Hell Inn: Rebirth - I Became a Chef in Hell

Chapter 217 Decapitation - S01E06

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"...Hahahaha! I think you're scared out of your wits, you little Eastern slut!"

"We've been lying in ambush for so long and you didn't even notice, but now that things aren't going your way, you're spouting nonsense here!"

"Come on! Not only did Colvion see through your pathetic scheme, but now you're putting on an act..."

"I wonder if your ** can handle all of us attacking at once?"

"Didn't the Broadcast Demon recently start a company with the Stars? Let's kill him first, and then we can free up the position of Sinner Lord for Corvian!"

"Damn it! Kill this pretentious son of a bitch!"

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Faced with the noisy and shameless mockery and insults, and the laughing sinners, the Eastern sinner remained expressionless.

But after a brief silence of a few seconds, she suddenly lowered her head as if relieved and smiled lightly.

Although you still don't understand why these guys are so dismissive of Alastor...

Clearly, you're more worried that broadcasting the demon's name won't achieve the desired deterrent effect than witnessing the sinners' revelry before you.

While Alastor is indeed your trump card to intimidate other sinners in place of the combat-inept 'Starry Night', his primary function is still to serve as your external brain.

You don't want any unknown individuals to cause any harm to your precious, intelligent person, nor do you want him to be in any danger.

But these days, besides other sinner lords, why would any other guy think he can easily harm the Broadcast Demon?

Is it because Alastor hasn't been showing off much lately?

Just a while ago, people were so scared of him that they would set themselves on fire...

I don't understand.

"Because I breathe the same air as you, I'm really afraid of becoming as stupid as you..."

"If things really turn out that way, I'd rather die."

"...But then I thought about it again, and it seems that killing you would be easier and more worthwhile."

The androgynous voice of the Eastern Sinner stood out amidst the gruff, lewd laughter.

At first, the sinners standing around her laughed as she talked to herself, since she was surrounded by a group of sinners in the middle.

...But after seeing what had happened after the woman finished speaking, the previously noisy laughter began to disappear from the front row—

Until all was quiet.

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Because the tall, graceful woman was now carrying a bloodied and mangled head in her hands.

'Faster than an instant.'

The thumping of the sinners' hearts became the substitute for silence and shock at this moment.

The dragon girl, who hadn't moved an inch, simply yawned lazily and then raised her tail in front of her.

The broadcasting demon, who was just threatened by the angel's weapon, was now sitting on the dark tail of the Eastern sinner.

Wendigo, who appeared as if by magic, casually crossed his legs, rubbing the dragon scales under his hand with one hand and holding his microphone cane with the other.

At this moment, the curled tail behind Wendigo looks like a simple throne formed by a python.

The sinner lord, sitting atop the dragon girl's tail, was like a precious jewel held in someone's hands.

He was spotless, with an arrogant expression and an elegant and noble demeanor as he looked at everything before him.

It's like looking at a group of insignificant ants.

"...Which fingers did you just use to touch my CEO?"

The female demon, supporting the scarlet gentleman with her tail, muttered this casually.

In her other hand she held a giant claw that was still connected to an angel weapon.

The criminal's severed hand was still attached to a sharp piece of white bone, with bits of flesh hanging precariously from it.

After coldly glancing at what was in his hand, the Eastern Sinner shrugged indifferently and casually tossed the half-armed hand to the ground.

Never mind.

With a solid thud, she said casually.

"Do you know what's going on?"

"Legend has it that after being beheaded, French chemist Antoine Laurent Lavoisier blinked 11 times to prove that he still retained consciousness after his head was separated from his body."

"So I hope your consciousness can linger for a shorter time than 11 seconds, which will reduce the pain somewhat."

"..."

Looking at the smiling figure, who seemed completely unconcerned, he lifted the head he was holding with his left hand, squinted at the fleshy ball of flesh beside him that still had its eyes open, and said this.

"...Hehe...Hahahaha!"

"Darling, no matter what, you're always the one who can make me laugh the most!"

Sitting on the tail, Alastor covered his mouth with his hand, shook his shoulders in a fake manner, and laughed without any restraint.

But right now, apart from the static of the broadcast and the cheers of the crowd, which sounded like a sinner lord praising someone...

However, none of the surrounding demons were able to respond.

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It all happened so fast.

...Or rather, neither "too fast" nor "in an instant" can adequately describe the shock of the sinners around them.

From killing the sinner who captured the Broadcast Demon to rescuing the Broadcast Demon; did this woman, whom they mocked as weak and indifferent, even use a single second of all that power?

That was something that was completely done in the blink of an eye!

It's a speed that even a headless corpse can't react to...!

Ironically, even the long-winded speech of this woman took longer than killing a criminal!

The head in the woman's hand still retained the defiant and arrogant expression it had when she was alive.

It wasn't until she tossed the lump of flesh away like trash that the corpse of the sinner, who had been standing in front of the crowd and was the first to start cursing at her, "reacted."

On the headless body, there was a cluster of conspicuous, bloody, and mangled cuts.

"呲呲-"

Just then, a faint sound of something breaking under the strain was heard.

Finally, the blood that had been released from the arteries began to gush outwards like a fountain in the eerie silence—

It's like a bottle of champagne being opened at a grand banquet.

"What's wrong? My audience?"

Seeing the current atmosphere, the dragon girl gently lowered her tail.

Wendigo landed effortlessly on the long, metallic tail.

The dragon's tail tip withdrew from the broadcast demon's body, and finally, as if checking if the latter was injured, it brushed against the other's waist and the hem of its clothes in a businesslike manner.

The female demon, who was doing all this on a whim, was now slowly wiping the blood swirling around her hands.

She lazily looked at the numerous sinners before her and drawled out her laughter:

"Even though you're going to hell, you should still go and learn your mother tongue properly, okay?"

"Immersed in unrealistic fantasies every day... I've even lost my ability to speak properly."

"Swearing is like whining."

The dragon girl, whose aura seemed completely different from before, smiled with narrowed eyes and teased him.

"However, I guess this should have been a more formal occasion... Please forgive me."

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"So, who wants to be next?"