A million corpses lay strewn about, blood flowing until it could float shields.
When Bai Yujun passed by a river, she could no longer see the River Water. Thick, blackish-brown blood reeked as it rushed into her nose. The land's former human inhabitants had suffered catastrophic casualties, and today, the invading fiends were being slaughtered to the last. The blade in her hand had hacked through so many that it was chipped and curled.
Her shield was covered in scratches of every depth and shape, and her white armor traced with gold patterns was equally worn.
Red light glowed in her eyes as she coldly raised the chilling blade in her hand.
Before her, the bound Demonic Beast struggled and howled, perhaps cursing in fury, perhaps spouting threats. She had originally intended to capture one alive and pry out intelligence, but it turned out to be hard-mouthed. Since it was useless, she could only kill it to honor her fallen comrades. There was no need for prisoners, nor any need for so-called rules.
The sky remained dim and fiery red, like hell. In truth, this place was no different from hell.
The Demonic Beast cursed until its mouth foamed, its spit smeared with ash from the flames. This thing was crazed and paranoid, knowing only that it was right and never listening to what others had to say. Creatures like this should all be wiped out.
She swung her blade without emotion, then sheathed it. The head fell to the ground, its severed neck coated in ash.
This was war.
The purpose of soldiers was to eliminate violence without and suppress evil within.
Peace and tranquility existed because powerful arms held others in awe, not because they could be bought with so-called kindness and universal love. Paranoids loved kindness and