

"Hurry up and leave!"    

The sharp claws accurately hooked the heads that flew up. Laputa picked up the heads of the few terrestrial species that dared to offend him, circling around the slaves below.    

"Hurry up and leave! Hurry up! Otherwise, this will be your end! "    

Blood dripped down from their heads, scattering onto the slaves' bodies. The blood carried warmth, but the slaves were like boiling water, rushing forward in fear. Even the team's speed increased a bit because of this.    

Looking at the slaves below who had recovered their speed, lapta in the air nodded his head in satisfaction.    

As expected, these trash would only contribute when they saw blood.    

As for those who had their heads chopped off... just say that they were exhausted to death along the way. It was just a few slaves, he was a noble Wings citizen. The men above would at most punish him with some money. Although the amount was painful, it was still better than delaying. The archduke's plan was better... Hmm?    

In Lapta's line of sight, the team that had just recovered its speed once again slowed down, and even... stopped?    

"What's going on!?"    

Lapta furiously roared.    

"Do you want to die!? Hurry up and... it's you? "    

In Lapta's line of sight, a familiar, short and fat figure was blocking the front of the slave group.    

Cripple leg... it's that kid.    

Lapta remembered. Archduke Tepisan had recruited a slave soldier a while ago. At that time, it was this unknown slave that was caught in his hands and then thrown into the slave army. But this kid should be dead already, right? Why would he appear here?    

Forget it, he had just killed a few slaves. He could use this kid to make up the numbers.    

"Lowly bastard! Come here!"    

Lapta shouted loudly in the air.    

"I remember you! You became a deserter? Get over here! "    

...    

The short and fat figure remained unmoved.    

"You brat..."    

The furious Lapta suddenly flapped his huge wings, causing a strong wind to whip his short and fat body like a whip.    

This was a common technique used by commoners with wings to punish slaves. With Lapta's experience, he could even use the strong wind to beat the slaves to death.    

But... it was useless?    

The short and fat figure endured the fierce beating but remained unmoved, as if Lapta's beating was just scratching an itch.    

How could it be... ... What was that?    

Lapta's gaze focused on the short and fat figure's chest.    

A piece of silvery-white armor was stuck tightly to the short and fat figure's body, flickering with a metallic glow.    

Metal? How could a slave possess metal... No, that's not right.    

Recalling the anomaly just now, lapta shook his head.    

He understood why he couldn't touch this lowly terrestrial species.    

Not only did this slave not die on the battlefield, he also picked up the legendary magic tool...    

"Give it to me."    

Lapta's eyes had already turned red.    

"Give me the thing on your chest."    

The sharp claws turned, and the sharp blade once again flashed with a cold light.    

"Slaves don't deserve this kind of thing"    

When the short and fat figure saw the large blade, he obviously shrunk back a bit.    

But unexpectedly, the slave in front of him was actually shaking his head.    

"No way. This won't do!"    

No?    

A slave actually dared to reject a Wings citizen?    

Taking a deep breath, lapta raised his saber.    

Bastard...    

With a flap of his wings, lapta charged forward like a bolt of lightning.    

Then use your life...    

"Chi -"    

Lapta saw light.    

It was a fiery red light.