Seizing the Chance to Attack the City

Everyone knew those nobles were finished, their heads surely already chopped off. If they wanted to survive, the best way was to chop off the heads of those around them.

Mel's orders had also been issued: anyone who came out carrying a head could be spared for the time being. After one final bout of intense slaughter,

he once again ordered the army to fall back and seal off every possible escape route.

[Ghost Possession]

A massive phantom cloud blanketed the escape route beyond the forest. The sun had already set, yet the forest fire illuminated the dark night as brightly as day.

No one was allowed to escape carrying a head, and they were then taken aside under the control of Mel's Commoner Army.

Mel was not afraid of them resisting now. At this point, there were not many people left alive.

The fire burned for an entire day and night. It was not as though no one tried to flee under cover of darkness, but Mel mercilessly shot them down. Before absolute strength, even escaping was a vain hope.

In the end, a thousand people still managed to escape. Mel counted his army's losses. Aside from the hundred heavily armored soldiers lost at the beginning, another two hundred recruits had died afterward. They had fifteen hundred men remaining.

If these people dared to revolt, they could certainly fight Mel again. But they had already given up resisting and had even thrown away their weapons. If they truly fought, it would be a one-sided massacre.

As for whether the heads piled on the ground belonged to nobles, Mel had no idea. After all, no one's face came with writing on it.

By the time dawn arrived, everyone was almost unbearably sleepy, including the soldiers who had only just managed