How could ordinary residents possibly escape the Celestial Dragons' slaughter?
Only half a day had passed since the Celestial Dragons began acting without restraint.
Yet more than half the civilians across Burael had already been killed or wounded.
"Night is about to fall. Roy, hurry up and find me some more prey. This year, I'm definitely getting into the top five."
With a single slash, he killed the prey before him.
Saint Gareth's eyes had already turned bloodshot from all the killing.
Although Saint Bebius's death had thrown the entire hunt off its original rhythm, that did not mean the hunt would stop.
Avenging a Celestial Dragon was one matter.
The competition did not conflict with revenge.
The forest had been dyed red by firelight.
The scent of roasted meat permeated the entire island.
"Yes, my lord. Follow me. There's a group of powerful people up ahead."
"Oh? Pirates?"
At the word "powerful," even though his wrist ached from all the killing,
Saint Gareth's twisted desire for conquest instantly made him forget his physical fatigue.
Chaos was the sorrow of the weak and the opportunity of the strong.
In this kingdom that had descended into complete disorder,
with Roy's help, Saint Gareth had continuously killed prey until his score had reached roughly the top ten.
Achieving that ranking among more than two hundred Celestial Dragons was no easy feat.
After all, the strong Celestial Dragons participating in this hunt were not limited to Saint Garling of the Knights of God. There were also elites from other families.
Those elites simply preferred hunting stronger prey.
With the help of Roy's Echo Map, Saint Gareth specifically targeted prey with better value for the effort.
No one else possessed a trump card like the Echo Map.
And Observation Haki was rare even throughout