The Witch Hunter System

Boom!

Inside Fanghorn City's Residential Zone, the barrier protecting the City Lord's manor shattered under a sudden yet powerful attack. The impact shook the entire manor, alarming the Fanghorn Lord and high-ranking nobles.

Their expressions at that moment were one to behold.

"Quickly repair the barrier!" the Fanghorn Lord cried out in urgency, face pale with horror.

Although the nobles quickly restored the barrier within a few breaths, everyone's heart palpitated with dread. Everyone knew a few breaths of vulnerability was a few breaths too long.

Any number of enemies could have intruded within the manor during that time.

As such, no one felt safe, even after the new barrier was erected. This was because the nobles had a new guest among them in the big hall. The sight of a Dragonoid woman should have made the Fanghorn Lord overjoyed since reinforcement from Celestial City arrived.

However, the Dragonoid woman gave him a terribly wrong feeling based on her expression. It was no surprise since Lady Nurla glared at him like she was looking at her mortal enemy.

After all, although Lady Nurla did not know the details of Sir Mugim's email, she knew the Fanghorn Lord must have hidden important information.

Otherwise, Sir Mugim would have brought more people to resolve Fanghorn City's situation. At the same time, she would not have been reduced to a mere maidservant of a Land Dweller.

Since she couldn't defy Vaan, she could only direct her hatred and anger at the Fanghorn Lord.

"You are… Lady Nurla, right? Where is Lord Mugim?" the Fanghorn Lord asked carefully, not daring to approach the Dragonoid woman.

"Hmph!" Lady Nurla snorted before gritting her teeth. "You still have the gall to ask me?!"

"Be careful!" the Fanghorn Lord quickly warned everyone, sensing the danger from Lady Nurla spiked.

However, his warning came a step too late. Lady Nurla's dragon grip caught the neck of an unsuspecting Earl and raised him into the air, startling the latter. But despite the person's frightened resistance, he was like a helpless chicken in her grasp.

He could not free himself, nor did he need to.

The Earl immediately received his freedom in the next moment when Lady Nurla hurled him away. Unfortunately, she threw in the direction of the barrier outside the manor.

Bang!

The Earl slammed into the barrier heavily, causing it to ripple with waves of energy along its spherical surface. At the same time, all the organs in the Earl's body were displaced, and his bones shattered.

Although he didn't die outright due to his last-second protection of divine energy, he was still incapacitated due to heavy injuries.

"Lady Nurla, what is the meaning of this?!"

The high-ranking nobles quickly retreated from Lady Nurla with alarm and fear. They did not worry about being the quickest to get away; they only cared about not being the slowest.

After all, the slowest was the most likely to be caught next.

Just as they expected, Lady Nurla caught a Baron, who was the slowest of the group. After she threw him out of the manor, the Baron became another incapacitated body on the floor after slamming against the protective barrier.

Furthermore, the hall only had a limited amount of space. The remaining nobles could only retreat so far as they backed up against the wall with the Fanghorn Lord.

"S-Stop her!" the Fanghorn Lord cried.

However, no one dared to confront the Dragonoid woman. An insurmountable gap in power existed between them. Everyone knew they were not Lady Nurla's opponent.

After the third noble was hurled outside and became another incapacitated body, everyone wondered whether they should deactivate the barrier. After all, with Lady Nurla inside it, the barrier worked against them. Discover exclusive content at My Virtual Library Empire

Lady Nurla wasn't trapped inside with them; they were trapped inside with her.

Nevertheless, regardless of their choices, no one could escape their fate and retribution. Within five minutes, everyone inside the City Lord's manor became a captured target with their cultivation base sealed.

As they joined the queue for judgment from the public, many began to regret the bad choices they made in life, even before it reached their turn for torture. They had all seen the final outcome awaiting them.

If they were given a chance to turn over a new leaf, they would definitely take it.

Unfortunately, there was no one to give them such a chance, nor was anyone willing to. It was far too late for that. They weren't humans; they were vile beasts who deserved eternal damnation for the sins they had committed.

Why should they have any human rights when they have violated the rights of countless others?

The angry civilians showed them absolutely no mercy, only endless disgust, scorn, and brutality. The nobles had their warm bodies ravaged by sharp steel and violent chemicals, and their cold corpses drowned in endless spit.

The sword of justice wasn't pretty, but it was inevitable.

When the Fanghorn Lord met his eventual end, he experienced the most gruesome fate of them all. The Fanghorn General personally brought the City Lord's authority card over and offered it up to Vaan on one knee.

Along with the City Lord's authority card was Fanghorn City's firm allegiance.

The capture of Fanghorn City took much longer than the takeover of Moonwater City. However, Vaan, who was the spark of the revolution, earned the solid loyalty of not only the military but also the civilians.

At the same time, a sizable fraction of the civilian population expressed their desire to migrate to the surface. They had longed to live under the true sun and moon and experience the surface world that they had only learned about through stories.

Vaan had no reason to turn away such a large Lunaran population.

After all, the world was bound to change, and these civilians would all become part of the workforce that accelerated its development.

The forbidden hangar was opened, and the Fanghorn Starships were used to transport the civilians to the surface world.

Nevertheless, the UN could not accept such a large group of Lunaran Celestials immediately. Their difference in culture and values would also create problems that stump the wheel of progress.

As such, Vaan assigned the Fanghorn General in charge of filtering the civilian group and limiting the first batch of people to be transferred to the surface.

At the same time, he also introduced him to Henrietta, Astoria, and Emperor Varan, allowing them to establish a stable line of communication to discuss the development of Celestial Districts within their respective countries.

The dumb looks of surprise on their faces were quite amusing to Vaan.

Nevertheless, the process of integrating Celestials into the UN could only be taken one step at a time. Once the Celestail Districts were established and running without issues, only then would further batches of Celestial civilians be considered for transfer to the surface.

Absorbing the Celestial Kingdom was just like eating a giant cake; overeating would only upset the stomach. It had to be eaten one bite at a time. That said, the resources, manpower, and technology of Fanghorn City and Moonwater City alone were enough to hasten space development by at least tenfold.

It was hard to imagine how much Pangea would transform within a short time once all the cities of the Celestial Kingdom were conquered.

Vaan had to admit that the developments he pushed forward would change everyone's life as they know it. Many people would even find it difficult to adapt to the new world and get left behind by the rapid changes.

However, this issue was inconsequential compared to the bigger picture. A weak Pangea would only be eliminated in the great river of time.

On the grand scale of the current universe or even the boundless Chaos at large, Pangea was just an insignificant little planet. Whether it was planetary-level asteroids, nihility fractures, or black holes, any of these natural forces could easily obliterate Pangea from existence.

As such, strong planetary defenses and surveillance were necessary, whether it was to guard against Outer Beings or prepare for the next world.

…

A couple of hours later, Vaan waited at the Dragon Vein entrance for the arrival of the next group of Celestial Dragons. AI Pangea had informed him beforehand. As such, he prepared to summon Valefor again.

However, just as he opened a spatial rift and extended his hand inside to grab Valefor, his hand froze.

Valefor, who had been drilling battle knowledge into Sir Mugim, was on top of the latter.

Moreover, Sir Mugim had been beaten so badly that most of his dragon scales shattered, becoming bare-chested. Due to their position from Vaan's angle, the sight looked rather suggestive.

When Valefor sensed Vaan's repulsive and disappointed gaze, he realized how it might have looked to the latter. He instantly felt a chill, and his skin crawled with goosebumps.

"Finally coming out of the closet, eh? So, this is why you took the Dragonoid man away."

"Wait, this is not what it looks like! I swear it is not!"

"Sure, if you say so."

Vaan did not argue with Valefor; he readily acknowledged Valefor's claim. However, his unconvinced expression as he said this showed that he thought otherwise.

As such, Valefor almost wanted to cough up blood in anger.

"I'm not fucking gay, alright?!"

"Don't worry. I completely understand."

"Arghhh—!!!"

Valefor roared madly with frustration, indignance, and even depression after failing to convince Vaan, who obviously knew the truth but just wanted to mess around with him.

Why did interacting with Vaan have to be infuriating every time?!

What did he do to deserve this?!