Beneath the pitch-black night sky, streets across part of the city burned fiercely, releasing vast amounts of choking smoke.
Countless Nucerian civilians, still asleep, either became corpses that had suffocated to death or fled through the city like headless flies.
Because your Rebel Team was far too small in number.
The only orders you gave everyone, aside from killing and setting fires whenever possible to cause greater chaos within the city, were that there were no other tasks.
Among this Rebel Team of several hundred, combatants as powerful as Klyster and the others, capable of swiftly killing Praetorian Guard, were exceedingly rare.
Unless everyone chose to ambush or launch sneak attacks, it took an average of five Gladiators to trade for one Praetorian Guard equipped with Silvervine Tendrils.
And losses of that scale were an extremely unfavorable combat situation for you.
Rumble—
Not long afterward, without the slightest psychological burden, you unleashed a massive sonic attack in the middle of the city streets.
A great many buildings and countless civilians, along with the Praetorian Guard attacking you from all sides, almost instantly became clouds of flesh-and-blood dust dispersing through the air!
The High Rider you had targeted as your main objective also abruptly dropped to his knees, blood rapidly seeping from his obese, bloated body!
You instinctively let out a roar that shook the heavens.
Seizing the opportunity, you charged forward. The massive axe clenched in your palm swept through the air with a terrifying howl, and its broken blade came crashing down onto the High Rider's head, splitting his entire body cleanly in two!
Now, the death of yet another High Rider made the surrounding Gladiators erupt into deafening cheers.
Meanwhile, the Praetorian Guard and Imperial Guardsmen who should have stepped forward to continue fighting were filled with hesitation